Disclaimer: see previous chapter.

A/N: I originally wrote this chapter as a writing exercise: to work out what my characters' fears and hopes were likely to be. It proved to include a certain amount of foreshadowing, and a rather vital plot point. Therefore, I decided to post it, which is why I am currently uploading two chapters at once.

25: In Dreams

That night, John dreamed of hundreds of new worlds, and of worlds he had known in his old universe but that were slightly different in this one, and of other times that were also the same but different. He dreamt of travelling between them with Rose, who had endured three thousand years and come back for him. He dreamt of saving planets, rescuing civilisations, defeating creatures and doing an awful lot of running, always with Rose at his side.

But when he woke up, he found that he had forgotten all the details. He knew the general gist, but nothing more, and even that little was fading.

But one fragment of conversation lingered in his mind for longer.

"Um… I think I just shorted out the chameleon circuit."

"Meaning we're going to be travelling through all of space and time in a tent?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

Rose dreamed she was standing in front of the TARDIS, which was parked in its old place in front of the block of flats in the Powell Estate. She turned slowly to examine the rest of the area. It was exactly the same as it had been last time she'd been back there in her old universe.

A girl of around eight was making for the TARDIS unerringly. Worried, Rose moved so as to block the door. She didn't know this girl, and she clearly knew about the TARDIS.

But when Rose looked into the girl's eyes, she realised that this was Freya. And Rose hadn't recognised her own daughter! Freya nodded to her, unlocked the door and went in. Curiously, Rose followed her.

The TARDIS looked just the same as it always had, too. It was empty except for herself and Freya - and as her daughter turned Rose saw that her eyes were shining with silver light.

Rose stumbled back in shock, and then she realised that there was someone behind her. Hoping to see the Doctor, she turned around, but was met with the shimmering gold image of the Bad Wolf, as John had once drawn it for her. Her own face, but not her face, and wreathed in golden light…

The light was too bright; she turned away again. But then she was greeted with another face - Freya's face, wreathed in silver, looking almost like another Bad Wolf, although younger, perhaps less powerful.

"I am the Wolf-daughter," she said, and again, her voice was Freya's, but slightly different. "I create myself."

And then they were both gone, and so was the TARDIS, and everything was black.

Donna dreamed she was standing in the pit at the centre of Krop Tor, as she had seen it in her father's memory. On either side of her were the urns on the pillars that she knew she had to smash - except that she found herself unable to move in any direction.

She was transfixed by fear. Rooted to the spot, unable even to look away. All she could do was stare at It.

Satan.

Lucifer.

Abaddon.

The Beast.

It roared in her face, straining at its chains, and Donna could not move.

Abruptly, her father was standing between herself and the Beast, wearing brown pinstripes.

"I'm sorry," he said, his expression unfathomable. "I'm so, so sorry."

Metal cuffs encircled Donna's wrists. Slowly, chains grew out of them, connecting to the pillars on either side of her.

Trapping her.

"Dad!" she cried, but her father was gone. In his place was a man she knew from her mother's memories: blue eyes, big ears, a battered leather jacket.

"Everything has its time," he said cruelly, and faded from view, leaving Donna alone with the Beast.

But then there was a gunshot, and the Beast flickered and vanished. Replacing it stood her mother, Rose Smith, wearing Lucy Saxon's blood-red dress and wielding the huge gun she'd had when she jumped universes to save everyone from the Daleks.

"I am the Bad Wolf," said Rose, and then she smiled cruelly.

"Do you like my gun?" she asked, and fired.

Harold dreamed that he was watching a concert, and that his sister Freya was on the stage and about to sing. And when she began, he knew without question that the song she was singing was the most beautiful he had ever heard.

But he couldn't hear it.

He tried running forward, to get closer to her. But as fast as he ran, the stage with Freya on it slid backwards even faster.

Then he realised that it wasn't Freya sliding away, it was him, because he was floating in space on a tribophysical waveform macro-kinetic extrapolator, and Captain Jack Harkness was hovering next to him on another one.

"Freya's going to die soon," Jack said casually.

"No!" Harold protested, horrified. "You're wrong!"

Jack scowled. "Isn't that… prejudice?" he demanded, and pushed Harold off the surfboard. He fell down… down… down…

And then he landed, quite gently, on top of Yasmin Milligan, and she kissed him soundly.

And he kissed her back.

Freya dreamed of golden light.

She dreamed of darkness.

She dreamed of silence.

She dreamed of song.

She twisted and turned in her sleep, murmuring fragments of lyrics that even she didn't understand.

And when she woke up, she knew what she had to do.

And Lucy Cole dreamed that the danger from the Smith family was greater than ever.

Almost before she knew it, she was in her brother's car, speeding down the motorway, following her instincts.

The time of waiting was over. Now, she had to stop them, before they ruined everything she had built.

She had to act now.