A bit of the God Complex in this one. I don't have the energy for full on rewrites anymore. lol

Meta and I gasp together as we launch ourselves out of sleep. I cannot help it as the tears start rolling down my face. I am not sure if they are happy or sad tears. Meta wraps me up into his arms and holds me tightly.

"They're going to be okay," he says.

I nod. "I know. I know I just. But I don't know how to...what are we going to do? I can't let them go I can't."

My children. Our beautiful children have such a rough road ahead and I want better for them. I am a nomad. I am displaced. I never ever wanted that for them. No matter how long the life time.

My husband and children have made me a more positive person overall in the last few decades. But this still hurts my hearts.

Meta cradles my face in his hand. "Listen to me. We are all going to be just fine, love. You and I have lived a very long time. They will live just as full of lives. And it won't be without trial. Life is so much more interesting with the challenges that we face. It's how we grow. The challenges I've faced led me to you and our family. I'd never trade it. The TARDIS helped us to dream for a reason. We needed to see. I know you don't like talking to me about it, but I am in your head. You're in pain."

I close my eyes and hold onto him tighter. "Pain is par for the course in life. I've felt worse." He is right that I don't like to talk about it. The headaches have been steadily getting worse. Like I am being pulled apart. "I don't think I can live with knowing though. I think part of me has always lived in hope that just maybe...I might return."

Meta sighs. "Then we just won't remember. We'll hide the memories from ourselves until the last possible moment."

So we reach into our minds lock the very real vision away. And there it sits, hidden in the recesses of our minds until such time that it will be triggered again.

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"When I said I thought it'd be fun to experience like a human vacation in like a hotel, this isn't exactly what I had in mind."

Hunter looks at his sister in exasperation. "Who would want to take a human vacation anyway? This is much more interesting. Moving rooms. Mythical creatures."

"People dying. Going out of their minds with fear. Twisting hallways where we all have a room somewhere. Yeah. This is a dream come true," Scarlet responds.

"Okay you two. Simmer down," Meta chastises.

I find myself sitting next to my nephew. He adjusts his bowtie in a nervous tick. "Have you figured it out yet?" I ask.

"I'd be so much easier if you could just tell me," he rolls his eyes.

I smirk. "Where's the fun in that?"

Standing here in this place it has been almost too long. He thinks that I know the answer, and perhaps I once did, but despite having an enhanced time lord memory, things do in fact still fade with time. Especially the memories I made as a human. Everyone here is afraid. And I know that it'll work out. It niggles at me. I know I know the answer. I know what is happening. But I also can't remember. I rub my eyes. The headaches are getting worse.

"Are you alright?" the Doctor asks me softly.

"I'll be fine Junior."

My headache makes me take a back seat for this one. Once we discover the creature looks like a minotaur some of it starts to come back to me. Rita continues to impress the Doctor Junior and the Professor Meta. It's become easier to push away waves of grief but I still sometimes get slapped in the face with it. I miss the original Doctor. I miss my friend Rose. Both gone now.

We get seperated. Rita starts to praise him. My son and nephew return to us looking ashen. "What happened?" I ask them.

Hunter grimaces. "We found the Doctor's room. Number 11."

"Did you look?" I ask him.

The Doctor nods. "I think I'm beginning to figure it out."

We lose Rita after that and it hurts them. I could see a friendship growing there but it will never go any further, because I couldn't remember. If I could remember, would I have been able to save her? I used to be able to save so many.

When we find Amy's room it starts to come back even more strongly. "Faith," I whisper.

The Doctor looks at me. "It's not fear it replaces. It's faith," I tell him.

"I stole your childhood and now I've led you by the hand to your death. But the worst thing is, I knew. I knew this would happen. This is what always happens." I hold Amy as she starts to cry, as her best friend breaks her faith in him.

"Amy Williams, it's time to stop waiting."

With his food supply cut off, the minotaur alien starts to die. "Light must return to the dark. And when that happens, you will all see red."

The time lines shimmer and those of us with time sense stiffen. Something's very wrong. So very very wrong.

We drop off Amy and Rory back home and sit in the TARDIS as a family. We all know that something is coming and have no way to prepare for it. The TARDIS hums in my mind. A buzzing that she is trying to remind me of something. Something she said that she didn't say before. Something about the color red.