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Agnes felt like she was flying. Just for the tiniest second, her body felt completely weightless, levitating above the ground like her body and the air around her were the same. Just for a second, then she dropped to the ground.

She let out a grunt, her limbs aching due to the harsh impact with the floor.

"Up. Look up," the Doctor's voice echoed through her head and before she could react, she was pulled upwards by two strong hands.

"It's not the time to sleep," the Doctor teased her, before rushing off again.

Agnes nodded confused, looking around with furrowed brows. It was hard for her brain to sort where they were now, her mind still foggy. Amy struggled to her feet, she had landed next to Agnes and judging by her frantically looking around the girl knew she felt just as disoriented as her.

"Are you okay?" River's voice sounded from behind them.

Agnes wanted to shake her head, because somehow despite knowing she should be okay there was something starting to really bug her about this dream.

"What happened?" Amy asked.

Agnes looked to Amy, before letting her eyes shift to the other people of the group, who were struggling to lift themselves from the ground and regain their balance after this short 'trip'.

"We jumped," River reminded her.

"Jumped where?" the redhead asked with a frown painted across her features.

"Up. Up. Look up," The Doctor urged them, pushing past them as he hurried through the group of people, trying to draw everyone's attention to what he was saying.

Agnes followed his instructions, leaning back as she let her eyes wander up to the ceiling, or rather the ground. The ground they had been standing on just a few moments prior.

Right, Agnes thought, they had jumped.

"Where are we?" Amy asked again, looking up, just like the Doctor had told her, but still not understanding.

"Exactly where we were," River answered.

"No, we're not."

Yes, they were. They were just where they were before, just 20 feet up higher in the air, hanging from the ceiling, like bats.

The Doctor came up behind them, telling Agnes and Amy to move their feet. When they did so, Agnes stumbled backwards, her legs still wobbly. The Doctor kneeled down and started sonicing a circular hatch in the floor, around it six lamps, the only source of light they had.

Agnes closed her eyes, trying to shake off the feeling of dizziness that had accompanied her since she had found herself in the darkness. She had not minded it in the beginning, since that's how dreams felt like. Now, though, it made her anxious.

"Doctor, what am I looking at? Explain!" Amy pressed, gritting her teeth a little.

"Oh, come on Amy, think. The ship crashed with the power still on, yeah? So what else is still on?" The Doctor asked, standing beside her, eyes filled with excitement.

It felt like everything was turning once again, for just a second Agnes felt the pull of the ground beneath them, for just a second she felt like she was slipping off the hull of the Byzantium. She flinched and when she did she felt the pull towards the ground vanish just as quickly as it had taken hold of her.

"The artificial gravity. One good jump-" he jumped up as if to demonstrate, the ground vibrating under their feet when he landed again, "and up we fell. Shot out the grav globe to give us an updraft, and here we are."

The lights started flickering.

"Doctor, the statues. They look more like Angels now," Father Octavian uttered.

Agnes looked up again, spotting the figures of the Angels, who looked more and more like Weeping Angels were supposed to look like. They stared up, arms outstretched, as if they were trying to pick them from the ship.

"This feels way too real," she heard herself whisper before she was aware she had said the words.

But it was true, this, everything, it felt too real. Realer than any dream she had ever had, despite her blurry sight, despite her feeling like her meeting the Doctor, Amy and River was hours ago, even though it could not possibly be that long, despite how unreal everything seemed. It still felt too real.

"What did you just say?" River, who suddenly stood next to Agnes, asked.

"This feels too real," she repeated.

River studied the girl's face, holding a similar expression than the Doctor had before. Like she searched for something she did not yet know what it was. Agnes thought it was odd before, when he did it, but now when River did it, she started to feel dread fill her body.

"Doctor," River called, eyes still fixated on Agnes' face.

"Yes, I've noticed. Now is not the time," he replied impatiently.

Agnes turned towards him, he was still kneeling on the ground, his sonic pointed at the only entrance in sight. He had turned his back towards them but she imagined his face having this typical brooding expression she had seen so many times.

She wanted to ask him what he meant, what River had meant. She felt like whatever it was the Doctor and River had noticed about her and made them so...worried, that's what it had to be, worry, it was important for her to know. But maybe the Doctor was right. Now was not the time.

The hatch opened and Agnes caught a glimpse at the corridor behind it, then one of the lights burst, quickly followed behind by the second, making everybody flinch away.

"They're taking out the lights. Look at them. Look at the Angels," the Timelord told them.

The group did as they were told, with their eyes darted upwards they focused their attention on the statues. Agnes tried to, too, but her focus was still off, making the Weeping Angels look more like regular statues in the end.

"Into the ship now. Quickly, all of you."

Agnes turned just in time to see the Doctor drop down the opening of the hatch.

"Doctor," Amy called out in panic, rushing to the hatch to see where the Doctor had just jumped down.

Agnes stepped beside her, eyes trailing down the hole until they stopped on the figure of the Doctor, who, from their side of view, looked like he was stuck to the side of a vertical tube.

"It's just a corridor. The gravity orientates to the floor," he explained, motioning with his hands from the ceiling of the corridor to the ground. "Now in here, all of you. Don't take your eyes off the Angels. Move, move, move."

One by one, they dropped down the hatch, Amy going first, then Agnes, then River, followed behind by the clerics, Father Octavian coming in last. They landed securely on the floor, the soldiers quickly rushing past The Doctor, who worked on one of the control panels.

"The Angels. Presumably, they can jump up, too., Agnes heard the bishop ask.

The hatch closed, leaving them all separated by the Angels, at least for the moment. Just as that thought crossed her mind the lights began to flicker, indicating the Angels getting closer to the entrance of the corridor.

"They're here, now," the Doctor whispered, "In the dark we're finished."

A loud alarm suddenly going off made everyone turn around. A bulkhead further along the corridor started to close. The Doctor called out in panic, as he rushed in the direction of the bulkhead telling everybody to run.

While the soldiers, Amy and River quickly went to follow the Doctor's outcry, Agnes remained stood. She knew it was too late, she knew the door would close before they could get through and with every second she spent longer in this dream, the dread inside her seemed to grow into fully grown panic. Holding her back, glueing her to the floor.

When people were faced with life-threatening situations there were two ways they were known to react. They'd either fight or they'd run. What most people did not know though, was that there was another, a third way, people reacted when finding themselves in situations concerning life and death. Because some people just froze. Right now, in this very moment, Agnes thought she finally knew what kind of person she was during those situations.

She was reacting like the very thing she was afraid of, the very thing that was chasing them. A statue, made out of stone.

"This whole place is a death trap," Octavian screamed out in frustration.

"No, it's a time bomb," the doctor corrected him "Well, it's a death trap and a time bomb. And now it's a dead end. Nobody panic."

Nobody reacted. Despite the sounds of bursting light bulbs, it was silent in the corridor.

"Oh, just me then," the Doctor joked, "What's through there?"

River was the one to answer, but Agnes felt herself tune out of the conversation, as the flickering of the lights intensified. Without really intending to, she felt her mind wander to the last nightmare she had had. It must have been a while ago, she thought. She didn't have nightmares a lot, sure she did have weird dreams, a lot of them. Most of her dreams left her feeling icky afterwards, but nightmares she rarely had.

The last really intense one she has had must have been the one she had a few years back. She had been all alone, lost in the darkness, hushed voices echoing in her mind, the feeling of eyes watching her out of the dark noticeable on her skin. She remembered the same feeling of dread. She remembered the way her heart had pounded against her ribcage, daring to jump out of her chest any moment.

It was the way she felt now.

The lights flickered again and suddenly, the girl did not recall when it happened, the hatch was open.

"The hull is breached and the power is failing," Octavian's voice reached her ears.

"Agnes!" someone called her name, but Agnes did not react.

The lights flickered, going out for just a millisecond, but when they had gone back on, there was an arm in the entrance of the hatch, reaching out to them.

"Agnes, get back. Now."

A hand grabbed hers, the person pulling her quickly behind themselves to shield her. The girl blinked, looking up at the person in surprise, because, as she noticed it had been none other than Father Octavian.

The lights flickered again and with every flicker, the group could witness one of the Angels, then two, then three, emerge into the corridor until the lights turned out. Again, Agnes was lost in the darkness, her heartbeat pulsating in her ears, a shiver shaking her body.

The lights went back on and instead of three, there were now four Angels standing in front of a closed hatch, arms outstretched towards them.

"Clerics, keep watching them," Octavian ordered.

Agnes moved back, carefully setting one foot behind the other, trying to gain as much distance as possible between her and the statues without adverting her eyes.

"And don't look at their eyes. Anywhere else. Not the eyes. I've isolated the lighting grid. They can't drain the power now," the doctor added.

"Good work, Doctor," Octavian praised him.

As she took another step back, Agnes back collided with something hard. Suddenly there were arms around her, hugging her from behind and the girl froze.

"Shh, calm down. You need to calm down, Agnes," the Doctor whispered into her ear, his hand stroking her arm.

Agnes felt herself relax in his grip, now that she knew it was not a sick twist of a nightmare with one of the Weeping Angels suddenly grabbing her from behind.

"I can't," she whispered back, her voice shaking.

It was true, she had not been so scared during a dream since she was 12, and now that she was scared, she didn't know how to stop it.

"I know you're scared, and I'm sorry I did not notice earlier. I'm so sorry, Agnes. But you're safe with me. You're always safe with me," he told her, pressing his forehead against the side of her head.

"That's not how nightmares work," she reminded him, hands grasping for his arms to hold onto them.

Silence. For just a second nobody made a sound and Agnes thought that maybe the dream had frozen, leaving her the only one left.

But to the girl's great relief, River broke the silence.

"Agnes?" she asked and despite her better judgement, she turned towards the woman and away from the Angels, "Where do you think you are right now?"

Agnes frowned at the weird question. Her confusion

even growing when she felt the Doctor's arms around her disappear, letting her go quickly as if he had burnt himself.

"The Byzantium? Stuck with the Angels?" she asked, not entirely understanding the question.

"What did you say about that window earlier?" The Doctor asked, catching on to what River insinuated.

Maybe it was the way he asked, holding that tone that she knew meant he had solved a mystery she hadn't, yet, or maybe it was the way he looked at her, eyes filled with concern and maybe a little bit of pity, that made the dread inside her only grow.

"I left it open," she reminded them, voice quiet.

"Yes, you thought that that is why you're cold. You left the window open," the Doctor nodded "Agnes, what window?"

The girl crossed her arms, looking between River and the Doctor, still not understanding what they wanted to achieve. In the corner of her eye, she saw Amy staring at her in a similar way and maybe that made her more nervous.

"My window. The one in my bedroom, of course," she explained slowly, fearing her subconsciousness was simply too dumb to understand.

"You think you're in your room," the Doctor realized, face falling.

He ran a hand up his hair, realization suddenly dooming on him. Agnes watched him with tilted head, as he exchanged glances with River and looked back at her once again.

Of course, she was in her room, what was he talking about?

"What? But this is not her room. Why'd she think she's in her room," Amy asked, frustrated with being left out of the big revelation River and the Doctor seemed to have.

"Because she believes she is dreaming. This must be her first time," River explained gently.

She believes she is dreaming.

Agnes stared at the blonde woman, then her eyes moved to The Doctor and then to Amy. All three of them had this look, like they were in pain and Agnes seriously still didn't understand why.

She was getting a little frustrated now, with everyone she cared about looking at her like they knew something she didn't.

She hated not knowing, it made her itch.

"What...of course I'm dreaming. I went to bed, now I'm here. It's called dreaming," she told them, gesturing vaguely with her arm.

The Doctor looked like he was about to add something, say anything at all, but then he closed his mouth again. Shaking his head, as if he was trying to shake off an annoying fly, before pushing past her to get to the control panel of the door.

"There is no time, we have to get out of here first," he mumbled.

Agnes followed his movements with narrowed eyes, then she turned to River to ask her about what was going on with them, but River shook her head. Now was not the time.

"Well, there is only one way to open this door. I guess I'll need to route all the power in this section through the door control," the Timelord explained.

"Good, fine, do it," Octavian urged him, his eyes quickly glancing at Agnes.

She frowned.

"Including the lights. All of them. I'll need to turn out the lights," he revealed, walking towards the end the Weeping Angels were still standing, waiting for one of them to blink.

Everyone was exchanging glances, everyone but Agnes. She had enough of participating now. She did not want to be here and much less did she want people in her dreams keeping secrets from her, acting like there was some big revelation everyone got but her.

"How long for?" Octavian asked.

"Fraction of a second. Maybe longer. Maybe quite a bit longer," the Doctor pondered, scratching his chin.

"Maybe?" Octavian demanded.

"I'm guessing. We're being attacked by statues in a crashed ship, there isn't a manual for this."

He ran back towards them, pulling Agnes to the side to point his sonic at the bulkhead. Amy followed behind him, bending down to harshly remind him that they've lost the torches. There would be no way they could see.

"No other way," he shouted, hands flying into the air.

He stepped next to Father Octavian again, calling for him to make his decision. Agnes could tell both men were stressed and frustrated, both because of similar reasons. The Doctor because he knew he had to save these men and his friends, Octavian because of the exact same thing. Both had their duty of care.

Octavian hesitated, then he turned towards River, asking her for her opinion. If she trusted the Doctor, which she obviously did and if he wasn't just some madman, which he obviously was. But the blonde gave him a curt nod, telling him that she trusted him, absolutely and without a doubt. The Doctor, who was obviously very happy with that revelation, gave Octavian and River a squeeze on the shoulder before excusing himself to go back to the bulkhead.

Agnes turned towards him, leaning against the wall next to the bulkhead as she watched the Doctor work.

"Tell me," she demanded, knowing the Doctor would understand without her having to explain.

"Not now, Agnes."

Father Octavian, who has had his one to one with River, finally gave the Doctor his blessing. The timelord only halfheartedly responded.

"Yes, now," the girl urged, ignoring the tension of the situations and the commands the Father gave his men.

"I said not now," the Doctor growled, sending her an angry glare to warn her "Amy, when the lights go down the wheel should release. Spin it clockwise four turns."

He turned towards Agnes, pointing his sonic at her, but something Amy said distracted him.

"Ten."

"No four. Four turns," The Doctor repeated, turning around to the ginger once again.

"Yeah, four. I heard you."

Again the Doctor turned around to look at her. They just stared at each other. Agnes thought that maybe the Doctor wanted to tell her something, maybe finally explain what was going on. But all he did was grab her face to press his lips against her forehead, releasing her again shortly after. She frowned.

"Don't you dare dying," he warned, before rushing back towards the control panel.

Agnes glanced towards Amy, but the redhead only sent her a forced smile. River came from behind and motioned for Agnes to help Amy with the wheel, joining the two immediately. They all turned towards the Doctor, who plunged his sonic into the control unit, before telling Octavian that they were ready.

She didn't think ready was the word she would use, but it was fair enough.

"On my count, then," Octavian said, "God be with us all."

He started counting backwards starting with three. The tension grew with every number that passed until it was almost unbearable when he reached the one.

"Fire!" he screamed and then they were in the darkness.

Shots rang through the air, the flashlight of the bullets lightened up the room for mere milliseconds before it went dark again. Agnes' ears started ringing. Everything was so loud, too loud. Her hands were clinging onto the wheel, turning with all the strength she could summon.

"Turn!" she heard the Doctor's voice over the deafening noises.

And they did. They turned the wheel. It was so slow, too slow, way too slow. But it moved, it moved and that was what counted.

The bulkhead opened, just enough for them to squeeze through. River grabbed her hand, pulling her behind herself and Agnes quickly grasped Amy's hand, as well. This time she would not leave her behind.

Behind them followed the clerics and regained their position, guns pointed towards where they just had come from. The Doctor was the last to squeeze through the opening before the door clanged shut.

He ran down the corridor, everybody quickly following behind him, Agnes still holding onto River and Amy's hand. The Doctor opened another door with his sonic, and everybody quickly rushed inside. He joined them at the last second as the door closed again, leaving them on the flight deck, if she remembered correctly.

Agnes let out a breath of relief, though she knew it was not over yet. She knew the Angels would find a way inside but at least for now they were safe.

The Doctor rushed past her, making his way over to the controls. The clerics positioned themselves in front of the door again. Just in time, as there was thumping against the metal and then the wheel started turning.

Agnes quickly fled to where Amy and the Doctor were standing securely behind the control desk, eyes not leaving the door.

"Doctor," Amy urged as said one started working the controls.

Father Octavian placed a device on the door and the wheel stopped turning.

"Magnetized the door," he explained with a proud grin, turning towards them, "Nothing could turn that wheel now."

"Yeah?"

And with that the wheel started turning again, a graunching sound echoing throughout the room. Octavian's face fell as he realized that his plan did not work as well as he had hoped.

"Dear, god."

Agnes may not believe in a god but she agreed.

"Ah, now you're getting it. You've brought us time, though. That's good. I'm good with time," the Doctor commended him.

He scurried around the console, dodging Amy and Agnes as he did whatever it was he did. Agnes couldn't tell but she was sure it was supposed to be extremely intelligent shit. Meanwhile, the clerics managed to lock the other two entrances. It would not hold very long, but the Doctor was right, it gave them more time. That's all they needed.

That's all she needed.

"Doctor, how long have we got?" the bishop asked, coming towards them.

"Five minutes, max," he answered, shrugging as he fidgeted with one of the wires inside the panel, pointing his sonic at it.

"Nine," Amy counted.

The Doctor looked towards her in confusion

"Five," he corrected, frowning at the redhead.

"Five. Right. Yeah," Amy said, looking just as confused as the Doctor.

"Why'd you say ni..."

That was the moment Agnes decided she's waited long enough now. Her patience has worn thinner and thinner since the stupid comment River had made back in the corridor.

She believes she is dreaming.

Not holding back anymore, she reached out to grab the Doctor by his bowtie and pull him away from the confused Amy. The man let out a shriek, struggling against her grip. He called out her name in protest, but Agnes was fed up with all the toeing around her.

She harshly pushed the Doctor against the end of the control desk, grip tight around his stupid stupid tie. She ignored the stares the rest of the group sent her and she also ignored the way the Doctor wriggled in her grip.

"Talk to me. Now," she hissed.

The Timelord raised his hands, trying to calm her, but she only pushed him further into the metallic surface, letting out a warning growl. Agnes wanted answers and she wanted them now.

"Now, I said," she repeated.

"There is no time," the Doctor reminded her as he tried to wiggle free from her grip.

"Five minutes are good enough for me," she gave him a bitter smile, hoping the anger she felt boil up in her was just as visible in her eyes.

"Agnes, we need to find another way out of here," River chimed in, stepping closer to the girl from behind.

Agnes raised her hand, motioning for her to not even dare to come a step closer. She was not having it anymore. Being pushed off again and again just because they were chased by some stupid angels. Fuck that.

"Behind you. The big metallic wall," the girl pointed behind her, the glances following her hand, "There it is. Your way out."

"Agnes," the Doctor warned.

"Doctor. Give River your sonic," the girl ordered, nodding towards the hand.

"What..."

"Give her your bloody sonic screwdriver so she can

open the clamps or I swear..." she warned and her voice started to shake because of her attempt to suppress the urge to scream at him.

The Doctor examined her face, hopefully, he noticed her gritted teeth and clenched jaw, hopefully, he saw the way her eyes narrowed more with every second he waited. Hopefully, he finally realized he had to talk to her.

Apparently, he did because he handed River the sonic without another word. The blonde took it from his grip, glancing at Agnes and The Doctor for the last time before running towards the door behind them, to open the clamps.

"Now, I've saved you a minute. How about that?" she laughed coldly, "Will you finally tell me what the bloody hell is going on?"

The Doctor hesitated. Agnes heard the wall behind them slide up to reveal what she knew was a forest. Amy let out a gasp.

"But that's. That's a..."

"It's an oxygen factory. AKA our way out. Before you ask, yes there is another exit. Other end of the forest into the other flight deck. Just plot a safe path there. And Bishop, you don't have to scan the RAD levels. It's totally safe," Agnes rattled off, stoping everybody who could interfere.

She really must have watched this episode too many times.

Amy was too excited about a forest being inside of a spaceship to be shocked about Agnes' harshness. A huge smile graced her lips as she was staring past them, uttering the number eight.

Agnes did not let the Doctor turn around to ask about it this time, though.

"You're gonna answer me? I've saved you another two minutes," she urged him, shaking him a little.

The Timelord let out a sigh.

"You're not gonna like it," he admitted.

"I don't like this either," she pressed.

The Doctor hesitated, eyes wandering behind her. She knew he was exchanging glances with River, because whatever it was he knew about her, she knew it, too. Then he looked back at her, his eyes softer than before. She did not like that.

"You think you're dreaming," he stated, matter-of-factly.

That was his big revelation? That? Agnes wanted to punch his face.

"I am dreaming!" she corrected him.

"No, you're not Agnes," he told her, "Look around you. Does this feel like a dream?"

She did not have to look around to know this was a dream. Obviously, Agnes knew what a dream felt like. How she felt like during a dream. She did not need to have a look around to know that. She was not dense.

"Yes," she answered without any hesitation.

The Doctor let out a humourless laugh.

"Come on, you're not that stupid, Agnes."

She clenched her fists, trying to stop herself from punching the Doctor into his stupid face.

"I am not," she hissed, "Do you really think I'd just assume something was a dream if I didn't know any better? Do you think I don't know how dreaming feels like? Everything is blurry, too bright then too dark, time is off, moving at a weird pace, everything feels off, you're hot, then you're cold, it's too loud, then it's too quiet, voices are clear, then they're distorted, people are there, then they're not anymore, you feel dizzy….That's what dreams feel like and that's how this feels like."

During her rant the Doctor's face fell, his eyes widening with concern while he listened to her description of her 'dream'. When she was finished she was breathing heavily, her knuckles around the Doctor's bowtie had turned white due to the force of her grip. The Doctor on the other end looked calmer now, worried, but calmer.

"Why haven't you told me you felt like this earlier?" he asked, a scolding tone to his voice as his hand reached out to loosen up her grip around his collar.

She let him. Her hand opened up, causing her muscles to ache. The Doctor took her hand in his, massaging her fingers.

"Why should I? It's just a dream," she reminded him.

She felt so tired.

He shook his head, giving her hand a squeeze.

"I know it's hard to believe. But this is real," he motioned towards the room, towards the people inside of it, who watched their exchange with unsure looks.

Agnes' eyes fell on Amy and the redhead gave her a smile.

"This is a Doctor Who episode. You're The Doctor. I'm literally talking to The Doctor right now. Bowtie and all. And you're seriously trying to tell me this is not a dream?" she asked, laughing nervously.

The Doctor started grinning a little, amused by the way she talked about him like he was some huge thing, she could tell.

"I said real, not sane, did I?" he joked and despite the dread that still did not want to leave and despite her distress, Agnes let out a breathy laugh.

This was absolutely insane. She had meant it when she had thought that even for a dream this felt way too real, but also this was too insane to be.

"If this is real, which I'm not saying it is. Why do I feel like this then?" she questioned.

"I'm not completely sure, but it might be connected to your jumping. You mentioned something about feeling similarly before."

Agnes furrowed her eyebrows at this 'continued plotline' of her 'not dream'.

"Yeah right, about that. You said I cross the time vortex earlier, what does that mean?"

The Doctor nodded, he looked relieved that she was now open for explanations and not pushing him against control panels anymore.

"It's complicated, you just do. You jump, around time for that matter. My time, always my time."

Agnes frowned at him, indicating him that she needed more than just that lousy excuse of an explanation.

"Honestly it really is difficult to explain. And it takes time, time we do not have anymore."

She shook her head. All of this information made her feel even more dizzy than she already was.

"But how is that possible? Through the vortex without any protection? I should be dead."

"You're just...special," he shrugged.

"Oh of course. Well that explains everything, doesn't it," she rolled her eyes at him.

He looked at her in a kind of annoyed way, she guesses that was just the natural reaction most people had when spending too much time with her. He grasped her shoulders, his eyes staring into hers with a firm look.

"Just trust me okay."

Agnes frowned, letting out an unamused snort at the famous line The Doctor would throw around especially during this incarnation of his.

"Why? Because you're the Doctor?" she joked but his serious expression made her lose her smile again.

"No, because you're Agnes Moore and I really need Agnes Moore to trust me, at all times. This is vital for the safety of the universe."

Agnes swallowed hard at his words, and at the way, he was staring at her with those intensely green eyes of his. He was serious about this. And this sudden seriousness scared her a little. Eleven was rarely this firm.

She felt herself nodding without even making the conscious decision that she would trust him. But she knew she probably did. He was the doctor after all, dream or not. The most trustable person she could think of.

At least when he cared about you.

"Seven."

That pulled Agnes and The Doctor out of the staring contest they had. Their head snapped to look at Amy, who was a little surprised by their sudden attention.

"Seven?" The Doctor asked and let go of Agnes to step closer to Amy.

The redhead raised her eyebrow at him, clearly confused.

"Sorry, what?" she asked.

"You said seven." The Doctor said, searching her face, before walking around her, Amy following his movements sceptically.

"No, I didn't."

"Yes. You did," River chimed in, watching her with the same concern and confusion as The Doctor.

Agnes scrunched up her nose. She had ignored Amy counting backwards until now because she thought it was just her dream replaying the episode as it remembered it. But thinking that this was not a dream, or might not be one, it changed her focus entirely.

"Doctor," Octavian barged in, probably seeing the first good opportunity to share what he's found, "Miss Moore was right. There is an exit, far end of the ship, into the Primary Flight Deck."

The Doctor grinned at that, glancing at Agnes.

"Of course she was. Did you plot a path as she told you to, yet?"

"Ehm, no, still working on it."

"Quick as you like," the Doctor mused and Agnes felt a smile pull at the corner of her lips.

Her face fell when the noise of radio static suddenly filled the room, pulling everyone's attention to the walkie talkie, abandoned on the control panel.

Right. Of course. They can't have good things, she forgot.

"Doctor? Excuse me? Hello, Doctor? Angel Bob here, sir,"the voice of said Angel chimed from the other end of the radio.

The Doctor quickly snatched the item from the counter before pressing the button that would allow two way communication. He let himself fall back on the pilot's chair, swinging his leg over the other to take on a comfortable position.

"Ah. There you are Angel Bob," he greeted, putting on a lighthearted tone that Agnes knew was only meant to hide he was actually very stressed, "How's life? Sorry, bad subject."

She snorted.

"The Angels are wondering what you hope to achieve."

Angel Bob's voice was monotone as it sounded through the speaker. Agnes couldn't help but think back to when they've met just a few minutes ago...or maybe it's been hours already. She could have warned him at least or given him some courage before he walked into his death. If this wasn't a dream, didn't it mean she was kind of responsible for the things that happened when she knew they would happen?

Okay, no, now was really not the time to pack out questions of morality.

"Achieve? We're not achieving anything. We're just hanging, it's nice here. Consoles. Comfy chairs. A forest. How's things with you?" The Doctor asked.

"The Angels are feasting, Sir. Soon we will be able to absorb enough power to consume this vessel, this world and all the stars and worlds beyond," Angel Bob responded.

"Yeah sure. Sound even more like bloody predators, don't you," Agnes mumbled under her breath, earning a side glance by Amy and a tight-lipped smile by the Doctor.

He was stressed. That was obvious.

Even more obvious after he tried to diffuse the tension by drawing attention to Angel Bob saying the phrase "comfy chairs". Amy giggling in response while saying the number six managed to kill the mood (Agnes doubted that the Doctor's attempt worked to begin with) immediately though…

River glanced at the redhead and the Doctor jumped up from his his seat, demanding to know what the Angels had done to Amy. Agnes felt her stomach twist in knots as she recalled what exactly that was.

They've planted a virus inside of her that was meant to destroy her… No. This couldn't be real. It just couldn't.

"There is something in her eye."

"What's in her eye?" the Doctor asked.

"We are."

The words made Agnes feel cold. Really cold. The thought of how cruelly and without any hesitation they had planned to kill and continue to kill was sickening.

Amy, now also panicked and if you asked her rightfully so, pushed past Agnes to walk up to the Doctor.

"What's he talking about? Doctor, i'm five," she narrowed her eyes in confusion, clearly struggeling with the word, "I mean five. Fine! I'm fine."

Her voice had gotten quieter throughout the end and Agnes could see the fear in her eyes when the girl let her glance wander to River and her.

"You're counting," the blonde explained.

"Counting?"

The Doctor looked at Amy with that look, one Agnes knew every companion would understand immediately. One that expressed worry but also the lack of knowledge of how to fix it, yet.

"You're counting down from ten. You have been for a couple of minutes."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

Amy's glance shifted to Agnes, a pleading look in her eyes, begging her to tell her what was happening to her. Agnes pushed herself away from the control panel, straightening up as she let out a bitter breath of air. If this was reality then Agnes should really start getting a grip, just like The Doctor had told her to earlier. Push down the fear and stand up for herself and others.

Plus, if this wasn't a nightmare then she'd nothing to worry about either way. Dreams didn't follow the rules of logic. Reality did.

"Because weeping Angels are fucktards, that's why."

"Language!" The Doctor protested loudly, raising a finger into her direction, making Agnes roll her eyes.

"It's true. They want to scare you, they want you to know there is nothing you can do and that whatever they're trying is inevitably coming closer to an end."

Agnes stepped closer to Amy as she saw the woman's face fall, giving her a, what she hoped to be, reassuring smile.

"It's fine though. You'll be okay," she nudged her arm.

At least she hoped Amy would be. At least she hoped that all of this would play out like it had in the episode. But she didn't say that out loud, Amy didn't have to know there was a chance she wouldn't be fine.

The redhead gave her a thankful smile and visibly relaxed. That was before Angel Bob decided to chime in again with some cryptic shit about taking her and the rest of them and then the universe….

This guy should really get a life.

While the Doctor continued his conversation with the Angels, Amy used that opportunity to nudge Agnes, pulling her attention away from the exchange.

"Are you sure? You didn't just say that to calm me down, did you?" the redhead asked, nervously biting her lip.

Agnes opened her mouth to respond but was interrupted by a screeching sound coming from somewhere behind the walls. Both women flinched, looking around for the source of the sound, but obviously didn't find one.

The screeching was painful on their ears and after Bob revealed that it was actually the sound of the Angels laughing all of them exchanged uneasy glances.

Agnes still hated this. Dream or not.

"Laughing?" The Doctor pressed out.

That was when she felt it. The shift in the air. The sudden increase in energy. She couldn't quit pin it down, never having felt anything like this ever before, but still she somehow knew. She realized why the Angels were laughing even before Angel Bob had to say it.

"Because you haven't noticed yet, Sir. The Doctor in the Tardis hasn't noticed," Bob's voice echoed from all sides of the room it seemed, distorting ever so slightly.

Agnes turned her head, her body moving to follow and her eyes settled on the wall above the entrance. There it was. A crack shaped like a W, light steaming out of it like it was trying to escape whatever there was on the other side. Agnes felt dizzy once again, her vision blurred, zooming in on the crack. The light crept forward. She felt the need to reach out towards it, touch the ominous source, see what was on the other side of the crack...

A hand grabbed her upper arm, pulling her back to reality and suddenly she felt the room was shaking.

Agnes looked up at the person who had grabbed her with confusion. It was River, deep concern etched into her features as she was looking at her.

"Come on," the woman urged her, pulling her back.

Agnes looked back to see everyone was running out into the woods, fleeing from the crack and from the weeping Angels that were threatening to burst through the doors any moment now.

Only the Doctor stayed back, standing on a table and scanning the crack with his screwdriver.

A sudden realisation hit her as River continued to pull her away further, her eyes falling down on the piece of clothing the Doctor had borrowed to her earlier that day.

"Wait," she screamed, trying to pull her arm out of the blonde's grip, "I need to give him his jacket back first."

River gave her an incredulous look, clearly not understanding the importance of that action, so Agnes ripped her arm away in a sudden motion, shaking off the piece of fabric as she rushed back the few feet to throw the object at the Doctor.

He looked towards her with clear confusion and also anger that she hadn't left yet written across his features but before he could say anything Agnes was already halfway jogging back.

"Put it on right now!" she urged, already feeling her arm being grabbed by River once again, "Right now! You have to. Trust me!"

Then she was being pulled back out of the cabin and into the woods.