'Tired!' the Doctor finished, shooting up and promptly banging his head.
'Augh!' Rose cried out, holding her head as the Doctor groaned, lying back down. 'Remind me never to wake you again,' she hissed through her teeth.
'Sorry,' he said, rubbing his own head with one hand and reaching up with the other to bring her into view. 'Let's see it.' He squinted at the red spot on her forehead. 'You'll be fine. This big ol' brain of mine won't leave a bruise. I don't think.'
Rose gingerly touched her head. 'Yeah, okay. Are you all right?'
The Doctor eased himself onto his elbows and shook his head. 'Yep. I'm a Time Lord. Thicker skulls.'
Her lips quirked as she pushed his shoulder. 'No, I mean, you fell asleep.' She raised her eyebrows. 'You're pushing it a bit, Doctor.'
The Doctor harrumphed and straightened the lapels of his coat. 'Don't be ridiculous. It was only a little cat nap. I had a terrible nightmare,' he added as he stood, pulling her up with him. 'I was in Leadworth and you were there!' he said, pointing at Amy, who was making her way down the stairs. 'And you were there!' he pointed behind her at Rory. 'You weren't there, sorry," he added, turning his finger on Rose.
'Don't point. It's incredibly rude,' Rose whispered, pushing his hand down.
He grinned. 'Rude and still not ginger.'
'Er, yeah,' Amy interrupted, coming up beside them. 'I had a bit of a dream as well.' She glanced over at Rory. 'We were married.'
Rory nodded. 'In Leadworth.'
"Small village. Kinda boring."
He frowned. 'I didn't think it was boring,' he defended. "I thought it was actually quite lovely. Peaceful."
Rose ducked behind the Doctor, laughing silently. He ignored the feel of her hand pressing between his shoulder blades as he took in the two companions in front of him. 'Right…' he said, turning to face Rose and the TARDIS.
She tilted her head at him. 'You said you had a nightmare. Since we're all sharing dreams?'
'You had a dream, Doctor?' Amy asked, coming into his peripheral.
The Doctor cleared his throat. 'Er, yes.'
'You said it was a nightmare.' That was Rory, right behind Amy's shoulder.
The Doctor started tugging on the cuffs of his jacket. 'Did I say it was a nightmare? No, I think I said a- a very-good... mare.'
"Doctor…" Amy warned.
'Well, go on,' Rose said, nudging him. 'What'd you dream about?'
'Well,' the Doctor started, wringing his hands. 'It was similar… in some aspects.'
Amy approached him. 'What aspects?' she pressed.
The Doctor shied away. 'Erm, all of them?'
'So all of you had the same dream,' Rose stated.
'And not you?' Rory asked. 'You didn't fall asleep?'
Rose shook her head. 'I was just sitting on the seat when the Doctor fell over, just—' She flailed her arms, earning a glare. 'And when I went over to check if he was all right, he was passed out.'
'It must have been some sort of psychic dream then,' Doctor concluded. 'Must've linked with the two of you, all mushy and susceptible with your human brains.'
'But Doctor,' Rory protested, 'it couldn't have been. Rose…' He blinked, leaning forward. 'Rose…' He staggered, bracing himself against the console.
'Rory?' Vaguely, the Doctor could see Rose touch his shoulder. 'Rory, are you all right?'
'Can you hear the birds?' the Doctor demanded, fighting to keep his eyes open.
Rose frowned. 'What birds? Doctor?'
He felt his knees give out and he was gone.