Rose was lying in bed, wide-awake. She couldn't fall asleep…all right, maybe she just didn't want to. The memory of her reoccurring nightmare was too strong. She shuddered, glad to know it would never really happen. It was too impossible. But, then again, time travel was supposed to be impossible also.
Rose…
Rose shot up into a sitting position, breathing heavily. That had sounded too familiar. No, she thought stubbornly. It's just my imagination.
Rose…
There it was again! Yet…this time it sounded like the Doctor. Why would he be calling for her at this time of night? She decided to find out.
Pulling on a light sweater, Rose walked down the hall to the Doctor's room. The journey was short, but it seemed painfully long, like she was walking through honey. Her mind didn't seem to be her own as she practically watched herself trudging down the hallway.
Then, for some reason, she stopped. To the right was the door to Jack's room and to the left was the door to the Doctor's room. Rose found herself staring at the still, blank wall in between. Horrified, she watched as her hand reached out and touched the wall…
Her greatest fear is alive…inside the wall.
A crack like a gunshot echoed in Rose ears as the wall suddenly opened up to a black nothingness except for two horribly mutated corpses. The heads turned and stared at Rose, their mouths creeping into wicked grins. Rose screamed and fell back, unable to wrench her gaze away from the all too familiar eyes.
It was her nightmare.
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When the Doctor and Jack heard Rose's scream, the two men immediately rushed out to her side. Both were surprised to see her just outside their rooms, staring at the wall opposite from her, her mouth open in a silent scream.
Without any further thought, they ran to comfort her, asking what was wrong. Silently, Rose pointed a trembling finger to the wall she was still staring at. The men turned to look and were both utterly shocked to see the sight before them.
Themselves.
A/N: I love reviewers and live for constructive criticism!
