Everyone was running every which way, and a blue thing was flying in the air around everything. I observed it absently. Familiar… Huh. I glanced around and saw an old lady that looked like the future Doctor Who British queen in Season 2 of New Who.

Oh dear. What a conundrum. How the hell did I get two Rose episodes in a row? My goddesses, please, both of you understand the need for the Doctor's story to go on! I mentally pleaded even as I tapped my chest four times where I'd 100% put the symbols of my two goddesses eventually in lieu of the Christian symbol of a cross. It'd work. I could even create the two religion's Creed pretty easily.

"I'll go after the old lady!" I called to the Doctor. He nodded and ran off and I ran after the old lady. What a great actor she was. Too bad she's not one in this story. I frowned even as I arrived next to Gwyneth. Story? Do I still think this is fake? Best fiction ever, I mentally agreed. I'd enjoy it while it lasted.

"She's dead," I immediately saw, "What's going on? What the hell did you allow to happen? How'd she die? Urmph!"

Fuck, I mused as I held my breath, struggling before going limp and closing my eyes. A few seconds passed and I was shoved into the hearse beside the dead chick. I kept my eyes closed and breathed calmly even as I thought what I could do, feeling a bit loopy. Shit, did I inhale any of the chloroform? Why the hell did he even have chloroform? The fuck dude. At least his hands didn't fucking wander. Looks like he's into blonds. TMI, but good to know even still.

What would I do? The Gelth… The Doctor still felt really bad about that at this point in time. He wouldn't stop feeling guilty until after the Day of the Doctor, and even then he still was haunted by it. Poor Peter Capaldi. He was such a great actor. I'd not be able to do much, I admitted to myself sadly. I'd either have to tell him that I knew of this event happening, which would then make him dislike me and force the events to happen anyway or… My mind flicked to all of the times where that rift was absolutely needed.

I could prevent it all if I just… If I just what? They were about to die, but the rift would still be there. I couldn't exactly ask the Doctor to close it. He'd wonder why… If I could figure out how to convince him… Canary Wharf could be stopped. Boom Town. Hell, even the year that never existed could be prevented because the Doctor would have no need to stop in Cardiff and thus Sexy wouldn't go to the end of time and the edge of the universe just to try shaking Jackaboi Harkness off.

The Master would never be a problem again… My thoughts were jolted as I was lifted up and fireman-carried to someplace by a quietly struggling Gwyneth. I knew it was her due to her constant stream of quiet apologies. Eventually the room was closed, and I opened my eyes and jumped up only for the door to be locked just as I reached the handle. I scowled and leaned against the door, staring at the inactive cadavers.

Time could be rewritten, but the year that never was needed to happen, or a paradox would bloom and I'd vanish from the universe. After all, it was the Master that started this mess, I'd just have lived life normally in this universe without his interference. Maybe befriend Donna and start Temping at the fancy key place.

I swallowed at the thought. It was so mundane, but… I observed the bodies moving and sighed. Why did it sound so appetizing? Just hanging out with Donna, talking about the new flavor of pringles and trying to talk her out of asking to marry Lance. My day dreams were suddenly shoved to the side by my primal instinct to survive and I blinked at the bodies that were five feet away.

"What species are you?"

Silence.

"What do you want?"

Silence.

"If you kill me you'll never escape."

A step forward.

"You'll- fucking hell fuck you bastards let me the fuck out before I channel my inner friend and beat your asses black and blue oh my fuck I'm not dying because of some stupid ass old idiots-" The door opened and I stumbled into the Doctor's arms.

"This dance is mine," The Doctor claimed, pointing his sonic at the walking bodies. They both collapsed and I sighed.

"Oh thank fuck. That would've been stupid, dying in some backwater town because of idiots that don't know how to ask for help!" I snapped at the old asshole that locked me in a room of bloody Gelth holders. He winced.

"How uncouth!" An aged voice exclaimed. I looked over to see Charles Dickens.

"Heya wisened one. You'd be uncouth too if you almost got murdered by a sack of shit old man."

We all moved to the living room and I paced back and forth ranting.

"You fucking idiotic prick of a stupid ass whore that probably didn't want you because of your plain stupidity! Who the fuck locks someone in a room of fucking zombies!? Have you never heard the stories? I swear if I had dies in there I would've haunted your ass for the rest of eternity you bloody idiotic ape of a cunt's whorish dick you cocksucking fuck. I almost fucking died because you decided it prudent to lock me in a room when you could easily 'ave jus' dumped me in a ditch. But no, you decided, "Oh, let's allow the fucking corpses to multiply themselves because I'm a cocksucking fuck who has the dick size of a stupid fucking ant."

"I will not be spoken to in this way!" The man cried out, indignant.

"Oh yes the fuck you will you idiotic hammerfuck of a cumsock," I growled.

"It's not my fault! It's the house! It's-"

"Blame it on the fucking house you ape. No, apes are smarter than you, you fucking retarded bumhole of a basketcase slut. You knew they'd fucking move. You knew they'd try killing me. You are at fault here! I was trying to help and you fucking kidnapped me and tried second-hand murdering me!" I stopped pacing to glare right at him, leaning down to growl into his face, "If you don't apologize right fucking now I will rip your balls off and shove them down your throat so damned far that they hang out of your asshole."

"My word! Can you be proper for once?" Charles Dickens interrupted.

I ignored him, glaring into the old man's terrified gaze, "Apologize and I might let you live, cumstain."

"S-s-sorry," He stuttered out, looking extremely pale. I glared at him before standing up and turning to face the room.

"Right. I apologize for my… behaviour. I'm American," I excuse myself. Charles looked slightly more appeased than he did earlier. I turned back to the old man Mr. Sneed, "Explain before I change my mind."

"The house always had a reputation. Haunted. But I never had much bother…" He continued, but I didn't pay attention, walking to a nearby wall and running my hands through my hair again and again and again. I stood from my lean and started quietly pacing.

Gwyneth walked up to me, waiting next to me patiently as I down three different cups of tea, "My favorite," Gwyneth offers, "Just as you prefer." I nodded, handing her the cups, my pacing having calmed down. I relaxed against the wall with a thanks in her direction. Gwyneth has good taste, I admitted. I stay unfocused even as everything blurs. I didn't understand. Why was I that much more irritated? Was it because I hadn't slept or eaten in a while? No… I just hated idiocy that much? … Maybe it was because I was being stupid. I had a sonic screwdriver. I could've gotten myself out, but I acted the part of the damsel in distress like an idiot. I just felt so hopeless when I had such an easy way out… I supposed I took it out on the asshole Sneed. Not that I felt bad, really. He deserved it for trying to kill me, even though my anger was pointed more at myself.

Eventually Charles leaves with a doorslam, and I glance over. I decided to follow. Get my mind off of my depressing thoughts.

I watch him try and listen to the walls, hearing him grumble about how untrue it was. I follow him silently, and he acknowledges me with a hum as he waves his hand around for strings in the room.

"Even if they're fake, which I don't think they are, it was still attempted murder," I explained, "I'd hope you stick around long enough to be a witness to get Sneed arrested."

"Of course I will," Charles agreed. I nodded and the Doctor walked up. He looked at me, ignoring Charles.

"You okay?" He asked quietly.

I frowned, "That all could have been prevented if I had thought about my sonic screwdriver. I was being a fucking idiot… It doesn't sit right with me. I asked all the right questions. What species are you, where do you come from. I even offered to help if they needed it, and they still tried killing me. Something's not right."

"You think they're aliens?" The Doctor asked curiously.

I shook my head, "They are. No question. The rift's opening wider, they slip through. They're killing people for bodies, is what I'm gathering."

The Doctor shifted, before focusing on Charles. I felt sick to my stomach and walked out, slumping on the living room chair, sprawled as I tried keeping from throwing up my stomach acid. Maybe I should've eaten… It's been well over twenty four hours since I've eaten… Maybe closer to two days, actually. I frowned. No, I was fine. Sprawled as I was, Gwyneth came out with food.

"You must eat, ma'am. You don't want to pass out now," She claimed and I nodded dizzily as I ate. I stood up and followed her to where she was washing up. I absently started drying while she washed. She allowed me to, oddly enough.

I thought of how this was supposed to go with a sigh. I was fucking everything up, wasn't I?

"I don't think so, miss. I think if you tell the Doctor he can help you. He knows a lot more than you do," Gwyneth said.

I paused, "I… Can show you what will happen. You can make your own decisions, and it's not the Doctor's choice to make. I can tell you."

They aren't your angels your parents wouldn't want you to die you could live to see your great grand-relatives please. My hands shook as I thought over what I remembered of the episode. Of the Doctor and Rose almost dying. Of her dying the moment she stands in the arch after they do a seance. Of her holding them there as she lights the entire building on fire.

"It does not do well to mess with time, miss, what you're showing me needs to happen."

"No, it doesn't. You can - can marry the butcher's boy or something, you can live a happy life. I'm- what I know are guidelines for what happens. The rules of time don't apply to what I know for undisclosed reasons, please. The universe will make what needs to happen happen, you don't need to die, please. The Gelth can- can go fuck themselves! They're only after every living being on this planet for their own uses. The Doctor won't understand that- not until he's almost about to die."

"You'd put him in that position? To be so close to death?" Gwyneth interrupted.

"Well, no, my knowledge would be easy. They'd get too close and I'd simply tell the Doctor how to defeat them, but we don't have to defeat them if- if we just don't open the rift for them! You and Sneed can continue on living after the Doctor and I fix the issue and-" I stopped, remembering the Doctor had listened in on the conversation. I spun around to see him standing there, arms crossed and expression blank as he looked at me.

I slumped against the counter, and Gwyneth stopped and turned as well. It was silent for a while, and I broke eye contact first, looking at my feet. I knew I did something wrong. Rule One, the Doctor lies. He lies to keep people safe. Keeping information from the Doctor was wrong, I knew that. Especially when you don't know the rules of time. What I was trying to do went directly against the Doctor. If I wasn't kicked off the TARDIS for this, I'd surely be given the cold shoulder for a while.

I grit my teeth, tears of frustration starting to form, "She doesn't have to die," I spit out even as I kept my gaze low.

The Doctor looked at me, "I thought I could trust you with the information you held," The Doctor replied darkly, "You seemed like you wanted to keep things as close to what's supposed to happen as possible."

My head shook vigorously side to side, "I don't want to create a paradox. I also know you don't deal with fixed points in time! She can be saved because it's not a fixed point in time!"

"I understand why you think the universe is out to kill you, now. You're trying to change time itself, which will rip the universe apart if left unfixed," The Doctor said.

I shifted, tears stubbornly clinging to my eyes as I crossed my arms, still not looking at him, "I'm saving people. People that don't need to die. If they need to die I'll let them, but she doesn't have to, Doctor. Surely you of all people understand that?"

It's silent, and I look up to see that he left. I slouched further, wondering if I could curl up like an armadillo yet. I heard the slam of a door, and my heart ached. Did he- did he just leave the house? My eyes widened, he wasn't going to leave me behind, was he?

"No. He's just going outside, miss. To cool off," Gwyneth reassured.

I swallowed with a nod as I followed him. I should apologize. My heart pounded even as Gwyneth's words echoed again and again in my head. Not leaving not leaving please don't leave me. I'm left too much.

Walking out of the house, I observed the Doctor simply standing there, brooding. I hesitated before sighing, "Sorry. I shouldn't have kept the information from you."

"No, you shouldn't of," He agreed bitterly.

I don't know what else to say. I know it wasn't enough, that he'd not forgiven me, but… I shouldn't have said he knew who should live or die, either. He had just come back from a war where he thought he killed everyone, of course he'd be angry at that. I sighed heavily again.

"And I really should've asked."

"No, I understand," I perked up, "You thought you knew best because of your foreknowledge when you don't." I deflated. Of course. Still angry. Right. I bit the tip of my tongue as I thought.

"Donna and Kay Lynn would have a field day with you," I chuckled awkwardly. I hadn't intended for him to hear it, but apparently he had the hearing of a freaking bat.

"Future companions of mine?"

"Kay Lynn's a friend of mine," I admitted, "She'd probably defend me and be all unreasonable about it."

"Can't defend yourself?" He asked snarkily.

"No need to defend trash," I shot back, "Plus, I just meant you in general. You're so… moody and sassy. You three would be the trio of banter and sass. It's… an adorable thought. I hadn't meant for you to hear it."

The Doctor scoffed, "Thanks. That's me, moody and sassy."

"Proving a point won't make it any less true," I muttered under my breath. I took a deep breath, "Two people die to save billions, or no one dies and we save two people because the billions aren't in danger. Gwyneth is psychic, and maybe we could just, I don't know, explain it to her and have her be the protector of the rift. She could live happily, and marry her crush, and… And I just don't want people to unnecessarily die."

"How many people did you save last time? You knew of that adventure, didn't you?" The Doctor demanded.

"... One, two, three, four at least…" I admitted, "But I killed two that shouldn't have died…"

"Why?" The Doctor asked.

"Why?" I repeated, confused.

"Why did you save them? What if you changed the future too much and you didn't recognize it anymore? What if your actions got you killed? Or me killed? What then?"

"I took you out of danger. I also accidentally stopped you from flirting with a tree," I added, "But that's entirely not my fault. I also didn't really intend to save anyone, it just kind of happened… I mean, with my foreknowledge I just kind of suggested that they keep themselves safe, and lo and behold they did."

"Why'd you choose a different approach this time? Last time you did it passively, just pointing things out."

"Because the aliens guilt trip you, and the only person who can really make any choices about this entire situation is Gwyneth. She could open the rift, killing herself, or she could not, and save her master and herself. We'd just need to close the rift and so many issues would be fixed," I admitted.

"You can't close a rift," The Doctor claimed.

"Then we'd just have to patch it over. Make sure the Gelth couldn't get through. It'd save you future heartache, and-"

"What about you?" He interrupted, turning to me.

I blinked, shrugging, "What about me?"

"You always talk about me, what if your actions end with you dead, what then?" The Doctor asked.

I frowned, "Then I'd have done what I could."

"You don't think it'd affect me? That I'd think of your death as my fault?"

"One, it would never be your fault. Two… Well, you'd get over it rather quick, wouldn't you. You've only known me half a day," I easily brush off.

"And if I'd known you for years? If it's years into the future?" The Doctor pressed.

I rolled my eyes, "Again, it'd never be your fault, one. Two, well just don't get attached to me, I guess," I meet his eyes, "I'll always do my best to keep you from being hurt. If that means sacrificing myself in someone's place to keep you happy then I'd do it."

"How isn't that my fault, then? You'd be sacrificing yourself for me," The Doctor said, sounding grieved.

I smiled kindly at him, "It'd be my fault. Don't be daft, Doctor, it's like saying it's the Queen's fault that a Pawn got sacrificed to save her. It'd never be your fault."

The Doctor frowned at me, but our conversation was interrupted by Gwyneth.

"Unless there's a way to stop these Gelth from coming through this rift," She carefully enunciated the unfamiliar words, "Then I don't see any other option but to sacrifice myself for the world, miss. I don't mind."

"You should," I immediately refute.

"But why not? It's like you and the Doctor. The world is my Doctor, and I'd happily sacrifice myself to keep it safe."

I sighed, shaking my head, "In the end, it's your choice. I'd still wait to see if we can do anything about it, though."

"We can't. All of your ideas are impossible. You can't patch a rift," The Doctor claimed, and I slumped, nodding.

I was so tired. Everyone seemed to be taking the easy way out more and more. Just move the damned business and nothing would happen. It'd just be a haunted house. No Gelth apocalypse ever, because they'd starve out in a short few years. Don't open the rift further just to burn them. Hell, you could even just burn the house down and it'd do the exact same thing. But no, death is always easier, isn't it?

"Mr. Sneed," Gwyneth said, "We've decided to do a seance."

I hated this, I mused as everything seemed to tilt. I gave the space a confused look as it righted itself. Haunted house, hm? Or, wait, I wasn't fainting again, was I? I squinted my eyes at a wall. No. Didn't seem to be that wa-ohh here I go. The sandwich wasn't enough? No, wait, I wasn't fainted. What the hell was going on?

I leaned against a wall, feeling everything stabilize at once. This was so weird, what was going on? If I wasn't fainting, what was my mind doing? I had three cups of tea and a damned sandwich. It's not like I've been up an extremely long amount of time, so I should still be good. Looking down I frowned. Was that a darker patch of red on my shirt? Where'd that come from? I shook my head and focused.

There was a table in the living room, and we all sat down, even Charles. I observed him for a moment before listening to Gwyneth.

"This is how Madam Mortlock summons those from the Land of Mists, down in big town. Come, we must all join hands."

"I can't take part in this."

"I hear ya, Charles, this is ridiculous," I agreed bitterly.

"Humbug? Come on, open mind," The Doctor encouraged.

"This is precisely the sort of cheap mummery I strive to unmask. Seances? Nothing but luminous tambourines and a squeeze box concealed between the knees. This girl knows nothing."

"Yeah, most mediums are pretty scammy," I admitted, "But hey, you've helped set the area up, and I can tell that when you've been gone nothing's come in besides the chair and table. This is finally a chance for you to prove once and for all that it's all fake."

Charles Dickens sat next to me and Gwyneth, the Doctor to my other side due to Sneed still being terrified of me.

"Now stop antagonizing her, you two. I love a happy medium," The Doctor quipped with a smile.

"Your puns are unnecessary to make the medium moderately happy," I muttered.

"Now, Gwyneth, reach out."

"Speak to us. Are you there? Spirits, come. Speak to us that we may relieve your burden."

A whispering started up, and I sighed, "Am I still required or can I leave before this farce starts?"

"I am in agreement. Nothing can happen, this is sheer folly."

"I see them. I feel them," Gwyneth interrupted us two party-poopers. Me because I was feeling like shit and probably looking it too. Charles because he was old and about to die, presumably.

Foggy tendrils of gas float overhead. I observe them with a heavy sigh, Charles muttering how unrealistic this all was. I squeezed his hand in agreement, nodding when he glanced at me in confusion. He looked at what I was, though, and his mutterings stopped.

"They can't get through the rift," the Doctor said, "Gwyneth, it's not controlling you, you're controlling it. Now, look deep. Allow them through."

"Don't strain yourself Gwyneth, you're the one with the power here. Not them," I added on. Charles gave me a look and I shrugged, "This will probably end sooner if we just encourage it all," I whispered to him. He hummed and nodded in understanding.

Blue people appear behind Gwyneth, and I observe her carefully. She looks a bit better than I expected her to, honestly.

"Great god-"

"Another word from you and I'm making sure your children feel your pain for generations to come," I snapped, interrupting him. Charles harrumphed, and the Doctor gave me a warning look.

In a child's voice they speak, "Pity us. Pity the Gelth. There is so little time. Help us."

"If we tell you to fuck off will you stop possessing and killing people? Because your murder-happy ways aren't really endearing us to you," I snapped out.

"What do you want us to do?" The Doctor said, almost crushing my hand in his grip.

"Ow!" I snapped, scowling at him. I miss the next few moments as everything suddenly blurred. What? What was going on? There was nothing that was making this happen. The Doctor glanced at me as he spoke.

"Why, what happened?" He asked the Gelth.

"Are you okay?" Charles whispered, ignoring the ghost for a moment.

"Uhh yeah, I think so, why?" I asked.

"Your hands are cold, and I can't feel your pulse," Charles mentioned.

I frowned, shrugging, I didn't know, I thought my heart was beating rather rapidly. I was rather out of breath too, honestly. My asthma must've been acting up, I supposed. Cardiff air was rather different from countryside American air.

"M'fine. I just came in from outside," I explained away, and he nodded.

We had some small talk, ignoring the progression from the Doctor and co as I asked after his works and he explained a few of them. I was interested and said I'd have to go to one of his readings. He chuckled and agreed amicably. He got me speaking of some of my written stories, interested even as I said it was just the classic stories. You know, stalker, superhuman, magic, overly ridiculous drama with the supernatural of your choice, female lead, etcetera. All the cliche I-used-to-be-thirteen-and-a-fanfiction-writer-on-wattpad stories. Not to be offensive, but it was just the cliche package for me. Typical, plentiful, and all on the absurd side of fiction since without experience and no tabletop RPG experience made it extremely unrealistic.

Eventually Charles got reabsorbed into the conversation, and a few moments later Gwyneth collapsed. I stared sadly at her. She chose this fate, though, and who was I to blame her? She'd be remembered by us two as a hero. I'd even have to get a mini coffin to remember her humble sacrifice, since she was a funeral employee. I'd remember the deaths I couldn't prevent. I swore it.

I frowned as the entire room tilted once more, before righting itself. Was there something wrong with the universe? Was I getting kicked out or something equally odd?

My stomach hurt. I put my hand on my stomach, only to cringe and pull it away. What the fuck, did I spill tea on me? I looked at my hand, pausing and staring at it. Everyone else helped Gwyneth as I just stared at my hand. What? Why… I didn't… Huh? I tilted my head, staring, and only Charles seemed to notice.

"My word, is that blood?" Charles asked, shocked, gaining the attention of the Doctor, though he only glanced over. He saw me staring at my hand and dismissed me.

"Yeah…?" I asked, lifting my shirt and looking at the bleeding line, black threads holding torn skin. I seemed to be bleeding pretty heavily. How didn't I notice? When did I even get stitches in my side? It went from just below my right rib area to just to the left of my belly button, and I had no clue when or how I had gotten it, "I don't know… When did I get this?" I asked slowly, not having noticed how slow my mind had become until now.

"Doctor! You are a doctor, aren't you? Your friend needs your assistance!" Charles claimed. I frowned.

"No, no, I got this," I tried pushing the skin back together, but it was slippery, and I winced as I ripped more skin. Ow, "Nevermind. Doctor?" I asked, voice at a higher pitch than usual. Not in fear, just in pure bewilderment.

"I'm a bit busy," The Doctor said even as he took Gwyneth's pulse.

"Yeah… Okay," I said, tone odd even as I put my shirt down and nodded.

Charles, eyes wide, spoke, "No, it is not okay. You are bleeding heavily! You're dying! Where did you get such an injury? No doctor can save that, may you rest in peace, my dear," Charles freaked out in polite English, and I nodded.

"No, it's fine… The Doctor's busy. I'll… Just go to a hospital," I muttered to myself as I glanced at my slippery and bloody hands. I wiped them on my red shirt even as I wandered away, "I just need to be sewed up. I'll be okay," I said to no one as I nodded.

I stumbled out of the house. Room? No, I was outside. TARDIS. Yes. There. I'd be okay if I made it t- how did I get a stomach wound? Where'd it come from? The Master? No… He wouldn't stitch it up, would he? He would, just to spite the Doctor. Maybe I have a tracker in me. No, that'd be bad. The TARDIS would help. Yeah. All hail the TARDIS.

I held my stomach, stumbling around. I was so cold. Stumbling into a blue box, I look up at it. Why was it familiar? Putting a bloody hand on its exterior, I fell into the box. Huh. The doors were open. I stood up, looking around. Oooooh, I found someone's secret spaceship. I laughed. They'd be so mad at me for finding out their secret. Seeing a glowing golden form waving me forwards, I chuckled and stumbled after them.

Tag… We were playing tag. That was always a fun game. I liked running. Made me feel free. Free. Free? What did free mean? It meant… America. America? Was free a state? I followed the golden form, stumbling into a white room. Oh. A bed. That's good. I was so tired from playing tag… Tag. Tag.

Tag. No. I wasn't playing tag. What was I doing?

Oh. I was bleeding out. Machines were moving around, and the area all seemed to be spinning and shaking, and the golden person wanted me to get up. Get up… I sat up suddenly, groaning, "Shit. What… Where… Healing. I need to hold the flesh together so I can sonic it closed…" The golden form shook her head, "No? No… What?"

She pointed, and I looked to see a clear bag. An IV. My sobriety wouldn't last long, I knew, so I went as fast as I could, looking at the needle. Vein. I looked at my arm. Shit. I can't see anything with the scars. Other arm. Need… Need. I rip off my robe and use the string to tie my arm tight. I clench my right fist and shakily shove the needle into the vein pulsing and poking out. I rip off the robe string and look around.

"Blood… I'm losing blood… I need a transfusion? A doctor. I need… Martha. Martha. Martha," I heard bells, and laughed, "Bells. That sounds nice…"

I was so tired. Oh, a bed! I go back over to the bed, using the rolly-cane with the clear bag to get there. I laid down happily, laughing. Sleep. I frowned. Well now I'm not tired. I blinked. Oh! Martha was here. Wait… Why was she here? I looked to the side to see the Doctor looking at me, shifting foot to foot. I frowned at him. Wait… He wasn't the right one. The right one… He was David Tennant… No. No. David Tennant was the wrong one. A burst of clarity.

"Oh. Wait. Those sounds, that shaking… I left the Doctor behind?" I stared at him closely, not hearing whatever was spilling out of his lips. I looked at Martha, who was working very hard to save me, "I bet he's going to be pissed… Fuck," Everything blurred, "Did I… Heheheheh, did I steal a stolen item from a thief?" I laughed at that. That was hilarious. I frowned, "Wait, no, he's mad at me…" My eyes observed the ceiling. I was so tired… But something was telling me that sleeping was the last thing I wanted to do. I listened to it. I struggled to stay awake.

Everything slipped into darkness not seconds later.