AN: This chapter took a lot of thought. I still hope you guys enjoyed it though.

Chapter 8: DISCLAIMER...I don't own any of Doctor Who's characters. Just my OC's.

Rory got back into his car. His legs and arms started to warm up but it took at little longer for his fingers to feel the warmth of his car. Or at least the warmth still left. Not only had the gas run out but now the battery was dead as well. He swore he had just gotten that car. Heat was starting to run out and be replaced by cold. Rory was fine with cold and Taylor didn't even seem to notice it but he was more worried about the Doctor.

The Doctor's behavior had been off lately. His breathing was getting shorter and shorter and he was starting to run a fever. He would sleep at lot longer and he would barely ever speak. The weird thing was that there was nothing wrong with him. At least noting Rory could see. From experience he knew the Doctor never got sick so what seemed to be effecting him so much.

Knowing he couldn't just sit there in his car waiting for help he got out of his car again and went to his trunk. He popped it open and grabbed his emergency kit. Inside was two flares, two flashlights, a pack of gauge, who knows how many bandages, tweezer, and so much more Rory didn't even feel like recognizing them all. He grabbed the flares and the flashlights and got back in his car. The temperature was starting to drop and if things got worse later Rory wouldn't feel like getting out of his car to grab something from the trunk. He also didn't want to miss a window of opportunity for rescue. He was on a street with no light whatsoever; his battery was dead which meant his lights wouldn't turn on and there was no gas so he could drive away. The worst situation to be in on a December night. The weather was bound to get crazy soon.

The Doctor was starting to moan something about waking up and someone being in trouble. Rory was ignoring it but Taylor seemed interested.

"Hey Rory you hear this?" he said with edge in his voice.

"Well he's talking so loud it's hard not to hear him."

"He's talking about the same thing I was talking about. Just in another way."

"What do you mean by that?" Rory was starting to pay attention and sat up in his seat.

"Remember when I was talking about him leaving?

Rory nodded.

"Well I think I just figured out the complete answer as to why. Ready to hear?"

"To be honest I think everybody is."

Taylor was running out of breath. He felt the excitement of being able to know everything. He told Rory everything. From the running away from his home to the matrix hallway he and the Doctor were running through. He was pretty sure he didn't even give Rory a chance to think about the information he was giving him. His expression clearly showed it.

"So your saying that this whole time you've been dreaming?" Rory asked.

"Yeah but that's all. When the Doctor and I entered that door we entered your subconscious. Which means your dreaming too?"

"How come we didn't know any of this sooner?"

"Someone doesn't want us to know. When you first saw us in your car we were previously being chased by God knows what; but when we were with you we never saw it again. That must mean whoever trapped us in our subconscious' knows we're getting close to finding some sort of answer of getting out. They then decided to strand us here so we wouldn't get any closer."

"I'm understanding all of this except one small detail. Hopefully small. We were on our way to where Amy was staying. If your saying that's where the key to getting out of this mess, then doesn't mean that Amy's the key?"

"Good job Rory you're getting the hang of this!"

Rory tried to hide his smile but failed.

"Now all we need to do is help the Doctor. Rory I need you to understand something."

Rory turned towards Taylor and nodded.

"I think the Doctor is starting to wake up. The only way he can do that though, is by dying. It's like when you wake up from falling off a roof or doing something else equally crazy. There isn't anything you can do."

"I can't try to help him?"

"You can but I wouldn't think it would be helping him. He's already too close to waking up to get help. I think the only thing we can do is help him get through it."

"It does make sense though. The Doctor is never the one to sleep. I just wish he could go in more peaceful means."

Taylor nodded in agreement with Rory and sat next to the Doctor; putting the Doctor's head in his lap. The Doctor now lay on the backseat of Rory's car. His fever was getting worse and the mutterings were increasing. Taylor heard the car door open and looked to see Rory going to his trunk. When he came back Taylor found a cold pack in the man's hands. He was starting to put the pack on the Doctor's head when the Doctor suddenly sprung up. Taylor tried to hold him down but the Doctor's palms were so wet with sweat that they slipped out of Taylor's hands.

"Rory…don't…let him…get…what...he…wants." The Doctor muttered. With those last words the Doctor fell against Taylor and made no more movement. It had all happened so fast Taylor was sure the Doctor didn't feel anything. Rory stayed where he was, clearly in shock from the whole experience. Taylor wanted to tell him to man up and say he's still alive but he noticed it was hard to lose a friend like that. Rory may not have known the Doctor for his whole life but the feeling of wanting to save someone and knowing you can't, is hard. It makes you feel worthless. Taylor looked down at the Doctor and closed his unseeing eyes. God why did he have to be the one. The one to get in such a mess.

Rory broke the silence with a question. "What did he mean by 'don't let him get what he wants?'"

Taylor took a while to talk but soon he got an answer.

"After sometime of being in the white room a man appeared. The Doctor called him the Master. Then some other guy came in, he was called the Dream Lord. From the

Doctor's expression I could tell that seeing the Dream Lord was a surprise."

"So that must mean he doesn't want the Dream Lord getting what he wants."

"Probably. What are we going to do now?"

Rory took a look at the Doctor and sighed.

"I don't know. You're the genius, I'm pretty sure you'll figure it out before I can even process what just happened."

AN: So was it good. Please review. Criticism is ALWAYS appreciated. If like it, tell me. If you liked it, tell didn't. I'll see you guys next time!