I woke to the sound of a scream. Since the scream struck a high note, I deduced it must have come from a woman. So it was either Emma or Maen that was screaming.
"What's going on?" I heard the Doctor ask outside my room.
"I don't know." I recognized Maen's voice, so that answered my question.
I jumped out of my bed and ran to the door. I opened it, and saw the Doctor and Maen in the corridor.
"Are you alright?" the Doctor asked.
"I was, until I heard a scream." I replied.
"Where is Emma?" the Doctor asked, after which he called out her name.
A muffled "here" sounded through the corridor, which the three of us followed. A few doors away from my room, we found the room which Emma had taken as her own. She was in a bed, sitting up, as if she just woke up from a nightmare.
"What's going on?" the Doctor asked her.
"Nothing." Emma assured him, "I just had a bad dream."
I sighed. I'll admit I have had nightmares before in my life, but I never screamed everyone awake like that.
"What about?" Maen asked.
Emma scoffed: "That's not your concern."
"Dreams mean more than people think they do." Maen argued.
"Oh, don't tell me you're one of those people." Emma countered.
"But she has a point." the Doctor brought up, "It must have been an intense dream if it causes you to wake others up like that."
Maen, like me, had bumped her head before, so if she was still wearing her clothes, I understood why. But the Doctor was still wearing his clothes too, making me wonder whether he was even asleep himself."
Emma sighed: "If you must know, it started nicely. There were these little people, with sing-song voices, who talked to me like I was still a child."
"That's starting nicely?" I questioned.
Emma laughed: "It just made me feel like a little girl again. At least it did until..."
She hesitated to go on. The Doctor tried to pursuade her to go on: "Until what?"
"They started to ask weird questions." she answered, "They wanted to know who you three were."
"Us?" Maen and I answered in unison.
"Their questions made no sense." she went on, "They asked why they can't see what's in your heads, why your brains act so differently, and what the Tardis is."
Maen, the Doctor and I exchanged glances.
"When I told them I didn't know, they..." she hesitated to answer, "They started to show me these horrible... horrible images."
"Alright, you don't have to go into detail now." the Doctor said.
As she spoke, I noticed something lying under her pillow. I reached out to pick it up. Emma started yelling at me, but I didn't listen. What I picked up, was a red leaf. From the smell and feel of it, I thought it came from a rose.
"How did that get there?" Emma seemed to agree with me now, it shouldn't be there.
"Don't you keep this Tardis clean?" Maen complained to the Doctor.
The Doctor didn't answer. Instead, he looked at the leaf, and took it in his own hands.
"Odd." The Doctor said.
"Thank you for pointing out the obvious." I said.
"No, that's not what I meant." the Doctor replied.
"Why is this odd?" Maen asked him.
"I have heard a story about something that happened during the first world war." the Doctor explained, "A train, loaded with soldiers, was riding through a tunnel. But once it left the tunnel, all of the soldiers were dead."
"Dead?" Emma was surprised to hear that.
"How?" I asked.
"Somehow, they were choked to death." the Doctor explained, "Choked, by having leafs like these stuck in their throats."
I could almost feel Emma's shiver, who then asked: "Am I going to be killed?"
"I don't think so." the Doctor replied, "One leaf won't kill you."
"Why did you bring it up then?" Emma asked.
"Because the mysterious circumstances in which this appeared, it reminded me of how these men died." the Doctor explained.
"But they're not connected at all?" Maen asked.
"I hope not." the Doctor replied.
"And here I was thinking that Doctors are much better at making patients feel better." I remarked.
"I'm only saying that you shouldn't worry just yet." the Doctor explained.
"Then when should we?" Maen asked.
The Doctor didn't answer.