There's not much in this world that will make a whole building of people fall silent and stare, but this was one of those times. Amy had just jumped up and snogged the Doctor passionately.
The Doctor initially was shocked, but did not deny the kiss. He had no idea who this Amy was, but for some reason she brought a welcoming element to her kiss. However, a minute later he pushed her away regretfully. The action lost the attention of everyone else who resumed their lives and conversations, but for the two who kissed, and Martha and Rose, who were behind the Doctor, it was just getting started.
Amy immediately was sincerely apologetic. "I'm sorry! I don't even know what came over me!"
Rose had absolutely no idea how to even handle the situation. In a normal world she'd slap the Doctor or have words with him. In fact at a younger age she would have done so anyway. But, the Doctor wasn't hers as much as it hurt her and she couldn't literally do a thing about it even if it had broken her heart. All she could do was stay silent and keep her feelings to herself while staying positive for her friends.
The Doctor was still getting over the shock. "Blimey, I knew I was gorgeous, but that was a jolt even for my standards."
Martha tried to explain however unexplainable it all was. "Doctor, Rose, Amy has been having dreams lately and I think I'm somewhat involved."
Amy shook her head, "What? Don't be preposterous! This is really all just a big coincidence because how could I…"
Martha cut her off explaining, "Amy, I'm Martha Jones. I'm a doctor. That is the Doctor right there who you just… snogged." It was awkward, but Martha could admit out loud that she used to have those feelings. "I met Shakespeare and that was my memories of Farringham. That was no figment of your imagination." She pointed to herself to emphasize adding, "Those could only be my memories!"
Amy looked genuinely shocked and mouthed an "Oh" in realization. She was scared because this just wasn't an interesting dream anymore. Amy had really just kissed a perfect stranger. "So you're really the Doctor and Rose Tyler?"
The Doctor began to look on darkly with pity. "We are."
Rose asked comfortingly, "Why don't we all sit down and you can tell us how these dreams started?"
As they found a seat on the bench with Amy and Martha on side and the Doctor and Rose on the other Amy began. "About a year ago, but I don't know how. They really just started one night and I finally told myself to write it all down and clear my head, but the dreams have never stopped. They're coming more frequent now more than ever before. Their more visual, more involved, and even more emotional. They're like nightmares sometimes."
The Doctor asked, "Nightmares?"
"Yeah, because in almost every one of those dreams I was scared for my life."
"Tell me about one of them."
The Doctor's simple request also held strong compassion in his eyes. She decided that maybe this Doctor could really help her if he understood. Amy grabbed her papers and fingered through until a particular entry caught her eye.
"I'm in New York this time and it's overcast like a storm is approaching. Only this can't be my time because this is not the New York that I've seen pictures from my friends that have traveled. No, this New York is a work in progress and the cars and people look like something from a photograph of the 1930's. Only, it's all in color and it's happening all around me. Still, there is something in the air. Something there scares me. Next thing I know I see these metal things that almost look like small cylinders shooting some type of futuristic laser at somebody…"
Rose interjected in a slight fear, "What were they called? Those things. Can you name them?"
Amy shrugged her shoulders and said it like it meant nothing. "Daleks."
The Doctor's eyebrows shot up. He remembered that particular adventure like it had just happened yesterday. "Amy, please tell me anything about how you got these dreams?"
"They just… started one night."
The Doctor bent over the table and grabbed her shoulder to meet her eye line. "Tell me. I'm the only one that can help."
Amy just stared at him defeated because she really had no idea. All she could answer him with was a very frustrated, "I don't know! They just started to happen and I was so scared! I just want them to stop. You call yourself the Doctor, right? Please make them stop for good and heal me!"
The Doctor pulled himself back still looking at her with his eyes wide. Amy was on the verge of tears so Martha reached around her back and hugged her.
The Doctor spoke slowly saying, "Amy, there is something I can do, but your going to have to trust me. Do you trust me?"
Amy's immediate reaction surprised her. Her head said no while her heart said yes. She began to mouth 'no' before immediately saying as if in awe, "Yea. I'd trust you with my life."
Rose asked, "Doctor, are you sure you've never met her before? Because, if this is you going and hiding something again it's time to come clean."
The Doctor turned to Rose and stared at her with completely sincere and confused eyes. "I've never met her before in my life."