Martha Jones' eyes shot open, waking her up mid-dream, flying up into a sitting position in her bed, sweat lightly coating her face.

"Martha?" Her mother ran into the room. "Martha, dear, are you alright? I heard you scream…"

"Oh, no Mum, I'm fine. Go back to sleep. Really, I'm fine. Just a nightmare…" she gasped through her heart thudding in her chest.

Her mother only folded her arms across her chest and gave her a wary glance.

"Martha, I've been worried about you. What did that Doctor do to you?" her dark eyebrows pulled together, eyes full of concern.

"No, I just…" she sighed. "I just miss him, that's all. It's hard… Mum, I really don't want to talk about it."

Her mum gave her once last worried glance before heading back down the hallway to her own bedroom.

Martha lay her head back down on her pillow.

Got back up.

Trying to sleep was useless right now.

She went over to stand at her window and searched up and down the street, trying to calm her mind (as a part of her that she was unaware of searched for a blue box to appear).

What had been the meaning of that dream?

She had been at the hospital. She was standing back with her group, talking to the Doctor, whom at that point had just appeared as an odd and mysterious patient to her. She had glanced over to the door, and there saw a bronze hair-covered, dark-eyed boy walking by, a couple of years younger than her, with amazing beauty. He had shot her an unreadable expression before disappearing down the hallway. She urged to follow him, and see what was going on with him, when the Doctor said something.

"Excuse me… Martha isn't it?"

"Yes…" she answered. She was suddenly aware of the fact that the everyone else in the room had vanished, aside from the two of them.

"You may want to run."

She heard a crash come from the hallway, and her head jerked up toward the noise. She saw nothing, but heard a scream.

"How did you--" she looked back to where the Doctor had been, but instead saw only a tie laying there. So that had been him on the street earlier. She could have laughed if the circumstances would not have been so abnormal, or rather, if they were any more odd and she was set on the verge of hysterics. But where had he run off to? How did he know that something was about to happen? And who was--

The bronze-haired angelic-looking boy was in the doorway.

"Hello?" she asked him. "D'you know what's--" but before she cold finish her sentence, his black eyes focused on her and he lunged for her throat.

The next morning she woke up exhausted. She dragged herself through the shower, through her closet, through her cereal, and then headed off to the hospital.

As she approached the building, she got an odd sense of déjà vu.

It's nothing, Martha. She told herself. You're only just a bit shaken up by last night, that's all.

But was that only it? She couldn't help but to feel as if something bad was about to happen. Or rather, something out of the ordinary, like she had felt the day she met the Doctor.

She shrugged as she walked into the hospital.

"Martha," she heard the head nurse calling her.

Martha turned and over to her.

"Yes?"

"We have a new doctor here, Doctor Carlisle Cullen, I need you to assist him today." she said in a quick, businesslike manner.

"Okay," said Martha, "but where is--"

"Hello Martha. I'm Doctor Cullen." A friendly, good looking blonde doctor who looked no older than thirty shook hands with her.

There was something familiar about him, she couldn't quite place her finger on it.

She shrugged that off, too, and went about her day.

She was on her way back from lunch when someone in black with a helmet on shoved into her.

He simply glanced at her, and then kept on walking.

"Excuse me!" she called after him, but he simply ignored her and went on inside the hospital.

"The nerve of some people," she muttered under her breath.

She saw one of her friends in the hallway and talked with her for a bit, and then she headed back to see if Doctor Cullen needed help with anything.

She walked to his office, as she rounded the doorway saying,

"Doctor Cullen, I--" she saw the boy standing there.

"You!" she cried.

He turned to her and pulled the helmet off. She suppressed a gasp that nearly escaped her lips. It was the boy from her nightmare.