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Donna stepped inside the large, cold building, not feeling anything. It was as though she were on autopilot. She wasn't even aware enough yet to question where she was or what she was doing.

She'd passed the weathered Adipose sign and couldn't remember how she'd gotten the door to the abandoned building unlocked, but the lock was broken and in she stepped.

Still, she felt nothing. She sometimes got odd feelings about certain places. Like that time she went on that tug boat on the Thames. Someone mentioned something about flooding and she was blasted with an enormous headache. Everything that happened after that had become a blur. She figured she must have fallen asleep. She woke up five hours later at home with her granddad and mother looming over her.

But she noticed that neither of them ever made a fuss of such things so she tended to ignore these strange things too. It was better to keep on and not trouble herself about them, she long ago decided. It would do no good trying to figure out things that didn't need figuring out. Besides, she had much more important things to do! She had a husband and a house to look after now, plus money to spend!

But it was getting harder to ignore. These things that happened once in a while were starting to happen more frequently. She would remember bits and pieces of what happened before it all became pretty much a blur. But most of the time, she wasn't sure at all what happened. She chose to believe it had to be some sort of sleep disorder. She went to specialists. All they could do was give her pills, but those never helped.

She didn't recognize this place at all. She had no idea why she might be here. She was walking on pure instinct now.

Somehow her heart was racing as she moved down a hallway and to the stairwell. She started to climb up, all the while trying to capture a thought. Any thought. It was as though her mind truly was blank, yet her body seemed to know just what it was doing. In her normal state of consciousness, she would have been upset and angry by being here in this strange place in the middle of the night. But she couldn't feel that. Not just yet.

As she walked up more and more stairs though, feelings did begin to come. Feelings she didn't understand, not in the least little bit. Warmth. Love. Excitement. Friendship. Pain. Loneliness. She went through an array of emotions until she settled on sad. She managed to drag herself up one level of conscious awareness from there. The sad feeling was so deep and intense that it was impossible to not notice it on some conscious level.

The more this sleep walking thing happened to her, the more time she had to try to get some sort of control over it and find out what was going on. Maybe that was why she was able to hold onto something more when these sleep walking episodes happened. This time she knew she would hold onto that feeling of deep sadness. She just didn't know why.

The feelings felt as if they belonged to someone else. Buried so deep within her that they were just out of her reach.

She didn't care to be here. It certainly wasn't a place she would have chosen to be. But it was as though she were compelled to be here. She hadn't a choice in the matter. This was where she had to be. Up and up she went, solemnly climbing the stairs.

Soon seeing a solid door up above, Donna pushed it open and climbed up. Around her were the tops of surrounding buildings and the cold night air. The air hit her and caused her to shiver, which brought her to further conscious awareness. That hadn't happened very often when these episodes hit, but when it did, she usually was just confused and hurriedly went home.

But so far, all of those times she had found herself just in the middle of roads or nearby shops. She'd never been up on a roof in the middle of the night before! This awakened even more of her senses and feelings.

"This is a roof!" She turned around, taking it all in, feeling somewhat in control of herself for a moment. "I'm on a flipping roof! What am I doing on a roof?"

Confused and frustrated with this sleep walking problem of hers, she started walking around the rooftop, carefully avoiding the edges. Some strange feeling started to grow inside her. She didn't like it. The feeling reminded her of after her father died. It was similar to the feeling she had when she was packing his clothing up for charity.

The feeling of loss.

This wasn't right. What was going on? "How can I be on the roof of some building!" She had vague images of herself entering the building and climbing the stairs. With equal amounts of vagueness she wondered if all the experts she'd gone to were wrong and maybe she did have some kind of tumor after all.

Donna didn't like not being in control of herself. And finding herself on top of an unfamiliar roof was definitely not being in control! She would have been mad about it, but other feelings were too busy confusing her for the anger to surface too strongly just then.

She turned around and noticed there was a set of stairs leading up to a scaffold that was docked onto the side of the building.

A scaffold.

She approached it with growing dread. Her feet seemed to move of their own accord, as if her will didn't matter at all. She tried to turn away, but her body refused to listen to her.

Something felt so very, very wrong! She clutched a hand to her chest and slowly started to step up toward the scaffold, unsure why she was doing this, or why she was feeling like this about doing it.

Why in the world would she be having feelings of loss and sadness over a building scaffold? She'd never been in one in her life!

Donna wasn't afraid of heights, but she'd never bothered to go up into a scaffolding box! Especially not on her own! No way. There was just no reason to it. But her feet moved forward, guiding her up and into the shaky box. It swayed and she grabbed onto the edges.

"Oh, what am I doing?" And then suddenly, images were coming. A dark haired man with glasses, then him without glasses. Him gesturing for her to come up to the scaffold with him.

She clung to the side of the metal scaffold as the images caused her to freeze up.

"What's happening..." The images increased. The strange man in the images was in the scaffold and so was she. He was talking about this and that. Things she didn't understand and for the life of her, couldn't get a grasp on.

And then images of a blond woman with glasses and a pen that shot out a bright light.

And suddenly Donna was falling.

She sank to the bottom of the scaffold, rocking back and forth and clutching her head as images of herself plummeting to her death, filled her mind. Her screams, and her catching hold of a bit of the scaffolding rope to keep herself from falling danced through her mind. The rope was part of the scaffolding that had broken off.

The man in the confused images was screaming her name in pure panic. His face was clear in her mind. He leaned over the side of the tilted and half hanging scaffold to peer down at her. There was a great deal of fear in his eyes, calling out to her again, trying to pull her up and save her.

What the hell?

"What is this? What's wrong with me? How do I know that man? Why do I know that man?" Her head felt as if someone took a mallet to it. She stayed in the bottom of the scaffold, clutching her head, and unable to get the images from her mind. She knew somehow that she wouldn't be able to hold onto them for long.

"Can't forget...Not again. Please not again!" Tears slid down her cheeks. She didn't understand what was happening to her or why. It hurt so much, but she wasn't sure what it was. What was it she couldn't forget? How could she want to not forget something that she couldn't remember in the first place?

Her head was killing her, but the raw emotions that were pouring through her were having a far more profound effect on her. What did it all mean? The anguished pain of loss was overwhelming. As if she, herself, had somehow died.

Overwhelmed by the intensity of the pain, she cried out.

Why couldn't she move? She could only remain crouched and clinging to the bottom of this thing and hoping that it didn't do what the images showed her like causing it to tip over and her to fall out.

She couldn't die in this thing! She didn't even want to be here! She willed her hand to reach for her mobile. It ignored her. She tried to scold her feet into getting up and climbing back to the safety of the roof, but they refused to obey.

Donna Temple-Noble was terrified, a thing which didn't happen very often. Nothing made sense to her. She no longer even cared if it made sense, she just wanted to go home. "Please!"

She couldn't control her own body. Her own mind. Nothing. Feeling completely helpless, she did the only thing left that she could do.

She screamed.