I awoke to the Doctor furiously shaking my shoulder. A large tear rolled down his damp left cheek. I blinked. He looked at me with surprise, smiled a relieved smile, then sat me up and hugged me. Hugged me until I thought my ribcage was going to cave in. I patted his back and then pushed him away. He looked like I had just come back from the dead and he hadn't seen me in forever. I thought for a second. "How long was I out?" I asked, moving around to wake up my body. He wiped the tear from his face. "Two hours," he said, laughing. But not happy laughing. Scared laughing. I had known this man only a few hours and he was already attached to me. He must be a very compassionate guy. I took his hand and he pulled me into a standing position. I ran my fingers through my hair to get it out of my face and shook out. The Doctor laughed. I laughed too. It eased the tension. We sat there in silence for a minute. I pulled a rubber band off my wrist and pulled my hair into a high pony. It fit my cheerleader appearance. Like the stereo-type cheerleader, I had a smooth, pimple-free face and pretty features. I was very fashion-forward, at least in 2012. I was tall and my brunette hair formed ringlets on a good day. It was long, down to the middle of my back. My attitude was the only thing that made me not cheerleader. Instead of being all peppy and sunshine, I kept to myself for the most part and didn't have many friends. The few guys that liked me stopped liking me as soon as they saw my ranking on the social pyramid. A cheerleader would have been at the top. I was at the bottom. That usually turned people off. It seemed that was why the Doctor chose me. I would be missed the least. The Doctor had started rocking on his heels. I piped up. "Shouldn't we go... find more?" I asked, pointing a finger to my right. The Doctor nodded. He walked like some of the nerds at my school mixed with the assistant principal. Straight-legged and backed. It bothered me. But I followed anyway. We went down another corridor. Then I remembered. I stopped and called the Doctor's name. "I forgot. I saw something before I passed out. Do you think you could tell me what it was?" I asked. He turned slowly to face me in utter disbelief. "Most likely so," he said hesitantly. I told him what I had seen. He looked like he was going to faint himself. "Amy and Rory," he said under his breath. "Who?" I asked. He just smiled and continued walking. Then I jogged to walk beside him. "Did the angel explode?" I asked. He nodded. "But what I don't understand is why you didn't faint blowing up the boulders but you did blowing up the angel. If anything, it should have been the other way around. The boulders are more rock. And you blew them up easily. But you fainted with the angel," he said, scratching his head as he said it. I wondered why something nerdy was always going through his head. Something that needed to be explained. That must have been why he thought about me so much. "Well, maybe I just got really scared and fainted under the pressure," I stated quickly because I had something else to say. "BTW, I didn't blame it for killing any thing," I said. I could tell that I was being a little too teenager and needed to clear things up a bit. "By the way," I said nonchalantly. "Oh," he said rubbing his chin thoughtfully. He seemed to think that I was more alien as a teenager than he was as a Time Lord. Which was perfectly understandable at the moment. "Wait, you didn't say it killed anything? Then it shouldn't have worked. Odd," he said. Things seemed to be getting pretty odd all of a sudden. We ran into the builder again. "Oh, hello again. How was your excursion? Did you kill any Angels?" he asked. I nodded enthusiastically. "Well, Charley over here decided to finally use her eyes and she blew up an Angel. And then passed out," the Doctor added. The builder looked at me with concern. I gave him a thumbs up. He returned a confused look. Then I realized thumbs up probably weren't in until later. "I'm fine," I commented. Then I gave the Doctor a shut-up and let's go kind of look. He understood. We waved goodbye to the builder and headed down another corridor. Then we practically ran face first into another Angel. I quickly backed up and stared it in the eye. "You killed my mom," I muttered under my breath. The Angel put an agonized look on it's face after I blinked and then blew to bits. I cheered. I did a happy dance that got me a few strange looks from the Doctor, but I really didn't care at this point. I twirled and finished with a jump. Then the floor beneath me gave way and I started plummeting. I landed on my knees three stories lower than the floor the Doctor was on. Pain shot up my legs and into my ribcage. I grabbed my ribs and winced in agony. I rolled on the floor even though I felt like I couldn't move. The Doctor looked down the giant hole I had made. He had a look of concern on is face. His mouth started moving, but I couldn't hear a word he was saying. His face disappeared and then reappeared a few minutes later directly above me. He looked almost as worried as he did when I woke up from my little incident with the Angel. He scooped me up and ran down a hallway. He found a few construction workers and started yelling orders I still couldn't hear. The builders looked confused, then concerned, then determined. Then they all nodded and ran off to do whatever the Doctor told them. My eyelids were getting very heavy. I didn't feel sleepy, but my eyes kept trying to close. I managed to force them open a few times, but they won, and my eyes shut as I fell into a painful slumber. The I dreamed. We were back in the blue box. The Doctor was there, flicking switches, but this time, there was a woman with very curly hair. She was rocking back and forth on her heels and seemed to be flirting with the Doctor. He looked over his shoulder, murmured a few words, and turned back to his flicking switches. The only problem was that I still couldn't hear. Although there was one word that I could read. One the woman said quite an awful lot. Sweetie.