A/N: Sorry about the long wait I've been really busy! Anyway, I hope you like this chapter and although it doesn't have much Titanic or Doctor Who in it, just bear with me, there'll be some next time. Enjoy :)

All I remembered when I woke up was leaving Ernest's house and walking home, only to be hit by an out-of-control car which was only slowed down by me. I can remember the driver, a thickset man whose stubble was whitening, repeating the same words over and over, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Then I must have blacked out because my memory stops there. According to my mum, I was whisked away by an ambulance and brought straight to the Royal Liverpool University Hospital where teams of doctors swarmed around me like ants, busying themselves on blood tests, CT scans, heart monitors and morphine. Mum said I looked like death itself and the amount of worried looks on the staff's faces made her sure I was going to die. "You were like a wildebeest being pecked at by vultures," she used to say. I always thought there was more to that story, that something else happened, and as I lay in blackness I tried to remember the events of before The Accident.

I lay in a coma for many weeks, spoken to, but not speaking back. I could hear every word that was said but couldn't reply. As the days passed I found it harder and harder to keep awake; sometimes I fell asleep when there was someone in the room talking to me, which I found the hardest to cope with. I felt like I let that person down by not listening to them and their speech on how I had to stay alive. However, no-one seemed to be able to tell me what happened before The Accident and it was annoying me that I couldn't remember.

The words 'little' and 'chat' should never be in the same sentence as they always escalate into weeping monologues. It seemed as if everyone's 'little chat' was the same. "You've got to stay with us, Freya. For me. Just do it for me." I've just popped in for a little chat as I was passing by. Oh look, these silly old chocolates, you might as well have them. My friend won't want these flowers so I supposed you could have them.

Also, it was like confession time and secrets spilled. I learned that my old friend Chelsea from secondary school liked Ernest which I was slightly surprised about, and felt strangely protective. I also found that two of my friends from university had got engaged and wanted me to be one of their bridesmaids but suspected it was just a perk of being in a coma; they'd not talked to me in a few months anyway. However, no secret or big surprise could stir me from the depths of my coma.

In all that time it was Ernest who visited the most often, and I always looked forward to when he would appear next. I could imagine his wide grin light up his face and reach his twinkling blue eyes after he'd told a joke. I would want to laugh and could feel it build inside me but I could move. However, the beeps of the heartbeat monitor increased and I knew he knew I was smiling inside. He told me he'd planned how to change the ending of the Titanic and would show me as soon as I woke up. He was always happy and cheerful and I could imagine him pacing up and down and bouncing about as he told stories of what he'd been up to. He'd talk to me like I was really there and having a conversation with him.

"Hey Freya, how are you doing? It's been about three weeks in case you'd forgotten and I'm doing fine thank you very much." My heart rate increased as I realised it was Ernest and I didn't know why. He paused for a second whilst he came to sit down by my bed.

"I went to Starbucks before now. A higher quality cup of coffee is better than the sludge and soggy sandwiches they serve here." I laughed inwardly. How like Ernest to be picky about things.

"Your dad's finally gone for a rest though he said he's fine. He really doesn't look it though so when he refused, I was prepared to bring in a shopping trolley to cart him out! You should see him though, Freya. He's a wreck but I think it'll be worth it when you finally wake up. We'll all be here, don't worry." I could sense him smiling and wanted to smile back, but my mouth just wouldn't move itself. He sat there for a while, half an hour or more, before he had to leave to go to college. My inward smile faded when I realised I was alone again.

I was lonely more on weekdays than weekends because everyone was work or college. Sometimes a nurse came in to wash me and I loved that because she would chat like there was everything to talk about; boy, she could talk for England. And it was always something new every day- what was on the news and the latest arrest of Lindsay Lohan. The best thing was that she'd sing while she worked. Her favourite band to sing would be Take That so I knew all of their songs back to front by the time it was over. The sound of her voice lifted my heart and I almost managed to smile. Almost.

I imagined her to have light brown hair tied in a scruffy bun and underneath her blue nurses overalls would be a white long sleeved top, the arms of which would have been pushed up. Her big brown eyes would sparkle and she would always wear blue nail polish. I always imagined her to be nicely plump but not too fat. I could picture this lovely nurse dancing around the room whilst getting on with work and she never dropped the optimistic attitude that I would wake up anytime soon. And her name was Sarah.

She never changed, not like my mum did. At the beginning of the coma, Mum was hopeful and encouraging; she used to hold my hand and say she was praying for me and crack jokes. But she changed as it went by- talking as if I wasn't there or even alive and it saddened me to think even my mum had given up hope on me.

Dad read to me at night-time and kissed my head then sat there until morning, never wavering from his position and always, always keeping watch, safeguarding his 'beautiful angel' or' sweet poppet'. He was always there, never crying or showing weakness and had faith and hope that I would eventually wake up.

I could hear raindrops pattering on the window outside as Ernest walked in, not his usual bubbly self.

"It's been two months now, Freya." The tone of his voice sent me into a pit of deep despair and I wished for the bed to swallow me right there and then as I never wanted to hear Ernest upset or losing faith.

"They're thinking of switching you off." All I could hear were the shrill beeps of the heart rate monitor, slow and unsteady. It felt like I was falling over the edge of a waterfall, just a push from my friends and family would send me over the edge to certain death. Hot tears welled up, although he wouldn't see them. I couldn't tell them that I was fine; I was going strong and would come out of it eventually. It's like you're screaming and no-one can hear. No-one will ever understand how much it hurt to know that everyone you love had given up on you.

"But I know that you're still in there, somewhere," Ernest grabbed hold of my hand tightly. "And... I've read somewhere that you can still hear what I'm saying," he paused for a second before carrying on. "Freya, please give me a sign of sorts that shows that you can hear me."

After a few minutes of nothing I heard my best friends sigh in despair and knew in that moment that he'd given up on me. The grip on my hand slackened a bit.

"There's another visitor here for you, Freya," I heard Sarah's voice sing into the silence. Had she been here all along? Two sets of quiet footsteps approached my bed and I heard one crouch down beside me.

"Hi Freya," I recognised the man's voice from somewhere but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "It's us. Remember?" Nope.

"You remember Hitler?" A female voice piped up, one from the south. But no, I don't remember Hitler, unless you mean the guy who exterminated millions of Jews and other ethnic minorities, then yes but I've never met him and never intend to meet him, unless to shove a custard pie in his face...

And suddenly it exploded in my head like a... an explosion? I remembered everything and everyone: the Doctor and Donna, that custard pie, Hitler's face, the time machine... It all zoomed around my head until I couldn't take it anymore. And that was the moment I shot up in bed.

"Oh, my gosh!" Ernest yelled and flung himself on me in glee and buried me in one of his amazing bear hugs. I could feel his tears on my neck as I tried to think of something smart to say.

"And you were thinking of turning me off!" I said, tears of joy streaming down my own face. Even after five minutes he didn't let go but finally I managed to shrug him off, feeling as though I'd just run a marathon. I looked around, hoping to see the elusive Doctor and Donna but they had disappeared.

"Where are the Doctor and Donna?" I asked, already knowing the answer. It was obvious; they'd gone back to their travelling.

"Who? Those weirdo's?" Ernest asked. "I didn't see them go... didn't say thank you." He hugged me again, unaware that he was invading my personal space multiple times. After a few minutes I was swarmed with people hugging me and kissing me and showing me the presents that they'd brought me out of the kindness of their own heart and how lovely it is to see me awake and looking healthy and how much they've missed me throughout the time I'd 'been on an adventure'.

Through it all I glanced between Ernest, who had the largest grin on his face out of all people, and Sarah, who was smiling through her tears. She looked exactly like I thought she would. Amidst the fuss and bother there were only three people who knew exactly who had woke me up and no-one else even asked.