A/N: This is like a part twp of the last chapter.

"Wakey, wakey eggs and bakey," I heard a man's voice- a British man's voice- say. That was strange. I don't know any British men. I opened my eyes to see I was in a hospital. It was obviously a hospital because it gave me the creeps- too much white. Too clean, too perfect, too unemotional. Every building has character, emotion. But not hospitals. And then I saw the man that had talked. He was older, maybe mid- 30's, and had glasses. He was wearing a pinstriped suit and he acted like he knew me.

"So, how are we doing, Dex?" he asked, using my nickname. Only my friend used my nickname. I sat up.

"Who are you, how do you know me, and why are you here?" I said as angrily as I could with how weak I felt. He looked surprised and ran his fingers through his hair, seeming not to care that now it stood up every which way.

"Don't you remember me? Come one, the timey wimey detector, TARDIS, Leonardo Da Vinci?" he asked and looked slightly crestfallen when I showed no signs of recognition. I felt bad for whatever sort of relationship I'd just ruined.

"No, I'm sorry; I must have known you very well. Only my friends- excuse me, friend- call me Dex," I said politely. I really did feel bad, but I had no idea what had happened. I mean, seriously, the last thing I remembered was the last day of school. Shoelace and I had said goodbye to each other, knowing that her mom disapproved of my presence in Shoelace's life and we wouldn't see each other again until September unless she managed to sneak over to my house in the middle of the night as she had done before until her mom found out.

All of a sudden a person walked in. At least I thought she was a person until I looked again, and I realized she had a cat's face.

"Ah, Novice Hame. Beatris just woke up. She seems not to remember me," he said, seemingly oblivious to the fact that a great honking cat had walked in. Novice Hame. So it… she… was a nun. A cat- nun- nurse. Alrighty then, take me off whatever crazy pain meds I was on. And then she, I decided to call her she, spoke.

"How are you, dear?" she said sweetly. I decidedly liked anyone with the nerve to be a cat, nun, and nurse all at once.

"Um, fine I guess. So, um, if you don't mind me asking, are you really a cat? Or am I hallucinating due to pain medicine?"" I asked, probably sounding like a great bumbling idiot. Thankfully, she didn't seem offended and even laughed lightly. It sounded like little bells, a sweet, tinkling laughter that made me like her even more.

"Yes, I am really partially cat. And you're not hallucinating, dear. Now, is there anything I can get you before the treatment necessary?" she asked.

"Ah, just a glass of water please, thanks," I said. I felt awkward. I wasn't used to being doted on. She walked away presumably to get my water.

"So who are you?" I asked, staring directly at the man.

"My name is the Doctor," he said.

"Doctor who?" I asked.

"Just the Doctor, thanks though. Question is, what happened to your head?" he asked.

"My head?" I asked.

"Yes, your head. May I try something?" he asked. I obviously trusted him at some point, so I nodded.

"Now, you might experience old memories reawakening. And if there's anything you don't want me to see, just picture a door, and close it with your mind. I won't peek. Okay?" he said.

"Yeah, okay, I guess," I said, kind of scared. He gently laid a hand on either side of my face and closed his eyes. I could feel him enter my mind. I felt him probe a wall. A wall I didn't even know existed, in my own head. I suppose this must've looked pretty strange, because I heard a glass drop and break. We pulled apart to see Novice Hame standing there in shock.

"You are not supposed to touch the patients!" she exclaimed angrily.

"Yeah, well, I found what's wrong with her. Her body is in perfect condition still, it's just her mind that's broken. And it's not really broken, just blocked. There's a sort of wall around all of her memories of me. Someone or something doesn't want her to remember me, the TARDIS, or anything that could trigger those memories. And I think, with just the right sort of pressure, I could unlock those memories and find out what blocked them off," he said, extraordinarily fast so I could hardly understand him, "So are you with me?"

Novice Hame thought on that for a little bit and then clasped her hands.

"Only you. Only for you, Doctor. Do what you need to," she said and left again.

"Beatris, I need you to trust me. That's the only way I can do this," he said.

"How did I know you? I mean, before," I asked.

"We were just beginning to be friends. We were going to travel, all of time and space, you and me. Everything and everywhere and everywhen," he said. He sounded guilty, as if it was his fault I was like this.

"Okay. You were my friend, that sounds insane. Impossible. But I've just seen a cat- nun- nurse and you just said you could time travel. I'll trust you, and it probably won't make a difference once you take care of my issue. But if you hurt me, you mess me up even more, I will break you. So fix me up, Doc, but be careful," I said. This time, I closed my eyes as he laid his hands on the side of my head. I felt him enter my mind again, this time ready for him to hit the wall. But this time he didn't just probe it, he hit it, hard. I gasped as I felt him hit it again, and again, until I felt the barrier crack a little. I jerked back as a memory, just one single memory leaked out. As his hands fell away I started to talk.

"All of time and space. You were right. You weren't lying," I said.

"What do you mean? Of course I wasn't lying. What is it Beatris, what happened?" he asked.

"A memory came back. Just one memory. The memory just before I passed out. Your… TARDIS… You turned it on and I saw everything. But most of all, a war. The war to end all wars. A Time War. And you were in the war. You killed so many, and yet you abhor all weapons. It's so complex, everything and nothing all at once. And yet I understand now. All of time and space… and nobody's supposed to see that, are they? But I can see time and space and life and death and love and loss… It's beautiful and terrible and it hurts… help…"and I lapsed off, and nearly passed out again. The Doctor looked terrified.

"Novice Hame, I know what to do. We, well, I need to hide that memory and bring back all the others. She has amazing psychic powers, and she didn't even know it. She could hear the TARDIS, it's a living thing with a soul and thoughts, but it can't be put into a flesh body because of the same thing that happened to Beatris, which is sort of like having everything that has ever and will ever happen stuck inside of your head. But I think that I can fix her by sort of… editing her mind. If I can break the wall inside her mind, everything will come back. But then I have to create another wall around the specific memory of her mind seeing the TARDIS's. Make sense?" he asked.

"She's in your hands now. This is unlike anything I've ever seen. Do what's best for her, not you," she said, and smiled, "Because she will break you if you don't." I looked up.

"Just… make it… stop…" I said. I had never felt so weak in my life. The Doctor closed his eyes.

"Are you ready?" he asked. I nodded yes.

"Just help… please, please help," I murmured and felt a sort of insanity wash over me. The insanity of having everything that ever is, was, and will ever be inside your head all at once. And then the Doctor laid his hands on my face and closed his eyes. I felt him exploring around, but now the wall was being elusive. He finally bumped up against it.

"Allons-y," he murmured, and somehow I knew that it meant "let's go" in French even though I'd never taken a French class in my life. And I felt him hit the wall, nearly breaking it, and tried to help him, but breaking down a wall in your own heard is pretty hard to do. He continued, using all his force, to ram up against the wall, and finally I felt it break and all of a sudden everything came rushing back. I blinked a few times as he let go. It all made sense now, but it took all my strength not to pass out.

"Last time," he said, "We just need to bury the encounter with the TARDIS. And the only way to do that is to go into the TARDIS."

"I can't… go back… in there…" I said and drifted off slightly. The last thing that I was aware of was the Doctor picking me up gently and carrying me off. I woke up on a van seat with an accompaniment of a slight rumble. My bleary mind assumed I was on a car trip. As the world came into focus, I realized where I was and jumped to my feet, only to fall back down due to the huge headache I had gotten from… somewhere. I noticed that I was no longer going crazy, unless I already was crazy and just didn't notice it.

"Hello, sunshine," a voice I vaguely remembered said, "You've been sleeping for ages. Are you okay?" And then it all came rushing back.

"So how did you fix me?" I asked.

"I used the TARDIS's matrix to get rid of everything that wasn't supposed to be there. But you'll still remember what it felt like. Sorry," he said, and ran his hand through his hair.

"Thanks," I replied, and decided that it would be acceptable to hug him, given that he had just saved my life. It was awkward because he was so tall, but I didn't care. We let go.

"So, Da Vinci?" he asked.

"Da Vinci," I replied, and with a flick of a button we were off.