Sorry about the length of the last one. I know it was short, but still... I wanted to save this for later so sorry, but not sorry.

Now, *claps hands* time to answer questions. If this question is not addressed to you, I'd prefer you'd just ignore it and move on to the chapter.

First, bookhook. Now why on earth would I ever tell you that? Don't worry, I do plan on telling the girl's identity before the end of this, but I must warn you, this might go on for quite a bit. I don't see any end.

Bloodlily16- Now, I'm going to talk about pears. And apples. I don't mind pears, but I rather have an apple. But, when you put the two together, you get a pear-apple. Or something. I don't know what it's called. But it looks like an apple, is colored like a pear and taste like sweet candy but it's not over powering. Um, no, not daleks. Humanoid. And you can stop guessing. You should really try them. They are wonderful. Also, ugli fruit. They taste like lemons, but it's not too sour. It's like really good. I can't explain.

Jem56- No, it is not Sister of mine. No mirrors here. Unless you imagine some while reading or something, which is okay. I actually read a study that while you read your brain is going a bit crazy imagining all the surrounds and what the character is doing, what they sound like and even their movements It's pretty cool what your brain can do and you don't even realise it.

RayRay- Classic.

Okay! Last thing I want to say! Concerning the conversations between the little girl and the Doctor, you, the audience, is not reading everything. I had some on here that had been 'deleted' (It was a cyberman!) but I'm still acting like there are there. If that makes any sense. Probably doesn't. Sorry. Sleep deprivation.

What I am trying to say, I think, is that I am not painting the whole picture for you. The edges are untouched...

I think this is my longest author's note ever.

Okay, now read.

The Ponds

Amy and Rory were doing the dishes when they heard a strange gargled cry coming from the other room where the Doctor was asleep on the couch. River, who had been cleaning up the table was the first to investigate the noise.

The Doctor was sitting upright on the couch, legs tangled in the blankets and he was gasping like he had just been running. River was the first to his side and she pulled him into a hug.

But the Doctor didn't hug River back. Instead he thrashed about like a madman, trying to get away from her while he yelled in Gallifreyan.

"Doctor, calm down!" River said, trying to keep a hold of him. He frantically tried to get away while he continued to shout. Amy realised after a second that he was yelling her name and something else, over and over again.

"Doctor!" Amy yelled as she ran over to him. He looked around, like he couldn't find her, like he was somewhere else. She grabbed his face and turned his head as gentle as she could so that he was looking at her.

He whispered something and blinked slowly twice. He stopped failing and it was like he realised where he was. The Doctor wrapped his arms around Amy and held her tight.

The Doctor

It took him a while, but he finally realised that he was back in the Pond's house and he was safe.

When he first woke, everything was kinda murky, like a bad film or a messed up photo. Besides his eyesight, all his other senses seemed somewhat fine.

But his brain was muddled. He couldn't understand anything from where he was, what he was feeling, couldn't understand any noises that were quietly washing over him. Frustrated, the Doctor sluggishly fought off the thin and long piece of whatever was trying to suffocate him slowly by sitting on him.

Later he would realise that it was just a blanket.

But while he struggled with it silently he didn't notice that he ears had stopped ringing and he was somewhat able to hear. Clinking noises and muffled whispers in another language came from the next room. But the Doctor didn't notice any of them.

No, instead he was fighting an inatiant object that he was only getting further tangled in with every move.

Suddenly, in his right ear drum, there was a really loud banging that was in a sequence of four. Without even thinking, the Doctor sat up and started gasping, like he just suddenly realised he need oxygen to live. Before he could even think anything, the surrounds changed from weird, cheerful blocks of color to grey stone walls.

The Doctor jumped up, realising where he was. He was back in the corridors he, the Ponds and River had been before the white room and everything went bad. Well, it was already bad, but it just got worse.

Everything seems to float in slow motion, like he was in a clear jelly or syrup or something. And it felt like something was holding him back or down or something, but he couldn't actually feel anything or see anything.

"Hello?" He called out, still struggling as best as he could. "Ponds?! Amy?! River?! Where are you?!"

"Doctor! Help!" A voice echoed down the halls. It sounded like it was very far away but the Doctor could still tell very clearly who it was that was calling for him.

"Amy!" The Doctor yelled while trying to get away from the force that was holding him back. "Amy! Where are you?!"

"Doctor!" She called out again and this time it sounded clear and closer, but it felt like it came from several directions all at once and the Doctor was were four corridors met and things were going fuzzy and he couldn't focus on anything. His brain was starting to go a bit haywire...

But that didn't stop him from fighting the invisible force that was keeping him stuck in the same spot while looking around desperately for Amy.

Something invisible gentle pressed against his cheeks and directed his face in a certain direction. "What...?" The Doctor whispered as Amy Pond started slowly appearing out of thin air and everything around her shifted and changed. He blinked, twice and everything slowly became clear.

He was back in the Pond's living room and Amy was standing right in front of him, holding his face gently in her hands. Whoever was holding him, he could tell it was River because he could see Rory out of the corner of his eye, let go and the Doctor pulled Amy into a tight hug, tears beginning to roll down his cheeks.

Everything was okay.

Yea! Everything is okay! Happy ending! Or is it?!

Of course this isn't the end. Things are about to go a bit downhill. Well, there are going to get worse. And I don't know if they'll get better.