You'll hate me at the beginning of the chapter, but hopefully I'll make up for it. Sorry If you get two updates, the last chapter had formatting issues I needed to address.

Disclaimer: I do not own doctor who or any of it's characters.

"Clara."

"Kiss me chin boy." she murmured, still caught in the brief flashes of the dream.

"What?" he squeaked, and her eyes flew open. She was sitting in one of the lobby chairs, with what she recognised as Elijah's coat wrapped around her. It smelled like home to her now, she realized as his familiar scent filled her nose. He smelled like apples. Apples and peppermint candy.

"Sorry!" she stammered, realising all too soon that had been a dream. She was incredibly frustrated right now with herself, for dreaming of that. She had sworn off love and kissing a long, long time ago, and it would do her no good to daydream of such things now. "I said kiss me.. Ronald!" she excused, and relaxed when she saw him nod.

Amy rolled her eyes. "It's not our fault you just dropped off when we were hiking around the hotel." Clara just sat up, ignoring her sarcastic friend, rubbing her eyes.

"Sorry." she murmured, feeling the heat rising to her cheeks. "Didn't sleep well last night."

"What afraid of the dark?" Amy scoffed, raising her eyebrows at Clara's sudden red color.

"No." she snapped before she could stop herself, "I was to busy thinking about how my Mum died ten years ago." turning back to Elijah, "Pick me up."

"What?"

"PICK ME UP CHIN BOY OR SO HELP ME-" He scooped her up easily and quickly, carrying her out of the lobby and into the hallway branching off. He set her against the opposite wall, before slumping down next to her.

"Sorry." she whispered, "I just needed to get out of there." he nodded slightly, but his eyes were far away. "What did you guys find?" she gestured limply around at the hallways. "Do we even have a chance?"

"Rory is optimistic as ever, but I don't know." he replied, "it certainly doesn't look good." She stared absentmindedly at the wall across from them, it's plain yellow door seemingly mocking her. It wanted her to open it, to look inside it's room, discover it's secrets.

"Have you opened anymore doors?" she asked him in a dreamy voice, knowing he wouldn't open any of them like Jack and Rory. He was smarter than that. He shook his head, and she limped over to the door, ignoring the jolts of pain in her ankle.

"Let's take a look." she said, more to prove something to herself. She wasn't afraid of anything. She shoved open the door, amid to his protests, and stepped inside.

She was only scared when the door slammed behind her. She whirled around, staggering back as the pain in her ankle flared. Falling down to her knees, she cried out for help.

"Clara?" her mother said from behind her. She slowly turned around, her eyes growing wider with each second she breathed.

"Mum?" she asked. The room was almost completely empty, the only thing was a hospital bed, the white sheets pulled up to her Mother's frail chin. Her Mother had dark circles underneath her eyes,her body skeletal and fragile, her hair splayed out on the pillow, just like it had been on the day she died. "Mum." she approached the bed with careful, hesitant footsteps, as if one loud step would make her vanish.

Her Mother turned towards her, but it wasn't her Mum anymore, it was Elijah, his eyes wide with terror as he reached out to her with shaky fingers.

"Clara." he whispered, "Help me."

"Elijah?"

"Clara," he sounded confused, but she couldn't understand why. "It's the Doctor."

"Doctor?" she mouthed the words, but no sound escaped her lips. Her eyes filled with tears as she fell to her knees. "No, no, you're Elijah."

"Clara." he urged her, "It's me. It's the monk, remember?"

"I'm breaking." she screamed suddenly. "Help me." she dropped to the ground as her brain suddenly exploded in pain.

"Clara?" she could hear his voice, but all she could see was white stars, dancing across her vision. What was happening? She felt the panic begin to rise in her throat, the suffocating anxiety nearly cutting off her words.

"DOCTOR!" she screamed, "Doctor, please-" but she didn't finish her sentence. There was no point to it now she saw, no point at all. No point in begging, or screaming, because he would take away her fear. He would take away her pain. He would come.

"Praise him." she whispered, "Praise him."

"I'm going to see what's holding him up." Amy said, climbing to her feet. She pushed off Rory's helping hand, "I can manage on my own."

The hallway was empty. She immediately felt a bolt of fear shoot through her chest. If this was the same hotel as before... They both could be lost, and she'd find their empty shells. She darted down a side hall, ginger hair flying out behind her, and ran into Elijah, quite literally.

Their foreheads collided with a large smack, and they both fell to the ground. He jumped up at once, his eyes darting around the room.

"Clara!" he gasped, "I can't find her. She went into a room, but now she's gon-" he was cut off by a large scream, unmistakably Clara's.

"DOCTOR! ELIJAH! DOCTOR!" she was screaming, her shrieks of pain echoing around the hotel. They both bolted towards the sound. Clara was sitting on the ground, gripping her head in her hands. She was shaking back and forth, her eyes wild.

"Clara." Elijah whispered, he knelt by her, and she immediately flinched away.

"No, no more." she sobbed, "Please, please help me. My head, it's so full." Amy knelt by her as well, her hand gripping the other girl's tightly.

She wasn't an idiot, she knew what was happening to Clara. The Doctor had once explained it to her, that certain things could bring out memories. She assumed that they had been injected with a drug when they came in, because this wasn't her world, because there weren't any aliens. This drug was reawakening Clara's memories, but not in the manor that Amy's had. It was killing her, killing Clara, she could see that, as the other girl's breaths slowed. Elijah was bolting towards the lobby, and she knew he thought Rory could fix her.

Amy raised her hand, and punched Clara in the face. Clara collapsed backwards, her breath escaping her in a whoosh, but everything else returned to normal as the brain went to sleep.

"Amy, are you alright?" Rory asked, helping her up. "What did you do to her?"

"I knocked her out. When we came here, we were injected with something," she explained, "I have a mark in my arm. It must have been why there was nightmares in the bedrooms. Clara's mind reacted badly to the drug. Closing her eyes slowed it's effects. We need to get her to a hospital." Elijah and Rory's mouths dropped open. Clearly they weren't expecting that from her. "I am smartish you know!" she protested at their looks.

Elijah scooped Clara into his arms, with more care than Amy had ever seen the Doctor express. Her head lolled lightly against his arm, her sleeping body far more peaceful now.

"Will she be in pain when she wakes?" he asked Amy softly as they contiuned into the hotel hallway.

"I don't know." she said truthfully. She wasn't the Doctor, she didn't have all the answers.

Jack only raised his eyebrows slightly when they traisped back into the lobby. He had stayed behind to see if anyone else would show up, and judging by the mugs clasped in his hands, he'd found the kitchen.

"Don't ask." Amy advised him, she'd already explained it once, and she wasn't going to again. "Have you seen if there is anyway out of here?"

"Not unless we break down the walls." he said, and went pale when he saw the serious look Amy gave him. "You're not actually considering that are you?" his american accent to her, at least in that moment, was rather comforting, it was something alien. Something not to be expected.

"We need to get her to a hospital." she shrugged.

"It would take at least three men with chairs.." Jack broke off. "Ah." he rubbed his face. "May I ask, why didn't we do this earlier?"

"I wanted to see something." Amy said, and it was true. She wanted to see if the Doctor would be reawakened the longer they stayed in the hotel, wanted to see if she could get her bow tie wearing idiot back.

"Well thanks Amy." Elijah said harshly, "now Clara may die because of your desperate need." he stalked across the room, and gripped a chair in his hand.

When they opened the door, as they had done before, a white wall blocked their path. Elijah felt all around it, before resting his head lightly against the stone. "There's no way." he said, whacking the white stone with his fist.

"Move aside." she said, and he frowned.

"Amy, there is no way-"

"Just move aside!"

He did, and she felt along the wall. "If," she began, "Well...We didn't get in here by teleport did we?" not this time. She added in her head. "So... there must be a..." she found the switch, and cried out in victory. "way out!" the wall began to groan, and slowly retreated into the wall.

"I love you." Rory kept saying, over and over again, until she kissed him to shut him up. They all staggered out into the moonlight (Elijah carrying Clara) and she laughed. Laughed because it felt so good to be in the fresh air again.

"You can't leave!" A wheezy voice called behind them. A frail old man, seized Rory and pressed a gun to his head. "You'll tell the police on me."

"Let him go!" Jack warned, but none of them had a weapon, nothing to defend themselves.

"Rory!"

"I can't let you go, or I'll get taken. They pay me wells, they do."

"Who pays you?" Elijah demanded, and for a second, Amy believed that he was the Doctor. It was clearly there, in his voice at least.

"The people who run this town." he snorted, "and this Ginger Lady know what I'm talking about, don't you darling?"

It only took Amy a second to decide. Seizing a rock from the ground she chucked it at his head, striking his temple, and making him fall back to the ground. "Rory!" she cried out, and flung herself at him.

Elijah slowly turned his head slightly. His head was foggy, his eyes unfocused, but he still could see the unmistakable blur that was Clara. He immediately tried to throw himself towards him, but it merely scooted the bed he was lying on, so it was right next to hers.

"Chin Boy?" she asked him, as his arm partly covered her face. He struggled to remove it from her skin, everything was foggy.

"Clara." he assured her with just her name.

"Where are we?" she asked him, settling her head in the crook of his arm.

"The hospital, I think." he slurred, staring around at the white blur that was everywhere.

"Good."

He felt up around his neck. "Something's missing! Something so important."

"What?" she sounded alarmed.

"My Bowtie! SOMEONE THERE'S A LOST BOW TIE!" he screamed.

"Calm down." His brother said pushing his bed away from Clara's. "They said drawing the drug out of their systems would make them weird." he said to someone, probably his girlfriend. Speaking of girlfriends...

"Clara." he said loudly.

"Yes, Chin Boy?"

"I really like you."

"In a lovey kissy way, or best friend?" that made him think for a minute.

"Both!" he proclaimed. "Will you go on a date with me?"

"Yes." she said without hesitation.

"Promise?"

"Pinky-promise."

He reached his hand across to her, and she took it. When he dropped off to sleep, the only thought he had was: I'm going to marry this girl someday.