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Chapter 6

Darkness...laughter...monsters...then explosions...the whole world exploding...death...then the calming, steady beep...beep...beep...of a monitor.

Sarah opened her eyes. A white ceiling...wires, tubes...where was she?

It wasn't until a voice answered that she realized she had asked out loud.

"In the hospital at UNIT's base. You were brought here after you collapsed. Your brother was very worried."

Sarah looked toward the voice and saw Martha Jones sitting in an armchair. "How long have I been out?" She croaked. Her throat felt like sandpaper.

"About 4 hours. You gave us quite a scare." Martha leaned forward. "Your brother said this has happened once before. What is it exactly?"

Sarah shook her head. "I don't know." She thought for a moment. "It's like I leave my body and I see somewhere else. Like a dream but very vivid. So vivid I can remember everything. In fact I don't think I'll ever be able to forget it..."

"Well, can you tell me what you saw? The first time and this time."

Sarah recounted what she had seen back in their home. When she finished, she went straight into the second vision.

"This time, I saw the same room I saw the first time. And the same two men. But they were alone now. The first one was still chained up. And they were having a conversation again. The chained man was laughing. "Children, Master? Two kids against you and your army and they escaped? Well, this is very interesting." He said. The one he called Master growled. "Yes, maybe once or twice, but not a third time. And this time I know where they are exactly. But first..." He clapped his hands and about ten of those Judoon things walked in. They formed a line in front of the chained man. "Your time has come, Doctor. No more running." And then he turned to the Judoon. "Kill him!" He barked. Then I woke up."

Martha sat for a moment. Her eyes were gazing at nothing and she was silent. Then she shook herself and stood up. "Thank you. I'll let you rest now." She walked out the door. Sarah leaned back and took a sip from the cup of water on the table beside her. There was one thing she hadn't told Martha about. She suspected it was her own imagination, but maybe not...

On the other side of the door, Martha buried her face in her hands and cried.