"You're a manifestation of his fear and my fear to come."

The Dream Lord just sat back and looked at Terry for a long time.

"You still haven't answered my original question." The Dream Lord said at last, her gaze shrewd and giving away nothing. And in doing so, giving away everything to someone who knew the Doctor as well as Terry did.

"Who am I supposed to be?"

"You're something bad…" Terry said slowly. "And, at the very least, the Doctor thinks you are because he's afraid of you."

"And of course anything the Doctor's afraid of must be bad." The Dream Lord taunted. But Terry shook her head.

"No," Terry disagreed. "But I know you must represent something bad because otherwise the 'Dream Lord' wouldn't be feeding off of you. But you're clearly also me."

"So?" The Dream Lord asked a tad impatiently.

That gave Terry the clue she needed. Because of the Dream Lord's tone, she was tempted to rush her conclusion. But now, she knew she needed to think broader. Despite her claims, the Dream Lord wasn't interested in whether Terry could answer who she was. She wanted Terry to figure out who she herself was.

"So, I'm a Time Lady who somehow manages to jump through space and time without a TARDIS or vortex manipulator." Terry said aloud. As she'd anticipated, the Dream Lord was suddenly fully focused on her.

"Except that's impossible." Terry said the obvious out loud and the words ringing in her own ears sparked the realization.

"Conclusion? There's a time vortex inside me… and something else. Something that controls time and space itself."

As the words left her mouth, a memory returned to her. Terry's eyes lost focus as memories flooded her mind, the memories that she'd been unable to fully recall. Until now.

"That's how I was able to do it. That's what happened at Lake Silencio."

Terry was screaming in agony as every cell in her body felt like it was burning, burning along with the universe and all of reality as a destructive white light enveloped everything they knew. A white light that was contained in a burst of gold energy - gold energy that was coming from her.

"I was holding time together, but that shouldn't be possible - just like it shouldn't be possible to just travel across time and space."

Terry gasped as she landed in the console room across from the Eleventh Doctor, startling him.

"Angel?" He asked warily, watching as the whispers of gold light leaks into Tardis blue before disappearing altogether. Terry opened blue eyes, blinked and then swayed as she fainted into the Doctor's arms, her memory of the Judoon retreat locking itself away along with the thrumming power that had gripped her. A power she had felt before.

Terry raised her gaze and stared right into the gold eyes of her mirrored image.

"You're her."

It was cold on the floor - so cold. And yet, somehow, it was also extremely hot as every inch of Terry felt like it was on fire. But it didn't hurt; it was just… there. That was strange - and then almost like in a dream, Terry stood but it wasn't her that was standing.

And then she was facing them - the headless monks. They were bad; they were there because a good man had gone to war. Something pulsed from deep within but not from her chest; from her mind. And a voice echoed in her head.

'Demons run when a good man goes to war.'

"Daemon."

At Terry's words, the Dream Lord's lip curled into a humorless smile.

"You got it at last, hm?"

Tilting her head slightly as if she had been called, the Dream Lord sighed.

"Time's up. Too bad."

Terry watched as the Dream Lord turned back to her, gold eyes meeting hers before there was another flash of white. The light brought back one last memory Terry had forgotten. Her eyes widened and landed on the six test tubes once again, each filled with a different coloured liquid: pink, teal, purple, orange, green and red. And the last thing Terry saw was the Tardis blue of the test tube rack before the white light engulfed her completely and the only thing she could see was her returned memory in her mind's eye.

"I will be back, Doctor." Daemon snarled, glaring with utter hatred at the Time Lord in front of her. "You will not be able to keep me at bay forever. You will both suffer for this in the end. One day, you will see the truth."

With that, Daemon slid her one gold and one brown eye shut. And she was gone. For now.

Leadworth

Terry awoke to find herself hanging over something warm. But, more importantly, she was swinging about twenty feet off the ground.

Terry shrieked, startling the Doctor into almost dropping her from where he was carrying her over his shoulder. The Doctor wobbled on the ladder he was climbing, urgently trying to catch his balance while Terry clutched him tightly reflexively.

"Oh, my God!" Terry cried. "Doctor, what are you doing?!"

"Avoiding the old folk, and finding Amy and Rory." The Doctor answered as he continued his climb up to the second-floor window of the Ponds' cottage. "Stop moving, angel, you'll fall!"

Terry stilled, still breathing heavily. But she forced herself to take deep and even breaths in an effort to calm down as the memories of this episode returned now that her head was clear after her private with the Dream Lord. She knew now that they really weren't in any danger. But as the adrenaline wore off, Terry grimaced as she became aware of a painful throbbing on the back of her head.

"Why does my head hurt?" Terry asked, rubbing her head where it ached.

The Doctor winced.

"Erm, you may have banged your head a few times along the way." He admitted, and Terry raised a brow at him over her shoulder.

"I may have?"

"I carried you across Leadworth!" The Doctor said defensively. "I think I deserve a thank you."

"Upper Leadworth." Terry corrected, and the Doctor grumbled under his breath.

"What was that?" Terry asked.

"Nothing, dear."

Something about that triggered Terry's memory of her latest non-dream.

"Doctor, you know about Daemon, don't you?"

The Doctor went absolutely still at her question, despite the fact that they could easily die if they didn't keep moving.

"Why do you ask?" The Doctor asked slowly, not looking back at her as Terry tried to look over her shoulder at him.

His non-response pretty much confirmed her suspicions though, so Terry returned his question with one of her own.

"She's what you're afraid of, isn't she?"

The Doctor tensed but he still didn't look at her.

"Angel, why are you asking me this?"

"Because I just met the Dream Lord's impression of her."

That got the Doctor's full attention. His gaze snapped to hers and he searched her blue eyes as Terry stared into his guarded green ones.

"Doctor, who is she exactly?" Terry asked flat out. The Doctor's expression filled with a sorrow as old as time itself. Terry knew that look and she opened her mouth to demand more answers when the Doctor spoke quietly in her mind.

"Please, angel. Don't go searching for her."

Terry stared hard at the Doctor. He rarely pleaded (really pleaded) for anything. And because she knew that, usually Terry would give in and agree. But she couldn't. Not anymore.

The Doctor seemed to sense this as a deeper despair settled over him. But a screech below their ladder reminded them of their current peril and the Doctor quickly clambered the rest of the way up. Reaching the window, the Doctor shoved the lower pane up and he helped Terry go through. She barely stopped herself from just tumbling in as she did; the Doctor however tripped and fell inside after her.

"Doctor! Angel!" Amy gasped, holding her hand over her heart as she settled her alarm at their abrupt entrance.

"Amy-" Terry started before she stopped in her tracks by the window and stared at Rory. More specifically, at the long strands of hair he clutched in the hand not holding a pair of scissors.

"And here I thought the ponytail was an improvement." Terry observed. Rory grumbled as he tossed aside his newly sheared hair while Amy called them back to business.

"Doctor, what do we do?"

"I don't know." The Doctor admitted, although Terry could see the gleam in his eyes as his mind swirled. He clearly had some ideas, but he was weighing the risks. If his theory was wrong…

"Oh!"

Amy suddenly gasped as she gripped her stomach and she looked up at her friends with wide eyes.

"I think the baby's starting."

"Honestly?" Rory asked with a hint of skepticism. But the Doctor's eyes had widened and his head lifted in shock while Terry opened her mouth.

"Would I make it up at a time like this?" Amy was just snarling at Rory when a garden gnome suddenly smashed through the window, whacking Terry right in the head.

She let out a cry of pain, clutching her head while the Doctor cried, "Angel!"

"What-?" Rory started as he stood up to peer out the broken window worriedly.

That got Terry's attention and she blindly reached for him as she yelled, "Wait, it's too early-!"

But it seemed everything else was exactly the same as Terry's foresight had played out the episode. Mrs. Poggit appeared at the window and breathed her poisonous gas at him. Rory cried out in pain as the gas touched his arm… while Terry shrieked as the gas also hit her.

"ANGEL!" The Doctor bellowed while Amy screamed, "Rory!"

Rory collapsed backwards, stumbling until he hit the back wall where he collapsed while the Doctor grabbed a lamp and ran at the window. Shoving the lamp at Mrs. Poggit, the Doctor sent the old woman toppling off the roof. He didn't even turn to look at her fall to her death as he grasped Terry where she was crumpled near the window.

"Angel? Angel." The Doctor begged.

Terry gasped as she looked up at him with dim blue eyes. She could hear Amy and Rory faintly, the redhead pleading and Rory resigned as he died; but she couldn't tell if she was actually hearing them or if it was her foresight telling her what they were saying.

"Angel!" The Doctor cried and Terry forced herself to focus on his green eyes. They were the only things she could see as her vision tunneled and she had lost all feeling in her hands. As if they were no longer there.

"I love you. No matter what." Terry murmured with her last breath, trying to keep her eyes on him.

"Angel, no-"

And then her world fell into darkness.

Tardis

Terry's eyes fluttered open slowly. Every inch of her hurt and she was absolutely freezing. But her hearts were warm as she found herself looking right at the Doctor, who was just starting to wake up as well. His bright green eyes locked onto her as soon as he was awake and relief spread across his face like the dawn lighting up the sea.

"Angel." He mumbled even through his frozen lips as he tightened his arms a little around her.

"Doctor." Terry breathed.

"So."

They all looked up to see the Dream Lord staring down at them from the stairs above the console.

"You chose this world." The Dream Lord continued just as Amy and Rory also awoke in each other's embrace. The couple locked hands quickly, smiling lovingly at each other as they were reunited the same way the Doctor and Terry had been.

But Terry and the Doctor were focused on the Dream Lord as the bitter old man intoned dully, "Well done. You got it right. And with only seconds left. Fair's fair. Let's warm you up."

The Tardis lights brightened as the power was restored. Quickly, the Tarids flew away from the cold star. At the same time, the heating returned alongside the power and the combined effect quickly melted their frozen bodies. Terry lifted her head painfully as the ice in her veins seemed to thaw even as the Dream Lord continued.

"I hope you've enjoyed your little fictions. It all came out of your imagination, so I'll leave you to ponder on that. I have been defeated."

Terry rolled her eyes at the Dream Lord's theatrics even as she pushed herself painfully onto her knees.

"I shall withdraw. Farewell." The Dream Lord sent a last dark look at the Doctor before he disappeared.

The Doctor kept his eyes on where the Dream Lord had vanished as he also rose painfully to his feet alongside Terry. Amy and Rory also staggered upright, but while they stayed close as Amy recovered from the shock of losing Rory, the Doctor and Terry moved quickly to the console.

"So, I'm right." The Doctor guessed through their linked minds.

Terry nodded. "Let's blow this popsicle stand."

The Doctor grinned manically just as from behind them, Terry heard Rory stuttering in surprise as Amy abruptly hugged him tightly without a word.

"Oh. Oh, right. This is good. I am liking this. Was it something I said? Could you tell what it was so I can use it in emergencies, and maybe birthdays."

Terry grinned before she looked up as the Tardis boomed and started to wheeze in an unhealthy way. The Doctor continued to pull various levers with Terry assisting, when Amy called over in confusion, "What are we doing now?"

"Well, we're going to blow up the Tardis." The Doctor answered, indicating himself and Terry who pulled a lever clean out of the Tardis console, her wedding ring glittering oddly in the Tardis's red lights.

"What?!" Rory demanded, his earlier mushy feelings disappearing in an instant.

"Oh, come on, Rory! It was the very first lesson." Terry reminded the companions.

As Rory and Amy continued to look lost, the Doctor explained, "Notice how helpful the Dream Lord was? Okay, there was misinformation, red herrings, malice, and I could have done without the limerick. But he was always very keen to make us choose between dream and reality."

The Tardis was starting to glow red and shake violently at this point. Rory looked apprehensively at the lever Terry had just chucked carelessly over her shoulder; apparently, unlike some of the levers the Doctor often pulled, that one had been important.

Amy meanwhile demanded incredulously, "What are you two doing?"

"Don't tell me you're going deaf with old age, Amy, you're far too young." Terry quipped.

"Angel," Rory said desperately, trying to reason with the crazy Time Lords. "Doctor. The Dream Lord conceded. This isn't a dream."

"Yes, it is." The Doctor answered with a wide smirk and Amy urged her fiance, "Stop them."

"How? Angel literally ripped out a lever." Rory protested while the Doctor tugged another.

"Sweetie, that doesn't do anything." Terry pointed out and Amy threw up her hands.

"What is wrong with you two? We literally just avoided being frozen to death-"

"Star burning cold?" The Doctor scoffed. "Do me a favour. The Dream Lord has no power over the real world. He was offering us a choice between two dreams."

"How do you know that?" Amy demanded, clutching the Tardis and Rory fearfully as the Tardis wheezed and whistled like a kettle about to blow.

Terry and the Doctor smiled, but there was a tinge of darkness to the expression.

"Because we know who he is."

With that, the Doctor reached for the same lever as Terry. Together, they pulled. And the whole Tardis exploded in a loud bang.

Terry ruffled her hair as she walked out into the console room where the Doctor was already leaning against the Tardis and peering down at something in his hand.

"You're up." The Doctor greeted when he saw her and Terry nodded as she padded her way across to him in her pajamas.

"God, and I was actually able to stay in my bed for once, why'd it have to be ruined." She complained.

The Doctor chuckled at Terry's whining. "I suppose we'll just have to make it up."

He winked at her and she shoved him just as Amy and Rory appeared at the top of the stairs leading to their bedroom. Seeing their friends, the two Time Lords turned to face the couple.

"Any questions?" The Doctor called out to them as the couple slowly made their way down.

Rory scoffed in disbelief as though asking if the Doctor really had to ask. Amy however was focused on the Doctor's hand.

"Er, what's that?" She nodded at the small flowing dust particles in his palm.

"A speck of psychic pollen from the candle meadows of Karass don Slava." The Doctor explained, holding it up for the Ponds to get a better look. "Must have been hanging around for ages. Fell in the time rotor, heated up and induced a dream state for all of us."

The Doctor closed his hand and walked to the Tardis doors. Opening it, he raised his palm to his lips and gently blew the particles out into space. He shut the door carefully behind him before he returned to the console as Rory looked around.

"So that was the Dream Lord then? Those little specks." He asked curiously.

The Doctor looked at him in surprise while Terry shook her head.

"No, that was the Doctor and me."

Both Amy and Rory stared at her, not comprehending.

The Doctor chimed in helpfully, "Psychic pollen. It's a mind parasite. It feeds on everything dark in you, gives it a voice, turns it against you. I'm 907 and Terry's almost fifty. It had a lot to go on."

Amy shook her head, still confused. "But why didn't it feed on us, too?"

"Oh, please." Terry scoffed. "You and Rory are about as dark as pink ponies and rainbow flowers."

As Amy and Rory gaped at her, the Doctor explained, "The darkness in you two, it would've starved to death in an instant. I choose my friends with great care. Otherwise, I'm stuck with my own company, and you know how that works out."

He grinned but Rory frowned.

"But what about Terry?" He asked, glancing at the Time Lady. "I mean, no offense, but even if you're almost fifty, you seem about as harmless as a bunny rabbit."

Terry and the Doctor exchanged quick looks. His was guarded again, and Terry narrowed her eyes slightly even as she looked back at Rory.

"I still have almost fifty years of experience, not all pleasant." Terry replied vaguely.

"Besides, I'm pretty sure it was mostly fed by me." The Doctor added. Amy frowned.

"But those things he said about you. You don't think any of that's true?" She asked.

The Doctor deftly sidestepped that question as he suddenly announced, "Amy, right now a question is about to occur to Rory. And seeing as the answer is about to change his life, I think you should give him your full attention."

The Doctor pushed Amy at Rory, who caught his fiance even as he said in surprise, "Yeah. Actually, yeah."

"There it is." The Doctor grinned as he walked off closer to the console again while Amy turned to Rory expectantly.

"You can't avoid tough questions forever, Theta." Terry observed. The Doctor glanced at her, catching the real meaning behind her words.

"Don't, angel." He requested, his expression guarded again but unable to completely hide the pain.

Terry's lips curved down but in that brief pause, she heard Rory speaking.

"Because what I don't get is, you blew up the Tardis, that stopped that dream, but what stopped the Leadworth dream?"

"We crashed the camper van." Amy admitted awkwardly.

"Oh…" Rory paused. "Right… I don't remember that bit."

"No," Amy agreed. "You weren't there. You were already..."

She seemed reluctant to continue, but at Rory's confusion, Amy finally said, "Dead. You died in that dream. Mrs Poggit got you."

"Okay. But how did you know it was a dream?" Rory asked, still confused. "Before you crashed the van, how did you know you wouldn't just die?"

"I didn't." Amy admitted.

Terry could almost hear the penny drop in Rory's head.

"Oh." Rory breathed, his tone almost reverent, it was so filled with love.

The Doctor and Terry exchanged looks again, this time much softer as they put their stand-off on a brief hold and listened to their companions.

"Yeah." Amy murmured and Rory repeated in a brighter tone, "Oh."

"Yeah, oh." Amy agreed again before the couple kissed briefly before they returned to the Time Lords.

"So, well then, where now?" The Doctor asked lightly.

The couple grinned but Terry suddenly remembered something else that she'd forgotten with everything else that had been going on.

"Oh, wait." Terry looked at Amy. "I have a question - the Dream Lord was right about one thing. I met you recently on Starship UK and you didn't look particularly happy to see me."

Amy - who had looked questioning until then - blushed and looked down guiltily.

"I, um, was a little jealous." Amy confessed sheepishly.

Rory sputtered, but - more confident now that Amy had definitely chosen him - he remained otherwise quiet as Amy went on.

"I mean, the Doctor was my idol as a child. Then he finally comes back only to say you're his girlfriend. And then you both disappeared after the Atraxi left and I thought… well, I thought you'd stolen him away. And when he came back after two years without you at first, I, well, I kind of… blamed you."

Terry raised a brow, fighting a smile as Amy fidgeted and blurted on.

"Then you appeared, and you knew all this stuff and about the Star Whale, and I felt you were trying to make me look like an idiot or… kind of like you were stealing my time with the Doctor again. I tried to get over it after the Doctor explained about you, but then you left again in the Byzantium after promising me you would come back. It made me angry, and it was kind of part of the reason I er, kissed… um..."

Amy trailed off sheepishly. Terry waited with a raised brow, but as Amy continued to awkwardly let her sentence hang, she decided to give the poor girl some slack.

"It's okay, Amy." Terry chuckled and Amy was relieved to see the smile on the Time Lady. "Besides, I know where your heart really lies."

Terry looked at Rory, her gaze softening as she remembered seeing their wedding and River's birth. Her gaze dimmed as she then thought of their farewell, but Terry shook off her sorrow. There would be plenty of time for that later - for now, she intended to enjoy the time she had with her friends. As Amy's smile widened and Rory beamed, the Doctor grinned.

"So, well then, where now?" The Doctor repeated, smiling widely.

Rory grinned back cheerfully, glancing at Amy.

"I don't know. Anywhere's good for me." The companion declared happily. "I'm happy anywhere. It's up to Amy this time. Amy's choice."

The adorable couple smiled at each other and Terry suggested with a grin, "So… Upper Leadworth?"

The group all laughed and Amy shook her head. Reaching for the button, she pressed it confidently.

"I think I know a better place." She grinned and Terry looked at her blandly.

"You just expelled an entire tub of ketchup into the pool."

Rory started laughing while Amy slowly removed her hand from the Tardis console.

"Maybe I'll let you two drive." The redhead said and the Doctor chuckled. He gestured for Terry to lead and she smiled.

Leaning around the console, Terry pulled a lever while the Doctor declared, "Geronimo!"

As they took off, however, her eyes met with the Doctor's. And that sorrow returned to his impossibly old green eyes as Terry vowed in his mind, "I won't stop searching, Theta. Not until I've found my answers about her."