The nightmares that follow us waking.

[hiseromenos]

I awoke drenched in sweat, from a dream of my father. Blood was pouring from the cavity where his nose had been and he was shouting to me; it was the same dream that had haunted my sleep for years after. The last moments of my mother and the screams of my sisters chilled me even now, and I gave up on the idea of sleeping any further that night and

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[sortofaman]

The Doctor had HEARD about the weird things going on--how could you not?--but after his delightful Dalek experience a few years back, he had kept himself, Chase, and Nate inside all day.

But then they'd been out of coffee, which was a disaster.

He just hadn't anticipated getting lost on the way home, then running into a bunch of ancient warriors in the fog while wearing a dressing gown and sandals. They appeared to be attacking a feminine young man, vaguely familiar in appearance...oh, fuck it, and him without his sword. The Doctor kicked the knees out from one of the soldiers, trying to disarm him and get a better sense of the situation.

Chase was going to kill him. Dead.

[hiseromenos]

I saw another form then, through the mist, but then I had to jump back as one of the runners toppled and nearly fell on me. The man in the dressing gown was no Persian, though he had the carriage of one, and it heartened me that perhaps I was still at least only dreaming.

And then--"Behind you!" I screeched, for one of the riders had swung round his steed.

[sortofaman]

And they were on horses, too. Fabulous, he was going to get trod into the ground...

The Doctor pulled the sword from the soldier's hand, kneeing him in the jaw as he tried to get up, and backed up towards the boy--who spoke English, apparently, unless he was able to automatically translate without realizing it again...it had been a long time.

"What's going on?" he yelled, swiping the sword at the oncoming horse.

[hiseromenos]

"My father--betrayed--" It was not the full answer, but it was more words than I had been capable of a moment ago. Perhaps it was because of the strangeness, the idea that I was dreaming, that I could answer, though the panic still tried to take hold of my heart.