A sound of scuffling came from the bedroom as I raced from the kitchen. I could see Jenny and Shoes disappear into the room, and the startled shout that came from Jenny. I came in right behind them. The room was empty.
"What's wrong?" I asked the group behind me. They stared at something past my head, and I noticed the Doctor held my Gallifreyan robes in his hands.
"Behind you," Jenny whispered. I looked, but nothing was there.
"There's nothing there," I insisted.
"That's because you don't remember them," the Doctor said. "They're called the Silence."
"Look at your arms," Shoes said. I glanced down to find my arms covered in black tally marks. I held my eyeliner in my hand, even though I don't remember picking it up. "We told you to draw them when you saw them. You even have some on your face. We need to get out of here, Jenny." She gave a nod, and the pair ran away, Clara right behind them.
"Come on!" the Doctor said. I quickly joined them, keeping a tight grip on my eyeliner. As I ran, I looked at the Doctor and Shoes's face, and it struck me. They were from my dream. The Doctor. They both were. Oh my god. Oh my god. They were here. I was so distracted as we ran through the cemetery next to our apartment, that I didn't realize I could feel something behind me for a moment. Before I could turn to see who it was, something cold and hard gripped my wrist. I twisted to find myself looking into the eyes of a snarling angel statue. I'm completely new to this stuff, so I let out a piercing scream. The rest of the group turned quickly.
"Dawn, don't blink," Shoes said. "Whatever you do, don't blink. Keep your eyes fixed on it, alright?"
"Dad, what do we do?" Jenny asked. My eyes widened at that, and I turned to look at her.
"Don't!" Shoes shouted, and I felt a hand grab my throat. I quickly turned, wincing when the rough stone rubbed my skin.
"Doctor, what do we do?" Clara asked.
"Dawn, the Silence are getting closer, you have more tally marks," the Doctor.
"What do I do?!" I panicked yelling, but not taking my eyes off of the statue. It's snarling face scared me, and the wet eyeliner constantly drying on my face told me that the Silence were getting closer.
"I," the Doctor whispered.
"I am sorry," Shoes said. "I am so sorry."
"There's nothing you can do?" I asked, my voice cracking. A tear escaped my eye, and raced down my face as I struggled not to blink.
"We can't do anything," the Doctor said. "If the Silence and the Angels are working together, there's no way you get out of this alive. They want you dead for some reason. But why?"
"I don't know," I whispered. I could feel the mournful silence as they watched me. I always hated silence. It drove me mad.
"No," Jenny shouted. "There has to be something we can do. She's my best friend, I can't let her die! And neither can you. You have to do something."
"There's nothing I can do," the Doctor said. "Sacrifices are made. I try to convince myself, but at the end of the day, I can't save everyone. So I move on. It has to be done."
"Listen to yourself," I laughed, more tears racing down. "You don't sound like a doctor. You sound like a warrior." I turned my face to look at him. "The Time Warrior." His face went from grief to shock as I screamed in pain. Instead of snapping my neck, the angel made it more painful by driving it's hand into my chest. It gripped my heart and squashed it. Well, only one of my hearts. Obviously no longer able to stand on my feet, I collapsed, and they raced to my side.
"Stand back," I said through my pain. They looked at me, confused. "They robes." I told the Doctor. Realization struck him, and he pulled them back.
"What's going on?" Jenny asked.
"Dawn isn't what she seems to be," the Doctor said slowly. As they spoke, I could feel the energy awakening in me. It got stronger and stronger, and let me tell you, it hurt. Oh, it hurt like hell. I watch my hands dissipate, the golden glow of regeneration replace them with new hands. The sound of their confused chit chat dulled as it increased until I was blind to the world. And then, with one last blow, it stopped. I gasped for breath, and looked down at my body.
"How do I look?" I asked the shell shock group standing by me.