Amanda bolted up and quickly looked around the room, breathing heavily as she tried to differentiate her dream and her surroundings though it seemed as though she could still hear the screams. The Doctor and Martha woke up, startled by the girl yet quickly stood when they heard the scream. The Doctor and Martha rushed out of the room. Amanda jumped off the bed and left the room, where she met the Doctor and Martha in Shakespeare's room. The Doctor and Martha shot her a questioning look, both seeming to notice her shaken expression, before looking over at Shakespeare.
"What? What was that?" Shakespeare asked, waking up from his slumber. Martha rushed over to the window. Amanda rushed over the fallen woman and let the tears go, Dolly was the same height and build as the woman in her dream. She couldn't help but to quietly shed tears as the Doctor joined her and checked Dolly over.
"Her heart gave out. She died of fright." The Doctor informed them before turning over to check Amanda over.
"Are you alright?" he whispered to her. Amanda tried to stop her tears, but she couldn't. The Doctor tried to place a hand on her shoulder, but Amora flinched harshly at the sudden movement from him. She quickly stood up and stood near the door, facing away from the others, and wiping her tears; waiting to calm down.
"Doctor?" Martha called out to him, yet the Doctor continued to stare at the brunette; not knowing what to do or what happened to make her act this way. She was not this upset when Lynley suddenly died yet now, she couldn't help but seem more affected by the woman's death.
"What did you see?" The Doctor asked Martha, making note to ask Amanda later about her behavior.
"A witch." Martha replied to him, causing them all to look at her.
Amanda decided to move over to Martha, needing to be close to someone she knew; someone who knew her. Nothing was making sense to her, and she needed a distraction from her dream. She was very curious and quite honestly afraid of her dreams, dreading what they might signified. Though, maybe it wasn't her memories, it was actually impossible for it to be hers. She is human, has always been human, will always be human. The Judoon had her scanned, which meant it had to be something else. She suspiciously looked at the ring before turning her attention to Shakespeare, who was mourning the loss of Dolly.
"Oh, sweet Dolly Bailey. She sat out three bouts of the plague in this place when we all ran like rats. But what could have scared her so? She had such enormous spirit." Shakespeare lamented, mourning the death of his friend.
"Rage, rage against the dying of the light." The Doctor responded. Amanda recognized it as a quote from the Welsh poet Dylan Thomas.
Shakespeare nodded at his words, liking it. "I might use that." He told the Doctor.
"You can't. It's someone else's." Amanda muttered as she grabbed a blanket from a chair nearby and used it to drape over the body.
"But the thing is, Lynley drowned on dry land, Dolly died of fright, and they were both connected to you." Martha said to Shakespeare, who frowned at her words.
"You're accusing me?" He questioned her in disbelief.
"No, but I saw a witch, big as you like, flying, cackling away, and you've written about witches." Martha tried to explain.
"I have? When was that?" He asked her, trying to think back on his work.
Amanda winced and leaned over to Martha. "Not, not quite yet." Amanda whispered to her.
"Peter Streete spoke of witches." He informed them after deciding to forget about what Martha said.
"Who's Peter Streete?" Martha asked him.
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His Siren, Her Doctor: Am I Still Yours?
FanfictionBook Two Amanda Reed was found knocked out near some flats and was rushed to the hospital. When she woke up, the only thing she could remember was her name. She waited patiently for someone to announce her missing or to recognize her, but no one did...
