Power of Words

Chapter 14: Swans and Demon Hunters

     I was surprised that I actually woke up. That was my first thought. My second thought was not knowing what was really going on. I rolled over to see a picture of Sherlock and Watson running towards me. I glanced to the right of that and saw 11 Doctors' faces in a circle around the TARDIS. Posters. My room.

       I got out of bed and listened to the voices in the next room. They sounded familiar. I staggered out into the hallway and walked into my living room using the wall as support.

      Familiar voices to go with familiar faces. The writers from the cafe were in a group in my living room. In front of the small mob were Shim, Jesse, Aura, Campbell and the Doctor. The group slowly turned away, looking disappointed. A few gave me looks of disappointment and pity before they all filed out the front door. I was speechless... but only for a moment.

       "You told them, didn't you?" I accused them.

       "What else could we do? They can't be of any help! They'd just end up going crazy. You know that!" Jesse exclaimed.

     "Oh, I do know that, goat boy." I was annoyed. "I'm the one person in the room that's going crazy." I stared at Campbell, then at the Doctor. "You made me drink something... in the TARDIS. What was it?"

      The Doctor looked at me, confused. "I didn't make you drink anything, Hana."

      "Yes you did." I insisted, "Some kind of fluid from a bee. Tasted like a smoothie."

     "No. I didn't" he argued.

     "You were the one who made me trust him! Tell him what he did." I said to Campbell.

     "I cannae tell 'im what I do nae know." Campbell said.

      "It wasn't you, then? None of it was you?" I sat down heavily on the couch. The two characters shook their heads.

     I put my head in my hands and groaned. A hand rested itself on my shoulder.

      "It'll be alright." Shim said, her voice sounding like it were underwater. Great. More effects from the Faerie Council!

     "What did I drink," I demanded of the Doctor.

     "The fluid of a Yzanian arachnid bee." the Doctor answered, seeming reluctant to tell me. He was underwater too.

       "And what does that do?"

       "I don't know." he lied.

        "Tell me the truth. What does it do?" I sounded like Professor Quirell from Harry Potter.

      "It will speed up the effects that the Council had on you." he murmured.

      "So you're saying that I don't have much time left."

      "Eight hours... at most. I'd say that you probably have more like 5, based on what happened."

      "Based on what happened?" I repeated.

      "The amount of time that you were gone." the Doctor explained.

      "Five hours until I go crazy. You're sure that there's nothing I can do to... stop it? To slow it down?" I was panicking. From the way things were happening, I didn't want to go crazy. From what I had already experienced and what I had heard, I really didn't want to find out what 'being crazy' was like. If all this was just leading up to it, smaller parts of a bigger picture, I didn't want to see that bigger picture. I didn't like the puzzle that was coming together; I'd much rather put it back in it's box.