Zoe dreamed of them, the Doctor and Jamie. The funny little man and the boy in the kilt. The dreams always left her with a feeling of melancholy when she woke up. They were strange dreams about times and places she'd never imagined. Some dreams were terrifying, waking her in a cold sweat. After those she would stay up for the rest of the night working on something that required her full attention so she wouldn't have to think about them. Luckily those dreams were few and far between. One time she woke up crying from the beauty of a strange planet all three of them had been on.
They were strange dreams, wonderful dreams, dreams that she never told anyone about. She'd tried to once and had barely begun talking when her friend had started teasing her. After that she'd never mentioned them. How could she tell them that when she woke up from the dreams she felt more like herself then she had the night before? How could she tell anyone that they felt more like memories than dreams? They were dreams so vivid they left her listening, always listening, for the distant roar of the engines from a strange blue box.