Thank you all for being patient. It's been a ridiculously crazy past couple of months for me but I apologize for not writing. I'll do my best to update as often as I can from now on. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy it!

The man hadn't slept in days. He felt like he was about to collapse any second. But he willed himself to stay awake. He couldn't allow himself to be off guard for even a minute. It was too dangerous. He had to be read to move at a second's notice. If the Nightmare Child found them, no, when the Nightmare Child found them he would need to be ready to run. But he was tired. So tired. If he had his TARDIS he could take a nap then. She would wake him if there was danger nearby. But since he had no idea where she was, he couldn't. He wouldn't. Maybe after he showed Evelyn the rest then she could take watch for a bit. But first he had to convince her to stay. She would want to run back home after he showed her what was left. This was understandable of course, but under no circumstances could they go back to London. It would know as soon as they crossed the Atlantic where they were and then they would be done for. The universe would be done for. No, going back would be the last thing they wanted to do.

He began to list off the assets they had, or the lack there-of. No TARDIS, none of his friends that could help him. Rose would know what to do right now. He missed her so much. He was happy for her. She had her family, her life, and even him. Knowing that gave him closure…. Almost. He still missed her at times. Sometimes it was just a passing pang like when one hasn't seen a friend in a long time. Other times the pain of losing her was unbearable. Sometimes he couldn't take it anymore. Not just Rose but everything. He missed Koshei. He missed his family. He missed his home. He missed Donna. He missed his friends. There were times, although few, where he missed Jack. No matter how wrong he was, Jack was his friend too. Sometimes he came close to hiding the TARDIS and erasing himself from the universe. But he loved his friends too much to do so. They needed him even if they couldn't see him.

This line of thought was getting dangerous for him and he broke off and focused on other things. He began trying to make a plan to get out of here. They had to find the TARDIS. That was priority. Well, after Evelyn was in better shape that is. There was nothing they could do without the TARDIS. He had some theories as to just how The Nightmare Child escaped the time-lock but he couldn't know for sure. But the fact that it had at all scared him. What if the rest of the war could get out? Parts of it had already. The Cult of Skaro. Dalek Caan. Out, then in again, and then back out. There was also another mystery that needed answering. And soon for it may hold some answers about The Nightmare Child. Davros. Rassilon and the High Council. Were the boundaries of the time-lock breaking down? Was that even possible with the one sealing off the time-war? Smaller ones could simply be turned on and off as defense mechanisms when necessary, but the one across the time-war was different. It had been made to never close. Not even intentionally. Just as a by-product of the war. So much time had been distorted it just seemed to correct itself. Unless…. No it was an idea too preposterous to even entertain.

He looked over back at Evelyn. Asleep. Still. Her chest rose and fell steadily with every breath. For the first bit of her sleep she tossed and turned violently. Eventually he couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't just sit and listen to her be tortured in her sleep. He went over to her and promptly replaced her dreams of the terrible things he had shown her and replaced it with a happy family and life. She shouldn't be as entrapped in her dreams as she is in reality. She had slept for the last sixteen hours peacefully. He needed her to wake up. He couldn't go on like this for much longer. He needed her to keep watch so he could sleep. But he didn't dare wake her. It wasn't fair to her. She had her life turned upside-down and deserved all the rest and peace she could get. For once she awoke there would be none. So he let her rest. He would let her wake-up on her own. Until then, he needed to keep himself awake.

For the next three-and-a-half hours he exercised, played games by-himself, and worked on some of the theories he had been running through. He managed to keep himself up, but was no closer to an answer than he was since all this started.

Just as he was about to start another game of mental chess by himself he heard Evelyn groan. He turned to see her beginning to sit up. Immediately he grabbed the glass he had given her earlier and went to the sink to fill. He was half afraid every time he turned on the faucet that it would explode. Or that the glass would spontaneously shatter. By the state of the apartment he considered it as a legitimate possibility. But the faucet sputtered out clean, cool water and the glass held. One he had filled it he made his way quickly over to Evelyn. He offered her the glass and she took it and proceeded to drain it. Three more times he went to the sink to get her another glass of water. Three more times clean water sputtered out. Three more times the glass held. Three more times she took it from him. Three times she drained it. Albeit a little slower each time. As he took the glass from her for the fourth time headed to fill it again she said, "Thank you. I think I've had enough for now."

He put the glass on the small table he had been at for the majority of their stay in the run-down apartment keeping watch. After he had set it down he went back to the young girl that was so far from home and so lost in her mind. Poor girl. He kneeled down next to her. She had her head in her hands as if she was trying to solve the mystery of the universe. She looked up as he kneeled down next to her.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

"Better. Much better thank you."

He paused. Hesitant to give her the rest. Could she handle it? What if she can't take it and her mind becomes lost forever? Did he have the power to make that choice for her?

"What's wrong?" Her words pulled him from his thoughts. By the look of her face his concerns were showing.

"Nothing. Are you ready for the last bit?" He asked hoping he didn't have the edge of worry in his voice that he felt. He didn't want to worry her any more.

"I-I'm not sure. It's been so much to take in I just…" Her voice trailed off looking for the words to finish her thought. But there were none. At least, not in any human language. She stopped and took in a deep breath. She felt the air fill her lungs and then rush out again. Taking with it any remaining used air. It was as if her entire system was being cleared. "Yes. OK. I think…. Yea ok. I'm ready."

The man hesitated at first. Was it his choice to risk her life? Who died and made him the presiding judge over such things. Gallifrey. Gallifrey and billions more. The thought struck him with such power it shook him down to his core. He owed everyone that had been killed, no. Everyone that he had killed. He owed them the universe. He had to continue doing what needed to be done for the greater good so that their deaths were not in vain. Even if that meant putting others' lives at risk. Even if it meant putting Evelyn's life at risk. He reached forward and cupped her head in-between his hands. Looked deeply into her eyes, then pushed his brow against hers. And he allowed his memories to flow into hers…