So first off, to those of you that might be mad that I'm posting an entirely new fic when you are waiting for a chapter of Finding Neverland, don't worry. I'm in the process of entirely revamping the next chapter. I had it all written out and ready to post but I just wasn't happy with it and ending up starting from scratch again.

This fic is brought to you by my motivation to see the Doctor be a parent. There seems to be a lack of fics like this in the community.

General disclaimer. All recognizable Doctor Who characters do not belong to me.

Hope you enjoy!

~RainingCoffee

On the day it happened, I had just been minding my own business. The temperature was a brisk 60 degrees f and would probably be one of the last nice days of the year. So, to take advantage of that, I had decided to take my dog for a walk.

Which was exactly what had happened, until I suddenly stepped onto a patch of grass that my foot went straight through. My foot, followed by the rest of my body as my momentum carried me forward. The world spins, then rights itself, and I go crashing straight into hard grating.

Groaning in pain, I cradle my wrist to my chest.

"Oi!" A male voice calls out.

I look up to find a middle aged man frowning down at me. "Sorry sir." I say to him, throat thick with pain. "I was just walking my dog and-" The rest of my sentence is forgotten as I get a look at where I was now.

It definitely wasn't the park I had been walking through earlier. This looked more like a set for a tv show. A very familiar tv show. I look back at the man in front of me. Honestly, I had no idea how I hadn't recognized him in the first place.

"How'd you get in here?" Chris, because it was Christopher Eccleston in front of me, demands.

I frown up at him. "I don't understand what you mean."

His eyes narrow. "How'd you get into my Tardis?"

It clicks and I relax. "Oh this is a hallucination right? That would make sense."

Chris kneels down next to me. "Hallucination?"

"What else could this be?" I ask him.

Chris takes out the sonic screwdriver, pressing the button on the side and running it over me. He frowns down at the readings, face becoming angry. Smacking his screwdriver, he scans me again.

I tilt my head to the side in confusion. This was a very strange hallucination, not that I could ever remember having had one in the past to compare this to. "What are you doing?"

Ignoring my question, Chris looks up at me with blazing eyes. "What are you?" He demands.

"Huh?" I ask, confused.

"Is this a trick? A trap for the last time lord? I'm not buying it. Everyone is gone. I'm the last!" He yells at me.

I lean away from him in apprehension. "I don't know what you're talking about!"

Chris reaches forward and grabs my wrists, either not hearing or ignoring my cry of pain as he does so. "It won't work."

"You're hurting me!" I never thought hallucinations could get violent. My wrist burns as the bones shift together. Stop, please!

Chris's eyes widen. The look on his face shifts from anger to disbelief. From disbelief to realization. He releases my wrists immediately.

Scrambling to my feet, I put some distance between us. He raises his hands in the universal 'I won't hurt you' signal but I keep an eye on him, ready to move at the first sign of movement in my direction.

Chris stands up and I take a step back in response. He pauses, running a hand over his face and sighing deeply.

"Oh stupid me." Chris mutters to himself. "Stupid, old Doctor."

"I have no idea what you're playing at." I tell him, my voice rising the longer I talk. "Or how you got this set, but this is sick. I'm not okay with this."

Chris looks confused. "What are you talking about?"

I clench my left hand, the one that isn't hurt, into a fist. "I'm talking about all of this. You! You're Christopher Eccleston. And this is the set of Doctor Who."

"Doctor who?" His asks, voice going high pitched in confusion.

"Don't act all surprised. You're the one who plays the main character on the show. I'm not falling for it." I tell him, unimpressed.

I take another step backwards. If I remember correctly, between the show and the brief glimpse of the room I got earlier, the door should only be a few feet behind me now. Spinning around, I sprint towards the door and open it, ignoring Chris's warning shout. I notice the fact that there isn't anything to step on around the same time that arms come around my waist and yank me back inside before I fall. Which I'm fairly grateful for because the only thing outside of the door is space.

The momentum is a bit too much and we both end of hitting the ground hard. A bitten off whimper falls from my lips as my hand gets jostled.

The man behind me, who I'm starting to think isn't actually Christopher Eccleston after all, mutters a curse and shifts. "It's not every day one tries to pitch themselves into space." He muses.

"It's real." I murmur. "But how can this be real?"

The Doctor, for how can it be anyone other than the Doctor at this point, hums. He pinches me on the elbow, ignoring my answering hiss. "Feels pretty real to me."

I sit up, turning towards him. "You're the Doctor."

He smiles, though the wariness in his eyes tell me that he isn't entirely comfortable with what I just said. "Yep, that's me!"

"But that's not possible." I tell him. I'm fairly certain I'm not hallucinating at this point. I've never hallucinated in the past and this is far beyond anything I could come up with on my own.

"And why's that?" He asks me

"This is all a tv show." I tell him. "The Doctor and his Tardis, next stop everywhere." A sharp bolt of pain arcs through my head. I bite my cheek harshly, tasting blood. Stupid migraines, I don't have time for them right now.

The Doctor raises an eyebrow. "Think I'd know if I was in a tv show."

"Fair enough." I nod. "I mean it's not as though you've been wrong about anything in the past." Note the sarcasm. He levels an unimpressed look in my direction. I sigh. "Sorry, that was rude."

"How about a name first, before we debate whether or not I'm in a tv show." The Doctor asks me.

"Willa." I tell him.

He smiles at me, holding a hand out for me to shake. "I'm the Doctor, but you seem to know that already."

I awkwardly take his hand with my left hand. The moment our hands touch it feels as though my whole chest vibrates. I pull back in alarm. The look on the Doctor's face is unsurprised.

Rubbing at my chest, I send him another suspicious look. "That didn't happen when we touched earlier."

"No." He agreed. "I wasn't trying to connect earlier." The Doctor taps me on the nose, hand moving faster than I can flinch back from. He stands up, offering me a hand to help me up.

"I..don't understand." I admit to him, hesitantly taking his hand. My chest doesn't vibrate this time so that's something.

"I know, Willa." The Doctor tells me. His attention turns to my hand. "Let's get this fixed up." The Doctor places a soft hand on my arm, leading me down a corridor. After several turns down a hallway I got lost in the moment we stepped into, we enter a room that looks like a doctor's office. It has a couple raised tables, and cabinets full of what looks to be medicine.

"Sit down." The Doctor directs me.

I go over to one of the tables and climb my way up. It's harder than it should be with one hand. The Doctor putters around in one of the cabinets on the side wall. He comes back with an armful of things, dumping them on the bed next to me.

The Doctor manipulates my hand so it's pointed mostly straight, scanning it with some sort of hand held machine. I grit my teeth against the pain. "This's a scanner." The Doctor tells me. The machine beeps, and he reads the information display. "Yep, broken."

I restrain the urge to roll my eyes. The angle that it was at made it very clear that it was broken.

"This'll hurt." The Doctor warns me. He restraightens my hand, quickly placing a thin transparent fingerless glove on it. It goes down my forearm a couple of inches. Once in place, the glove instantly hardens, creating a brace to keep it still while it heals.

I marvel at the technology. The Doctor turns away, then back, offering me two pills. "One for pain, the other to encourage healing."

Taking the pills out of his hand, I bite my lip. "None of them have aspirin in them right? I'm kinda allergic to it."

The Doctor shakes his head. "Nah, no aspirin here." He offers me a glass of water.

I murmur my thanks, taking the glass of water and using it to wash down the pills.

"So how old are you Willa?" The Doctor asks, pulling a chair over and sitting down next to the table.

"Seventeen." I tell him, hugging my knees.

"American, seventeen." He muses. "Oh! You'd be going to university next right?"

I shake my head, resting it on my knees afterwards. "No. I got the equivalent of my GED when I was fifteen. Went to university after that. I'm slated to get my double bachelors this fall."

The Doctor smiles, leaning forward. "What degrees?"

I've had this conversation with countless people, many of whom weren't actually interested in it. But the Doctor seems genuinely interested in my response. "Anthropology and History." I blink slowly, repressing a yawn.

He notices anyways. "Well then. How about we find you a room."

My mouth drops open. "Wait. Here?"

"Did you think I was going to drop you off in London and call it a day?" The Doctor frowns at me.

"Well, I was kinda hoping you were going to shoot for somewhere closer to home for me." I admit

The Doctor's face falls. He gets up from the chair and jumps up on the table next to me. "I think you know already." He starts, voice soft.

I close my eyes, nestling my head further into the cover my legs provide. "This could still be a hallucination." I mumble, even though I don't believe it myself at this point.

He hums. "Suppose that's true, but that leads me to my next question. Do you really believe this is a hallucination?"

"No." I whisper. "Everything has felt..different since I first got here. Like the world was always tipped one degree to the left, but because I was used to it I never noticed it until I went somewhere that wasn't tipped like that." My nose wrinkles. "Actually it's nothing like that. I don't even know."

The Doctor's hand come down on the top of my head, ruffling my hair. I sigh and lean against his shoulder. His fingers comb through my hair, the repetitive motion relaxing me either further. It must have lulled me to sleep, because the next thing I'm aware of is being woke up by Rose Tyler. Shouting.

"-r child?" Rose demands.

Shifting minutely, I become aware of the Doctor's hand resting along my forehead next to my hairline.

"Rose." The Doctor's voice is low. I don't even have to open my eyes to know that he isn't pleased at the moment. It's coming off of him in waves.

Rose huffs, still upset. "No. This is the kind of thing you tell a person." She hesitates. "I thought you said you were the last?"

Wait. What are they talking about?

The Doctor shifts, hand stroking along my hairline. "I thought I was too."

I pry my eyes open, bringing my hand up to wipe at the sleep that's built up in the corner of them. The Doctor makes a noise, a cross between a chirp and a shush, and gently grabs my forearm, halting its progress. Not entirely awake yet, I hum at him in confusion. He moves my hand into my view of vision. Ohh, right. Bad hand. That would have hurt.

Rose clears her throat, startling me. I had forgotten she was there. I'm not normally this unaware of my surroundings. Whatever that was in the pills the Doctor gave me earlier must have been strong.

I use my left hand to push myself back into a sitting position. It seems that I had slid down from the Doctor's shoulder to his lap in my sleep. How embarrassing.

"Hello Rose." I say to her, waving a little weakly. The look on her face is familiar to me, and I remember how protective she can be of the Doctor's time when it comes to other people. My attention is drawn to her outfit. There's only one episode that I can remember her wearing those black tights and short denim skirt paired with that scarf like she is today. Looking up at the Doctor, I smile. "Jack's here too."

He arches an eyebrow at me. I knew he hadn't fully believed me about the fact that this was a tv show, and I seem to have thrown him with the fact I knew who his companions are. My attention wanders to the flashing medical equipment on the other side of the room.

Tugging on the Doctor's jacket to get his attention, I mumble. "What have you given me?" It's hard to talk. My lips feel thick and heavy. I want nothing more than to go back to sleep.

He places a hand on my back, steadying me as I sway back and forth. I hadn't even realized I had been moving around. "General pain killer. I paired it with a pill that accelerates healing. It's taxing on the body, why you want to sleep."

"Sleep." I murmur, almost falling forward off the hospital bed. The Doctor oophs, lunging forward to catch me.

"Alright, bed time for you." He tells me. His tone cools as he turns to Rose. "I'll speak to you about this later."

The Doctor leans down, sweeping my legs up and swinging me into his arms. I hum in response. The next thing I'm aware of is being placed gently on a bed.

I groan. The Doctor soothes my hair back from my face. His mouth opens and the most beautiful sounding language that I've ever heard comes forth. I can't grasp words per se, but I'm able to understand the broad overview of what he's trying to tell me. Safety. Sleep.

My breathing evens out, and I fall into what might be the most restful sleep of my life.

Hours later, far past what I would have normally slept, I'm awoken by the violent shaking of the Tardis. I have just enough time to register the fact that I'm in a bed before the shaking grows violent enough to throw me out of it.

The Tardis groans around me. Cursing, and cradling my hand, I stumble my way to my feet. Taking off in one direction, I hope I'm going in the right direction. If Rose's outfit earlier was an accurate indication, then I knew exactly what was happening.

Either I had chosen properly, or the Tardis had helped me out even while she was in pain, but I make it to the console room in less than a minute.

Jack is there, frantically trying to unhook the extrapolator from the Tardis. "It won't work!" I yell over to him.

Jack looks up, startled. "What do you mean it won't work?"

I do my best to get to where he is. The extrapolator sparks causing the both of us to curse. "Disconnecting the extrapolator! It did what it was programmed to do, now that it's got ahold of the power source it won't matter that you disconnect them. It'll just keep feeding off of it!"

The Tardis doors open, the Doctor and Blon, whatever her name is, run inside.

"What the hell are you doing?" The Doctor demands.

"It just went crazy!" Jack responds.

The Doctor runs up to the console, frantically pushing buttons. "It's the rift. Time and space are ripping apart. The whole city's going to disappear!"

I take a step back to allow them more room at the console, I was more of a hinderance than a help where I had just been.

Jack shakes his head. "It's the extrapolator. I've disconnected it but it's still feeding off the engine! It's using the Tardis. I can't stop it!"

"Never mind Cardiff, it's going to rip open the planet." The Doctor mutters.

Rose runs in through the open doors. "What is it? What's happening?"

"Oh, just little old me." Blon says. I expect her to grab Rose like I saw happen in the show, but instead Blon grabs me around the neck instead. The grip forces me up onto my tip toes. "One wrong move and she snaps like a promise."

The Doctor comes out from behind the console. His face is frightening in its intensity. "I might've known."

"I've had you bleating all night, poor baby, now shut it." Blon tells the Doctor as she forces us to take a few steps closer to the console. She jerks her head in Jack's direction. "You, fly boy, put the extrapolator at my feet."

Nobody moves. Blon tightens her grip around my neck causing me to let out a noise of discomfort.

Jack looks over at the Doctor and the Doctor nods. Jack picks up the extrapolator and gently places it at her feet. "Thank you." Blon tells him with a saccharine smile.

"I thought you needed to blow up the nuclear power station." Rose speaks from behind us.

"Failing that, if I were to be arrested." Blon starts, grabbing my hair with her other hand and rubbing our faces together. I shiver in disgust and the Doctor takes a step forward. "then anyone capable of tracking me down would have considerable technology of their own. Therefore, they would be captivated by the extrapolator. Especially a magpie mind like yours, Doctor. So the extrapolator was programmed to go to plan B. To lock onto the nearest alien power source and open the rift. And what a power source it found. I'm back on schedule, thanks to you."

"The rift's going to convulse. You'll destroy the whole planet." Jack accuses her.

"And you with it!" Blon exclaims, stepping up onto the extrapolator. "While I ride this board over the crest of the inferno all the way to freedom. Stand back, boys. Surf's up."

The Tardis groans again. The console right in front of Blon opening up and bathing us in light. I immediately look away. I know what happens to Blon and I have no desire for anything like that to happen to me too.

The Doctor speaks. His voice is hypnotic. "Of course, opening the rift means you'll pull this ship apart."

Blon scoffs. "So sue me."

"It's not just any old power source. It's the Tardis. My Tardis. The best ship in the universe." He continues.

"It'll make wonderful scrap." Blon responds.

"What's that light?" Rose asks.

I can almost imagine the expression on the Doctor's face. His voice remains calm, but his eyes would be burning. "The heart of the Tardis. This ship's alive. You've opened its soul."

Blon's voice becomes dreamy. "It's so bright."

"Look at it, Margaret." The Doctor urges her.

"Beautiful." She whispers.

"Look inside, Blon Fel Fotch. Look at the light." The Doctor continues, voice deceptively soft.

The hold Blon has around my throat loosens. I jerk myself away, backing out of reaching distance. Massaging my throat, I close my eyes. I hear Blon thank the Doctor, then the sound of her bodysuit hitting the floor.

"Don't look. Stay there. Close your eyes!" The Doctor warns us. There is the sound of buttons being pressed and levers being pulled. The sound of the Tardis dims. It's still there, just farther away. "Now, Jack, come on, shut it all down. Shut down! Rose, that panel over there, turn all the switches to the right"

The shaking, which I had become used to at this point, stops.

I open my eyes just in time to see the Doctor smile at everyone. "Nicely done. Thank you all."

"What happened to Margaret?" Rose asks.

Jack shrugs. "Must've got burnt up. Carried out her own death sentence."

The Doctor shakes his head. "No, I don't think she's dead."

Rose gives him a weird look. "Then where'd she go?"

"She looked into the heart of the Tardis. Even I don't know how strong that is." The Doctor looks at Rose. "And the ship's telepathic, like I told you, Rose. Gets inside your head. Translates alien languages. Maybe the raw energy can translate all sorts of thoughts."

I walk over, kneeling next to the bodysuit. Reaching in, I pull out a large green egg with what looks to be dreadlocks on the top.

The Doctor walks over and puts a hand on my shoulder. "There she is."

Rose sounds shocked. "She's an egg?"

I look up at her. "Regressed to her childhood."

"She's an egg?" Jack asks.

"She can start again. Live her life from scratch. If we take her home, give her to a different family, tell them to bring her up properly, she might be all right!" The Doctor sounds hopeful.

Jack looks over at him skeptically. "Or she might be worse."

The Doctor looks back over at him. "That's her choice."

A sharp spike of pain travels through my head. My voice is still thick with it as I groan. "Can we not do the egg bit again please."

"Oh, my God. Mickey." Rose realizes, rushing back out of the Tardis.

The Doctor kneels beside me. He reaches out, both of his hands cradling my head. "What's wrong?"

I lean into the comfort his hands are offering. "Hurts."

He leans in, tilting my head up and looking into my eyes. It feels as though he's peering inside of me. The Doctor hums and the pain in my head recedes a small bit. "Just a bit of overload. Nothing a good nap won't cure."

I grimace. "I just woke up from getting more sleep than I normally get in two days and you're telling me I need more?"

The Doctor laughs at me. "Yep!"

"Doctor, I'm not really tired." If I go back to my room I'm probably going to end up staring at ceiling.

He pulls back, sitting on his heels, contemplating me.

I offer a compromise. "How about food? And then if I feel tired after I'll go lay down."

The Doctor tilts his head to the side. "Fair enough." He gestures for me to get up. "Head down the corridor, go past the helter skelter, 2nd left, 5th right and you'll hit the kitchen."

I nod, getting to my feet and heading down the corridor. The Doctor isn't quite as subtle as he thinks he is. I know when an adult is trying to get me out of the room for something.

Though he may just be worried about Rose. If I remember correctly, she had gone out to find Micky but was unable to find him. Mickey had seen her from a distance but hadn't shown himself.

The thought sends another bolt of pain shooting across my skull. Ugh. I need something sugary. Sugar always seems to help when I get a migraine.

Looking up at the ceiling, I address the Tardis. "I'm fairly certain you helped me earlier, thank you for that by the way, any chance of a little help here?"

The Tardis chimes. The base board near the floor lights up, making a path for me to follow. "So cool." I murmur, following the lights.

Three turns, and a small detour to the bathroom later, I finally open the door to the kitchen. The Doctor seems to have beaten me here. He turns to me as I open the door, raising his eyebrow. "Got lost?"

I smile at him wryly. "More like I wasn't paying attention to where I was going in the first place." Trailing my fingers along the doorway, I send the Tardis my thanks for guiding me. "Also I have no idea what a helter skelter is."

"It's a type of slide that's built into a spiral around a high tower." The Doctor states. Which is slightly concerning because I don't remember seeing any slides at all. He points at a steaming cup sitting on the table. "That should help the headache."

"Is there anything I can help you with?" I ask him. He seems to be cooking something on the stove top behind him. I'm not sure if it's for me, but It'll make me uncomfortable if he's cooking for me and I don't do anything in return.

The Doctor looks over his shoulder, studying me. He nods to a cupboard. "You can grab plates and utensils."

I do that, setting the table and then taking a seat in front of the cup full of liquid. Upon closer inspection, the liquid seems to be tea. I bring the cup up and inhale. It doesn't smell bad, just like tea leaves and lemon. A small sip confirms what my nose told me. Lemon, with a hint of sweetness.

Almost before the liquid hits my stomach my headache recedes. I sigh in relief. "This tea is a miracle." I tell the Doctor.

He hums, and I look up to find him far closer than before. The Doctor transfers the food from the pan he is holding to the two plates on the table. It looks kinda like thick porridge? He returns the pan to the stove, then walks back to the table and sits down opposite of me.

The Doctor slides the plate that has the most food on it in my direction. I murmur a thank you and pick up a forkful of the thick porridge, sticking it into my mouth. My face immediately goes bewildered. I roll the not porridge around my mouth. It's simultaneously chewy, and gooey at the same time. It also tastes as though a breadth of spices have been folded into the mixture.

I swallow, looking down at the rest of the not porridge and contemplating. Once I got over the fact that it was definitely not porridge, it was actually really nice. I pick up a larger forkful, but this time I take my time to savor the taste. I can't tell exactly what's inside. There are probably spices I've never had before in it.

The Doctor's seat creaks as he shifts his weight, bringing my awareness back to him. He's staring at me again. I flush in embarrassment.

"Do you like it?" He asks me.

I perk up a bit. "Yes!"

The Doctor rests his chin on his hand. "It's an old recipe. We called it Σπιχεδ βρεαδ."

"Σπιχεδ βρεαδ?" My mouth stumbles over the pronunciation. The Doctor corrects me twice, but nods the third time I repeat it. "It's delicious! I thought it looked like porridge at first, so I was a bit confused when I took the first bite. But it's really delicious. Each time I take another bite it's like I can't decide which spice to focus on." I babble on, and the Doctor watches me, a soft look on his face.

The Doctor's been sending me looks like that ever since he grabbed my hands in the first place. They are kind of unsettling. I mean, he's looking at me like you would look at someone just preformed a magic trick, or maybe a miracle. Disbelief. Awe. Falling silent, I finish my meal. I make sure to scrape my plate clean.

The Doctor scoots his half full plate in my direction. "Here"

I hesitate. "You sure?"

"The accelerated rate of healing is burning through your body's resources." He tells me. "You need as many calories as you can stand right now."

"I am still hungry." I admit. "But I don't want to take your food. I'm sure the Tardis has something else in her cupboards I can eat."

The Doctor sighs, exasperated. "I ate all I needed to. I'm not hungry anymore."

Well in that case. "Thanks." I mumble, taking his plate. It doesn't take me long to finish his plate either.

The Doctor grabs both the plates when I'm finished and places them in the sink. "Tired yet?" He asks.

"Getting there." I say with a yawn. The table doesn't look like a bad place to set my head down.

He walks over and stops by my chair. "Not the table." The Doctor tells me, tugging on my arm to get me to stand up.

I grumble, but let him pull me up. "Y'know, one day I really need to pay attention when I'm walking through these hallways. Cause I'm still lost." I admit to him as we walk down the corridor.

The Doctor laughs. He leans closer and shares a conspiratorial grin with me. "It took me years to figure out her patterns. And she still switches things up every now and again to mess with me."

I tilt my head back in amusement, laughing. The Doctor looks pleased.

He leads me up to a wooden door. It has Gallifreyan symbols on it. I trace the symbols with my fingers, looking back at the Doctor with confusion. "This is my room?"

"Yeah." The Doctor confirms. "Did you like the ceiling?"

"The ceiling?" I ask. "The Tardis was shaking so much I didn't really get a chance to look around earlier. I just wanted to get to the console room as fast as possible."

His lips slowly tip up into a smile. I raise an eyebrow at him, but he just shoos me in the direction of the door. The door opens easily, almost as if the Tardis is also eager for me to see what she's put together for me.

I step through the doorway and am immediately blown away. The whole ceiling is made of some kind of clear material. Right now it's showing the expanse of space. Galaxies, suns, stars. A sharp, happy, noise leaves my chest. "This is so cool." I whisper.

The lights in the room flicker, the Tardis burbling happily.

I turn around, about to say goodnight to the Doctor but the look on his face stops me.

It's that same look that he's been giving me since he grabbed my wrists. Disbelief, awe and a desperate sort of hope. I sigh, sitting down on the bed. "Okay, what's up with the looks?"

The Doctor raises his eyebrows. "What looks?"

"The look like the one you were just giving me. You've been looking at me like that ever since you grabbed my wrists in the first place." I hesitate. "Like you desperately want me to be real."

"Don't know what you're talking about." He denies, looking around the room.

I flop back on the bed, unsurprised by the answer. The Doctor never did like to answer questions about his feelings no matter what regeneration he was on.

The Doctor clears his throat to get my attention. "I'll let you sleep.".

I take pity on him. "Thank you Doctor, for the food and the hospitality."

He nods, leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

Letting out a deep breath, I stare up at the night sky through my ceiling. This whole situation was insane. I what? I tripped my way into the Doctor Who universe? And I had the Doctor looking at me like I was a miracle. I'm not stupid. I knew it all started when he took the readings. He was making it seem like I was...even in my own head I refused to complete that idea.

This was beginning to seem like the start to a bad fanfiction.

The Tardis lowered the lights in my room, a very not subtle hint that I was supposed to be sleeping and not contemplating life.

"Alright, alright." I murmur, pulling the comforter over me. "I get the hint."