The Doctor was in a wonderful dream of the place that they just arrived at. The doctor was in a boat on the lake, his hand drifting in the cool water while he was on his back. near the dock he could see them... they were waiting, standing still watching his directing, waiting for him to come closer to the dead. The faces were blurrs but there was one that motioned for he to come closer to the shore. The doctor now had both hand on the small dingy were the oars rested on the swivels as he sat up to see the threat more clearly. The doctor began to shake his head no as he started to reach for the oars that were laid on the bottom of the boat. As he bent over to grab them, something attempted to get into the boat but began to sink the boat as he fell into the water. 

Something hung on to him from below as he tried to kick his way to the top of the water. As the doctor failed around he could feel that the weight was getting heavier, so as he tried to free himself he could see that nothing was holding him. He began to kick and swim his way to the shore but the dead were waiting for him as well, the dock wasn't a option either. 

The doctor lost his breath and as he got pulled under the water hard and fast. He didn't see anything at first because he was more concerned about air and as he threashed about it blurred his underwater vision. 

Something grabbed his foot and pulled him, that he was sure of.

As the doctor dove into beneath the water he finally saw his threat. It was farther than reaching distance but he saw it clearly as if it was daylight, the woman in white. The Doctor couldn't tell if it was a wedding dress, cocktail dress or what but he knew that she was dead, she wasn't below the water about a minute ago and it was a threat!. 

His lungs began to burn as they screamed for air, again his lungs took in the air. But once again he was pulled under the water quickly, then he felt his air leave his chest with a "thump". 

The doctor's eyes opened, he caught his breath a screamed loud and long as he could. 
he was on the couch still, sweat covered him or was it water, he felt wet. His body finally relaxed as he could something running away but wasn't sure if it was the twins or not. In the other room he cold hear people moving or getting up from a table. The doctor reached for his security blanket.. the rifle. " My Weapon, the rifle, it's gone! " The doctor started to get up while still in a daze from the couch.