The Doctor's eyes abruptly snapped open. He let out a deep gasp as he was knocked out yet another pursuing dream, his body jerking at the intensity of his awakening. He could feel small beads of sweat dotted on his forehead below his messy brown hair. He sighed deeply, the images of his dream still streaming within his mind. It hadn't been about the Time War. It hadn't been about death or destruction either. It had been very simply, about Donna. It hurt him when he saw her in his dreams, his hearts cascading into a rush of guilt and wanting to desperately see her again. Which was simply impossible. So, he had no other choice but to forget about it. 

He didn't realise until a couple of moments later that Dani was snuggled up next to him, her breathing soft and shallow and her hand placed firmly near his. She was still deep in sleep. She looked peaceful and content, which made the Doctor sigh once more. He was beginning to feel the urge to get up and run. He had just lost Donna, and had now been plunged into another alien threat, which needed to be seen to. He didn't want another innocent human getting hurt or, more importantly, he didn't want to form another sentimental attachment. He had lost too many people, and he wasn't about to loose another. 

Slowly but surely, he unraveled his long legs from one another and began to get up from the bed, trying to be as quiet as possible in order to not wake the sleeping human beside him. He managed to stand without making a noise and he carefully glided over to the door. When he reached it, he quickly looked back to check to see if Dani was still sleeping and, once satisfied she wasn't awake, gripped the door handle and opened it. 

However, the Time Lord got quite the shock when the door opened to reveal a bulky woman with short brown hair standing right in his path, her chunky hands crossed into fists beside her legs. The Doctor didn't know what to say, until he caught a glimpse of her eyes. They were a bright yellow, with a green slit in the middle of each. The woman, was a Travarian. 

Before he had time to react, the woman lifted up her left arm and in one swift movement, punched the Doctor square in his gut, his hands instantly rushing to his midriff. The female then rushed her hand back and hit the Time Lord straight in the jaw, which sent him flying backwards into the hotel room, landing on the carpet with an audible thud. He groaned loudly, blood beginning to drip from his mouth and down his cheek. His vision was blurred and his head was hazy. A punch like that would have knocked a human clean out. His hearts began to race when the bulky form of the female stepped into the room and stood beside his prone form. The Doctor weakly glanced up at her, trying to use his arms in order to crawl backwards away from her. She lifted up a thick foot and placed it on the spot where she had punched his stomach, making him grit his bloodied teeth. She looked threateningly down towards him.