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[Clara woke up badly. She hadn't even meant to fall asleep when she had, but when she did wake up, it was... bad. really bad. She couldn't breath and that scared her, badly. Leaving her room she tried to chill out, came to sit on the front steps of the main hall of the library, leaning back to stare at the stars above.]

[She had intended to talk on her bookmark when she and Casey were exploring, but she got interrupted. So here, now, she brings it up. Not video. No. Not like this. Voice only.]

Hello fellow Library assistants. Not that we're really assistants or anything like that, but we're all here assisting in cleaning the place up, right? Right. Okay. A few things is all. One... the Market place is great. Renaissance and old and amazing. I've seen things from that era before and I just... I'm always in awe of it. Everything is dark and gray and depressing and yet strangely beautiful.

Just some warnings though, and I don't know how these translate over into the Library or if they do at all, but if I have it right this era is one to be careful of. While exploring I noticed there is a good amount of Plague Doctors doing some work. They seem to just be that, real plague doctors, so that's good, but not.

It means we need to be careful while there. Or... I think we do? The Black Death was pretty bad in that era. For anyone who doesn't know it, it's a plague that hit Europe and Asia, of Earth, and was devastating. Carried around by rats at first, fleas on them, actually. It was spread around pretty easy there for a while. Taking over kingdoms. It's... gross. A bacteria, I believe, or virus, I can't remember. I'm sure there is a book on it here.

Okay, so my POINT is, if you go in, take care. Come back and clean up. I'm sure things in the Market should be fine, but I'd double check clothing if you buy any, and food.

Oh, gosh, history lesson over. My apologies. With that I am also curious, has anyone else noticed the things from the dark seem to come closer? What do you think is causing that? Is there something we can do to clean it up and push that back again? Also... cold spots.

Tell me I'm not the only one noticing this.

[She doesn't mention the dreams. She's still trying to get over her own. It was bad and her heart had been racing. She had never wanted the Doctor here more than now.]

[So Clara sits here, holding her bookmark and talking to who ever, staring at the stars above and wondering if the Doctor is out there somewhere. Anyone who wants to come sit with her, or talk, she might actually just stay here for a while. So please, come talk if you want.]

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[Casey is tired/achey, but he is not ready for sleep.]

How can stars feel like anything? I mean, they're big balls of fire right? Wouldn't they burn?

[Is he seri...yes, he's serious.]

[She can't sleep. Sleep is what woke her up and she's regretting it.]

Really? Have you even looked at the stars in here?

[Kid are you serious?]

[Well.........no. But Casey really wasn't used to looking at ANY stars. Only stars he'd really ever seen had been in North Hampton while they were at April's family's farm. Casey was a city-boy born and bred, and their time out there had been crazy enough that he hadn't paid much attention to the stars.]

I know they're always changing view...

[Don't mind that he sounds defensive there, really.]

[She caught the tone and chuckled softly.]

I know, sitting isn't your thing, but come fine me. No history lesson, I swear. I'm on the steps near the front desk. Come see what I see.

[There is some annoyed grumbling, before a clear response.]

Fine...be there shortly.

[And it continues, though obviously not directed at Clara. "Now how do I shut you off?" with some more murmuring before the sound cuts out. Must've figured it out.

Give it about 10-15 minutes. First time Clara's seen Casey without all the vigilante gear; he does have a hockey stick though, playing with a spare puck. Tired, but no worse for wear otherwise.]

[Oh, grumpy. She gets it though. She's feeling it. At first she came out here to be alone, then to watch the stars above, but she wanted someone here. Danny... Doctor, mostly the Doctor now. But none of them are here, and both hurts now.]

[Laying there, it's hard not to want to go back to sleep, but she stretches out on steps so that she can't relax. One at her shoulder, her head resting on one, her back bent over on, and her legs propped down on others. She's dressed as she was before, skirt, sweater, black leggings and fold down half boots. She has a small blue device sitting on her chest (small TARDIS shaped, but flat. Her Bookmark).]

[There is something off about her, and she doesn't even realize that there is a darkened spot around her neck from her dreams.]

[When she hears the kid playing with a puck she lifts her head up, peeking back towards him.]

Hey-o.

[Casey doesn't say anything at first, just gets the puck over to the bottom of the steps before coming up and sitting by her. Hockey stick held over his shoulders, arms draped on it. Tired vigilante is tired.]

Hey.

[She moves to sit propped up on her elbows, head tilted a bit to rest on her shoulder to watch him. He looks as tired as she feels.]

You're not sleeping, huh.

Not yet.

[He's been through worse. Really. Maybe. But if it is the Dream Beavers he is not letting them get him while asleep. If it isn't...then he hasn't a clue what to do.]

Sleep is over-rated anyways.

[Lies, and spoken like a true teenager.]

[She gave a nod to that, tilting her head back and looking up again.]

Right now, I think I agree with you.

[That got him to look at her, actually look. Takes him a moment, before his eyes widen.]

Uh oh...you fell asleep didn't you? Hard to wake up? Nightmare?

[Coming out of his slouch, hockey stick placed to the side as he turns more to face her.]

[she gave a sad forced smile at that, a tiny nod to follow.]

Mm, yeah. Nodded off earlier when I didn't mean to. So, yes, a Nightmare. Nothing too bad. I'm alright. [Other than a possible fracture in her ribs, bruising around her ribs and the marks around her neck, she seemed okay? Not that she had noticed the marks yet.]

Try again, maybe I'll believe it this time.

[Ok, that might be a bit gruffer than he meant.]

You're bruised around your neck, Clara. What happened?

[She gave him a look that said she wasn't going to fall for that kind of bait. That she would stick with it. But as he pointed out the bruised neck she moved to sit up again, on just one arm, wincing as she did, but bringing a hand up to her neck, touching it carefully.]

[She looked confused for a moment, than sad.]

I guess it got to me more than I thought it had. [She lowered the hand to rest at her ribs, frowning sharper.] I ran into someone, in the dream. That's all. They wouldn't let go.

[Well, Ok. He's not going to pry too much into the hows and whos just yet.]

Should we find you someone to check you out? What'd they do?

[Hell, he was lucky all he'd gotten off with was a nasty bruise from a nasty sucker-punch, and some aches. Splinter was a ninja-master, and could do a LOT more damage if Casey hadn't woken up when he had. Never mind any of the guys.]

Do you think it'd help if we all bunked in a group?

No. I should be fine. I've had worse before. [She said and gave him a smile, laying back down again and letting out a breath as she did.]

I'm not sure. I was... in a cemetery and I found someone important to me. The hug was just a bit too tight is all. [Danny had switched, went wrong. Her fears coming true. He tried to kill her, but Doctor grabbed her, saved her, they ran. Only things went sour with the Doctor as well. That was about when she managed to force herself awake, struggling to breath. Her voice still had a bit of a rasp to it, but only for those who really paid attention, it was so slight.]

I don't know if that would help. It might, but I think it's the sleeping part that's the problem. You don't have a... brain freeze headache, do you? Like eating ice cream too fast?

[A head shake in the negative, Casey moving to lean against the steps too.]

Although some ice would actually feel pretty good on some of the aches. That...was...the other part of my nightmare. I got sucker-punched, then backed into a wall. After a fight with evil Robo-ninjas, but that one I won. I woke up before more could happen though, once I got backed in a corner.

[Hard to admit all that. Casey had a lot of pride, and it had started as a great dream. Truthfully, even though physical wounds from dreams were serious, he was more bothered by the emotional parts. The rejection of Splinter casting him out of the group. The guys, especially Raphael, being ready to abandon him... That hurt a lot worse, and Casey tried to tell himself it wouldn't happen--not after all they'd been through.]

[She paid attention to what he said and frowned, laying there on the steps and watching the stars. She can understand the pain of rejection from nightmares, actually.]

The floor is cool. It helps. [She said in return to the ice part.] Has that happened before? Your dream. Was it like a memory twisted, or something completely fabricated?

[Oh please don't let it be something that COULD happen. Visions of the future he did NOT need, not that one anyways.]

Pretty sure it was just like a normal dream type-nightmare thing. I mean, aside from the whole actually being bruised and achy bit.

[What did fabricated mean? Context helped, but that word was making him go huh?]

That's good. I mean, that what ever you dreamed about wasn't something you've been through before.

[English Teacher, sorry! He did well though.]

Man I hope I NEVER go through it in real life.

[Ok, he might've said that aloud and not realized it. Even if it was under his breath. Then he realizes he probably did. Crap.]

Ok, I mean, not the part with the evil robo ninjas. Casey Jones has done that, no problem. Lots of times.

[Just ignore the bravado and need to return to some of it. It's a coping mechanism.]

[Her head was tilted on the step, so she could look over at him.]

You've battled evil robo-ninjas before, but there was more there to the dream, huh. Something that hit you at the heart. [Because that's how it was for her.]

[Nope, not answering. Not dealing with it. Instead, Casey is ignoring the aches and everything, and getting to his feet. Stretching, before twirling the hockey-stick up, and bringing it to his shoulders.]

Too much staying still is just gonna make me fall asleep Impossible Girl.

[She watched him get up and felt it. She poked the wrong button.]

Mm, maybe it as just me then. [She said more under her voice, moving to sit up and winced as she did. Curling her legs under her on the lower step. She let out a huff and looked up at him and his hockey-stick.]

Mm, sorry I'm so boring that I'll put you out. [She said, and held her hand out, as if asking him to help her stand up.]

[There's a familiar grin, glad she's letting it go.]

Nah, you're not boring. I'm just not a sit-still kind of guy.

[Easily moving to lend her a hand up.]

Besides, if real books were as interesting as this bookmark thing, I might enjoy school more.

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