Everything was so… frustrating. It seemed like everything was going wrong. Stress built up on the usually collected Dottore, and it was collecting bit by bit, weakening him. The few times slept, he found that he didn’t feel refreshed afterwards. Something in his gut, told him something was seriously wrong, especially with his odd dreams that left him panting when he awoke.

Tonight happened to be one of the nights he caved and took a break from his all nighters, retreating to his quarters to rest… only to wake with a jolt later in the night. His body was fuzzy, and his mind told him that he was not alone in his room.