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[Martha had found the infirmary with only a little searching. She was dismayed to find it in the condition it was. But now that it was found, she had to let others know.

When the video comes up, she looks exhausted both from the recent activity and the consistent lack of sleep.]

I guess it's only to be expected that once I got the clinic the way I like it, the scientists would destroy it and force me to set up another one. I've found the infirmary and am working on doing what needs to be done. If you need anything, stop on by. I still have some supplies from the other place.

As for the Variety Show, it seems like we should postpone it until we all learn more about our living spaces.

[Martha pauses, and it's very clear she's not sure if she should bring up what she's about to say. When she finally does speak, it's not nearly as confident as before.]

If you have any remedies for nightmares that don't involve taking away memories... please let me know.

[The feed goes dark after that.]

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I think I have no choice then. I'm no use to anybody right now.

Where would you prefer to sleep?

[Home. In her bed knowing that her family is around the corner. Or maybe the TARDIS where nothing would hurt her. Her flat... The dormitory at University.]

A bed. I guess... my room.

[Curious term. Her room, but she'd barely been here more than a day or so. Nothing about it was hers.]

I can take you. Or we can walk.

[ If she could walk that far. ]

[As much as Martha wants to walk, she doubts that whatever has kept her functioning for so long will still work for her.]

Perhaps... perhaps it's best if you take me.

Which room is it?

[ Angelic flight is uncomfortable for humans, but better than her falling over in the hall. ]

[Martha's done time travel without a capsule multiple times now. It can't be any worse than that can it? She gives him the proper information for her room.]

[ It's similar so she'll likely be fine, mostly.

He reaches out, touching the first two fingers of his right hand to her forward, flying her to her room, with him following. It's too quick for her to process the actual flight, but there's some disorientation to landing and again the beat of mighty wings. ]

Here we are.

[Martha reaches out for the wall to steady herself and hopefully keep what lack of contents in her stomach down.]

It's like time travel without a capsule.

[Once steady, she moves over to her bed, kicking her shoes of as she sits down.]

What happens now Raphael?

[ Raphael likewise reaches out to steady her. then lets her go on her own. ]

You lay down. I put you to sleep and stay to watch over. In a few hours you'll wake.

After you gotten some rest, we can discuss dreamroot and it's application more throughly.

[A nod. Martha's clearly not happy that she even has to accept help much less appear as weak as she is. The cautiously lies back, staring hard at the ceiling in hopes of keeping her tears at bay.]

And I'll still have the memories in tact? Awful as they are, I need them.

[It occurs to her she should warn Raphael of what he'll see, and then she remembers he's an Angel. He's probably seen worse.]

((OOC: Even though there's no canon for these nightmares, it seems to me Martha wouldn't have made it out of the Paradox without some side effect. The Master used the Archangel network to broadcast fear in the form of the drumbeats he always hears. That's what's been making Martha worse. That fear has nestled somewhere deep in her brain and just constantly attacks. It should be apparent in the dreams that something is very off. The drums will be beating the entire time.]

I'm not going to touch your memories, merely steer your mind away from them while you sleep.

[ He's seen worse, caused worse. ]

You needn't be afraid.

[ There's a heavy weight to his words, power to them - 'Be not afraid' - the first sentence many people ever heard from an angel.

But he reaches over, lightly touching her forehead with his first two fingers. He DOES lurk around her head, noticing the drumbeats, but true to his word, he keeps her dreams light, nonsensical, even if he can't shut out the drumbeats.

Martha will get a solid five hours of sleep, which he's certain isn't enough, but it's a start, and he'll still be standing near when she wakes. ]

[Five hours later, Martha wakes. She feels perfectly relaxed. It takes her a moment to remember why that feels so good. And then she remembers everything else. She blinks once... twice... then slowly rolls over to face Raphael.]

I can't remember the last time I felt rested.

[Of course she could use plenty more sleep. Days if possible. But five hours with proper REM has done its job. She feels alert... calm even. She can work on solving problems now.]

Thank you Raphael.

[ Save the time he was a cherub, Raphael's always a somewhat imposing figure. Perhaps it's all that power wrapped into so small a package, perhaps it was the way Raphael had never really learned to blend in with humans - barely breathing, not blinking, standing too still. But with how he's standing now, still, quiet, shoulders down and slightly rolled forward so that it's easy to imagine wings dipping forward and wrapped around him, looking so at ease and at peace, it's possibly easy understand what the term 'angelic' was meant to bring to mind. ]

You're welcome. You look better.

[She does see it, and it fills her in awe. Martha hadn't necessarily believed in biblical angels when they first started talking to her. But at this moment, she believes it completely.]

A few REM cycles will do that to a human. Did you...

Did you see anything... when you were in my head?

[Other than the light dreams he sent her she means.]

[ He cocks his head at the question, but the focal point of his gaze doesn't change. ]

I heard drumbeats, but I didn't see anything questionable.

[ Or more correctly: He didn't see anything that he needed or wanted to question her about. ]

[Martha raises an eyebrow.]

You heard them too?

[That's just a bit disconcerting]

Then I'm not imagining them.

I did yes. What are?

[ It's part curiosity, part concern. ]

A projection. In my world, I may or may not have just stopped and reversed an apocalypse. An alien took over the world, killed half the population, kidnapped my family...

[She sits and leans her head agains the wall. Martha's so grateful for the sleep that she's absolutely willing to tell him now.] I was the only one able to stop him. I spent a year trying to stop him. And just about everyone who helped me died.

[Feel the guilt Raphael? It's practically rolling off her.]

We were in the middle of stopping it. I... I don't know if it worked. The Doctor says it did, but I woke up here before it was finished.

When I was walking the world, he kept all the humans in check by projecting fear among us all. I think I was saved from it somewhat between my perception filter and the fact that I had a mission. I don't have either here. And it's still there.

Do you have reason to doubt his word o your success?

[ That was the first thing to address. ]

In war, people die. Some times people you love. That doesn't make it your fault, just because you are at the helm.

I know that time can be rewritten. I never saw the end result. For all I know the Doctor could be part of a different Universe.

... so yes. I guess I do have reason to doubt.

[She couldn't look at him when he told her it wasn't her fault.]

But it was. He would never have come into power if it weren't for me.

That is understandable.

[ Humans where made for doubt. ]

I doubt that. There's not just one key to a plan.

... Perhaps there are. He had no idea he existed until I showed him the watch though.

That does not mean it solely rests on you.

[Martha elects to not carry the fight forward. Everyone tells her that. She just wishes she could believe it. There were other things they had to discuss. She changes the subject.]

You mentioned dream root?

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