Robin dreamed. The dreams were unsubstantial and fleeting, but dreams nonetheless. Sometimes they were memories, early memories that were filled with strange sounds and loud noises. Memories from before her conversion, in which she could see Romana's face trying to smile down at her even though she knew what she would have to do to Robin in the near future.<br/><br/>Some were memories of her childhood, running around with little Allen, laughing and having a wonderful time throwing dirt in each other's eyes. Those days had been so simple. After what had happened in recent days, it was hard for Robin to think that any time in her life had ever been simple. Her parents' faces flashed in images through her childhood. A single tear leaked from Robin's eye as she thought of the parents who now believed she was dead.<br/><br/>Others were memories of more recent times. Images of terrifying aliens, Daleks screeching and Cybermen shooting their red lasers at them... The latter starred in her dreams a lot, even the terror and pain she'd felt when she'd gotten shot surfaced several times. But what hurt the most wasn't the memory of dying, but the look on the Doctor's face as he'd realized he was losing her.<br/><br/>That look was the most painful thing she'd ever seen. It was a despair so deep and so many times felt that Robin had had a hard time even looking at it. The tears spilled over those golden eyes, tears that she had wished she could've kissed from his cheeks a thousand times over. But then he'd opened that locket and both of their lives had changed forever. And the shock on that face was a lot easier to look at than the sadness.<br/><br/>Around five hours passed before Robin even moved in the hammock. When she finally woke up, she stretched, almost toppling herself out of the hanging bed. A small smile spread across her mouth as she realized the Doctor had actually tucked her into bed. After a moment she sat and hopped out, still wearing his sweater and her tights and boots.<br/><br/>"Well, I feel better," she announced, placing a hand on her hip. "Now I seem to recall you requesting your sweater back... I mean I could take it off if you like. It wouldn't bother me one bit."