oom: room 25

After returning to the Bar and waking up in his body again, Doc slowly hauled himself up off the floor and headed upstairs. He wasn't tired, but he slept anyways.

And had dreams of earthquakes and of the dead.

When he woke up, he went out and spent time with the horses, trying to get his mind off of things through work. The harder he worked in the absolutely horrible weather, the less he thought about the way Mary had been yanked from his grasp, the way Paul had sneered at them, the way the walls had shook and he'd stumbled to keep his footing.

He felt cold.

One good thing about Milliways was that it had an endless supply of hot water.

The shower was hot enough to turn his skin pink but he didn't care. Cold. Too cold. He stood there and soaked it all in and tried his best to get warm and stop the shivering that had taken over.

Dead. You were dead. You were lying there on the floor and you weren't in your body anymore, and the doctor was going to hurt people. You could have gotten stuck there. You could have been left there, he could have...

Was that what it was like for the boys? Did they meet someone and just step away, soul leaving the body, blood in the dirt and face pressed to the ground.

Or was it nothing.

Darkness. Cold.

I'm too damn cold.

When he finally snapped himself out of it and back into awareness he stared at the wall in the shower before he turned the water off and got dressed. Physically he felt warmer but inside there was still that sinking feeling. A drink would help to ward it off.

He got dressed and then headed downstairs.