"A bar?" Murdar glanced over at Owen. "This is the third activity you chose out of everything to do at the fair?"

"I could use a good drink after the neck breaking rides you took me on. I forgot how violent you liked things." He took a seat and she leaned against the temporary bar. "I feel like I'm forgetting something important."

Murdar gave him a questioning look as the carnie worker took his order before waving the man away; she wasn't getting a drink just yet. "Like what?"

"Like I was supposed to go meet someone." Owen got a thoughtful expression before shaking his head. "It's nothing."

"Hmm..." She slipped onto the stool beside his and looked up at the darkening sky. "Then it must not be too important... So what do you say we take a break from this place after your drink, we could walk around or something."

"I thought you wanted to go for the games next." He looked at the drink as it was placed in front of him.

"Haven't you noticed how dark it's getting? I'll come back tomorrow." Murdar shifted in her seat as she fixed her jacket. "When it isn't so cold."

"You can go ahead and leave if you want." Owen sat down his glass with a content expression. "That was some of the best I've ever had, I think I'll get another once this is gone."

"Do you have your keys then?" She didn't wait for an answer as she dug around his pocket. "Just give me a fair warning if someone comes home with you."

Owen gave a hint of a smirk. "You could join in if you'd like, you don't have to leave."

"Oh I'm well aware of that." She replied with a grin. "I just don't want he to be freaked out by all the mass murders and screaming when she walks through the door."

"And what do you plan on doing?" He glanced over at her once more.

"I love slasher films.... What can I say? It's a weakness." Murdar smiled before turning and leaving him behind.

Half way across the fair ground she noticed fog starting to drift up ankle deep and very thick, Murdar had to admit, it was impressed that the fair would pay enough to have a fog machine. She stared down at the fog as it swirled around, seeing to cling and drag her down as she tried to leave... it intrigued her. In fact, she was so captivated by it that she didn't notice the low screaming noise at the back of her mind. Murdar snapped out of it though as the sound grew louder and more demanding, she thrashed at the pain before dropping to the ground and giving a cry of pain as a sound similar to a heartbeat joined the screaming. She tried to stagger back to her feet but the pain in her chest and a sudden burning sensation in her skull made her eyes roll up in the back of her head. Between the echoing screams and the burning pain she didn't know which was worse until her body went limp.

The darkness over her was oddly compressing and uncomfortable, the familiar presence that inhabited this world seemed to be missing. Was she finally dead? She couldn't be, she had six, well now five, lives left! Murdar started to calm down as she remembered this information before also remembering she was only part Time Lord, what if she didn't have thirteen lives?

"By the Cult of Skaro..." She cursed and stared out into the darkness for anything.

Finally the cloaked figure breezed by her and stared at her from under the deep, black hood. "You are not dead."

"Then why can't I wake up? Why haven't I finished regenerating?" She challenged.

"Patience." The figure replied calmly. "There is danger."

"I heard that before ending up here."

The figure's gaze seemed to burn her this time. "Worse, it is coming soon, death by those you trust, and darkness will rise from death."

Images of war broke across her vision; a dark mist was spreading across the scene and left destruction in its wake. Fighting it back was the Torwood team and two unfamiliar men, though she felt as though she should know them. But nothing they did stopped the oncoming enemy and she felt their pain as death took them while the survivors called her to help. It was then with a frown she realized she wasn't fighting with them, in fact, she wasn't anywhere. Was she already gone?

The vision faded and she looked at the cloaked figure. "What happens if we lose to it?"

"Death." The figure disappeared back into the inky black.

Murdar blinked her eyes open before wincing in pain as she tried to sit up. She winced again as something gripped her left shoulder, when she went to shove the hand away with her right hand however; nothing was there. She felt a cobweb like substance and glanced over her shoulder but saw nothing in the dark to suggest any spider webs were clinging to her, though a darker mist to the one on the ground seemed to dissipate.

"Weird..." She stood up and backed closer to the fair again, she should find Owen; he could know what was wrong. He shouldn't be too inebriated yet, she just hoped she wasn't about to pass out again as the light fog around her ankles swirled dizzily. "The shit is wrong with me?"

A swirl of black appeared in front of her for a moment followed by the familiar voice from her head. "Time Lords, Daleks, and Rifts, will aid the darkness... beware it all."

"What the hell!" She shouted as the smoky figure disappeared once more. She'd had enough of the insanity for one night.

"Movie store closed?" Owen's voice questioned as he walked around the corner. "Or do you always get this upset at nothing?"

"I thought you were at the bar." She glanced at him and tried to keep her voice even.

"Changed my mind." His gaze surveyed the thickening fog. "That and I heard screaming."

"So it wasn't just me?" Murdar relaxed a bit.

"It was in my head. No one around me was screaming; everyone was fine." He was staring pointedly at her. "Now why would we both hear that?"

"Maybe someone was just screaming and we couldn't see them?" She suggested. "I mean it is crowded."

Owen didn't look like he wanted to believe her but nodded in agreement. "Idiots sounded like a bloody banshee."

"Those don't exist." Murdar happily changed the subject as she followed him back into the fair; the pain in her head was dulling though she felt as though it had been scorched with fire.

After a few minutes of weaving through people and walking down several streets Owen came to a stop in front of a theater. "Come on, the place is empty."

Murdar gave him a confused look. "You aren't going back to the best drinks in the world?"

"They had a strange aftertaste after a while." He grimaced before pulling her into the cinema. "Now hurry up or you'll lose a screening room."

"You can just take a screening room for yourself?" She gave him a look. "I doubt that."

"These bands get you anything if a carnie works there." Owen frowned a second in thought but whatever the concern was he shook it away. "Even your slasher."

Murdar didn't know whether to be surprised he found this or to wonder if he'd planned to bring her here from the beginning. Not that it mattered. All that mattered now was that she was getting to stay in this wonderful place while still watching a movie. Nothing could be better than this, not even if the rest of the Torchwood team were there.