When Leslie came to (they assumed that they had been unconscious - they didn't just randomly fall asleep on their feet, as far as they were aware of), it was to receive a pounding headache, and to see a unfamiliar red-head peering down at them anxiously. They looked past the woman, hoping to get a glimpse of the room (they had slight tunnel vision, only accentuated by their eyes' inability to work as a team), but the only thing they noticed was that it is white, very white, before she went back to thinking about the woman.

Where do I know her from? At least, I feel like I should know her. Wait... They peered at the woman again, taking in the bright hair and jacket, the youthful face and far too short shorts. She reminds me of Amelia Pond, from Doctor Who. They briefly entertained the concept, before discarding it. Get a grip. You just came out of unconsciousness, you can't just walk around (not that they could walk) accusing strangers of being people that were only ever fictional. Leslie was quite set in their 'I won't call people by names on the TV' policy when the red-head turned, and called out,

"RORY! Lez is awake! Get your stupid face down here!"

Leslie's mind created the equivalent of a question mark and exclamation combined. There is no way this can be happening! Maybe? No. I am dreaming. This isn't Amy Pond, this isn't the TARDIS med bay. It wouldn't have been the first time that Leslie had found themselves creating entire days and events within dreams. It is natural for the mind to predict events through dreams. Thus, any actions I take will have no effect on the real world. I may as well go along with it.

"Excuse me? Two- no, sorry, three questions: One, are you Amelia Pond, Two, where am I? And Three, how do you know my name?" Acting on spontaneity, they asked another question to test the limits of their mind."And, also, a bonus four, not that you'll be able to answer this for certain, am I dreaming?"

The woman (now dubbed as Amy) nodded for the first, turned pale at the second, became shocked at the third, and seemed to go into mourning at the fourth. Even though this was obviously bad news, watching Amy's face go through this process was fascinating. In the corner of their mind, something noticed that their voice was more normal-sounding than it should have been after just waking up, but they mentally shrugged it off. Dreams.

"RORY!" Amy yelled again, and Leslie winced. Wow, rude. Amy looked down at her and said a soft, "Sorry,", moving away from the bed Leslie was lying on to sit in the chair a little away from it, before going back to yelling, "Bring the Doctor with you!"

Okay, I am dreaming. This can not be happening. They grinned at the white ceiling, nonetheless. Leslie spared a moment to wonder where they were in the time stream, and they'd have shrugged, but they still had that pounding headache.

Rory rushed into the room, panting (he'd obviously run- obviously) and once looking at Leslie, smiled. They smiled back, their lips closed, unsure of how to react. He came closer to the bed and Amy flung herself into her husband's arms.

"They don't know! They think they're dreaming!" she said in an indeterminable tone into his shirt.

"What don't they know? Dreaming what?" Asked a voice from the doorway. Leslie turned their head to face it (this room was way too white) and saw, standing there, the Doctor. He is even taller in real life, they noted with a frown. Not fair. The Doctor, however, was focused on Amy.

"No..." he whispered, his face pale, and Amy nods. He turned to look at Leslie.

"Lez?" he asked, almost pleading.

"Well, I normally am," they said, only slightly unsure of whether they still were. The Doctor however, frowned as if working out a terribly difficult problem, and he immediately made a (bad) excuse to leave the room.

"I've got a thing... I'll just..." he said to Rory, who nodded, rubbing Amy's back consolingly. The Doctor ran out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him. Leslie winced at the noise. Can't anyone consider my headache? They complained internally.

"What was that?" they asked (snapped), curious (irritated).

"That's- complicated. And spoilers. And you said to never tell you. Sorry- future you. But they said I could tell you that."

Even dream-wise, this was insane. The lucid dreaming they were now participating in must have had a skewed effect, meaning that anything was possible, really. Which meant that it was insane, from a logical perspective.

"So... let me guess." Rory blinked, then nodded consent, still comforting Amy. "Alright, wild stab at the dart: I'm in an alternate universe where the Doctor is real, and I know him, but I keep on jumping around for some reason or another, and even though I'm like your best friend or something, this is the first time I, me I, have come here. That it?" Amy spun around in disbelief, a shocked expression on her face. This would be the ultimate test of the amount of control they had over the dream.

Rory nodded slowly, "Yeah, pretty much."

"Alright, question: what happens just before I 'jump'" they asked. Their headache had intensified, and there was a sharp throbbing behind their right eye. Maybe, if they concentrated enough...

"You said that you got a headache, and you get this white glow..." he said uncertainly, then appeared to notice the white tint to their skin, "Oh."

"Yeah, 'oh'."

They were leaving, just as they had suspected. Maybe this is me waking up, they considered. Maybe I'm not holding on to the dream enough. I barely even remember falling asleep, so it probably is me waking up.

"How long have I got?" they asked Rory. But Amy replied.

"About a minute."

Leslie swallowed, and nodded, trying to force their eyes to remain open. They sat up, despite the headache, and the white room spun. Rory abandoned Amy to help them steady themself.

"Your gravitational balance will take a while to kick in. Just lean on me until you're ready." He explained.

Leslie closed their eyes until the dizzy spell was over, then nodded, and Rory helped them to stand up. After finding their 'gravitational balance' (if such a thing really existed in the TARDIS), they motioned for Rory to leave them be and began walking around the small room. Their eyes were falling closed more and more frequently, and their headache wasn't letting up. They must be leaving soon. They spun to face the couple - may as well make a dramatic (forced) abscond.

"Alright- Ames, Roronicus," the pair blinked at the nicknames, "Catcha." Leslie winked before disappearing in golden sparks.

The remaining inhabitants of the room stared in shock at the place they had been before they disappeared.

"Did they just-" Rory started.

"Yes. They did," Amy said, a wide smile on her face.