Leslie sat on the floor of the room they had conjured in their mind, twirling their hair around their fingers out of boredom. They felt another presence, and jumped up, prepared for an attack - anything was possible in a dream - but relaxed and sat down again when they realised who it was.

"Heya, Jack," they greeted the American, who had just walked into the room, wearing his trademark WWII coat, "Nice body, but your head seems a bit small."

Jack laughed. "This is my perception of myself," he winked, "I've got to compensate."

"For what, your intelligence?" they retorted, and Jack clasped a hand over his heart as if he'd been shot.

He looked around the room, raising an eyebrow at the minimalism. "Why so simple? Not got much in your mind?"

Leslie shook their head, the white room dissolving into a forest lit by glowing lights at their command. "No, we're in a chamber separate from the actual palace - a term I use loosely."

Jack laughed. "What's with the solitary confinement?" he asked, sitting down beside them.

"Hardly solitary if you're here," Lez said truthfully, "Speaking of which, why are you here?"

"I don't want to talk to Cassandra," Jack said, "She insulted my dashing good looks."

He posed and they laughed, sitting a while in companionable silence. Leslie couldn't really think of anything to talk about, and Jack was fine with just having someone to talk to.

"Well, best be off. I have a reputation of being dramatic, I have to keep up appearance," Jack told them, and stood up as Leslie did the same.

"See you 'round, Jack," they said, and hugged him just before he disappeared.

They sat back down on the grass, cross-legged, and hummed Nattoppet. Suddenly, the room was filled with a blinding white light and-

They collapsed into the Doctor's arms, and he jumped slightly.

"Oh!" he exclaimed in surprise, "You alright?" Leslie tried to get up, but their legs weren't strong enough. "Whoa!" the Doctor said, catching them again. "You okay?" he asked them.

"Yea. I mean, the headache isn't fun, and I'd like the cooperation of my limbs, but hey, I'm alive," they said flippantly. They blinked twice, rolling their shoulders before standing again.

This time, they didn't fall over, and were able to hi-five the Doctor. "So, are we glad that I was there?"

"Definitely," Rose said, walking over, "Mr Clever here would have probably blown something up without you." The Doctor looked scandalised, but Leslie flashed a smile.

Cassandra walked over to them in Chip's body, glaring at the tattoos adorning 'her' skin. "Oh, sweet Lord. I'm a walking doodle."

After making sure, again, that Leslie could stand, the Doctor walked closer to Cassandra.

"You can't stay there," he told her coolly, "I'm sorry, Cassandra, but that's not fair. I can take you to the city. They can build you a skin tank and you can stand trial for what you've done."

Cassandra considered this. "Well, that would be rather dramatic. Possibly my finest hour, and certainly my finest hat, but I'm afraid we don't have time."

Leslie gave a forced smile at the statement, before wincing as the headache came back in full force. I've spent most of my time with a headache... what's going on? Maybe I did drink the spiked punch.

"Poor little Chip is only a half-life, and he's been through so much. His heart is racing so. He's failing," she said, "I don't think he's going to last." Cassandra staggered and fell to her knees as Leslie did the same and vanished in a flash of light.