WHO: Dani Nightingale and OPEN! WHAT: She's dreaming. Come join her. WHERE: Dreamland! WHEN: Sunday evening WARNINGS: Language. Don't blink.
Dani wasn't sure where she was. This in itself wasn't a strange occurrence; she often didn't know where she was, and had traveled all over the place through time and space both as herself and as Donna. What was strange about it was the distinct lack of a TARDIS around to account for why she didn't recognize her surroundings. More than that, she distinctly remembered telling Sophie she was going to bed because she had a test for school in the morning. This was about as far from her bedroom as she could be.
On the surface, it was an ordinary graveyard. Cliche, even borderlining a joke out of a horrible horror movie. Trees without signs of life reached their gnarly fingers towards the dark night sky, overcast by clouds and leaking just enough moonlight that she could barely see vague outlines of a few crumbling stones. That didn't matter, though. She had a flashlight. She wasn't sure how she got the flashlight; it bore no markings of being dropped the way a typical Nightingale flashlight did, but she wasn't complaining. The little sucker was enabling her to see around her at all of the gravestones, tombs, and monuments that spanned around her. A brisk fall chill made her shiver and pull her sweater tighter around herself (this was certainly not sweater weather), and she began trudging forward. Dani was never one to back down from the curiosity that constantly tugged at her heartstrings, and she was more courageous than most--almost to the point of self-destruction.
It was after about ten paces that she sensed something moving behind her, and whipping around on her heel finally saw it. The angel statue, frozen in her gaze, not far enough away for her to feel safe. It stood exactly where she had been five minutes prior.
"Oh." She cringed, forcing her gaze to stay upon it. "Bollocks."