The nightmares are worse - the ones where she's the one the Toclafane are playing with, or worse, where she's forced to watch her family and friends be shredded to pieces.

(After everything went back to normal, she couldn't eat meat for months. She still can't eat beef if it's too raw.)

Doctor? Her mental presence clings to him like a lifeline. Deep down, she knows it's just a memory, that it's not real, but the terror of the moment overrides her rationality. (The shred of normal Martha knows that the squid-thing is probably amplifying that emotion, too, making it worse so that she's too crippled to act.)

The scene shifts. Japan, she knows in an instant. She'd been caught here, briefly, spent weeks she hadn't had to spare working on the navigation chips for the rockets. She'd managed to remain anonymous up till the very end. It's the end that they're in, the streets on fire as she runs through them, trying to find a way out. There's got to be an escape route. She can't pay attention to the people around her, the ones trying to find whatever shelter they can from the flames, the ones on fire, the charred husks at her feet. She has to stay alive.