Music blared out from the alarm clock next to Jamie's bed, and a hand groped out from under the covers to hit the snooze button before withdrawing and pulling the covers back over his head. Jamie didn't want to get up. It wasn't unusual - he couldn't remember the last time he had actually looked forward to getting out of bed. Today was especially hard, though. He had a dream about traveling in some strange blue box, with a man with dark hair who seemed so familiar, somehow. Someone...important to him. He had felt happy. He couldn't remember the last time he felt that way, either.

It was so tempting to try and slip back into sleep, see if he could go back into the dream, but he could feel it slipping away. He knew even if he tried, it would elude him...and the longer he stayed in bed, the less chance there would be of him getting anything for breakfast other than cold cereal. His father was quite strict about mealtimes. If you weren't there when everyone else ate, you were out of luck.

With a sigh, Jamie pushed the covers off and sat up, running his hand through his hair before leaning over to turn off the alarm clock completely. After a few moments, he reluctantly got out of bed and headed downstairs, resigned to the fact that today was going to be a day like all the others.