She had met him shortly after the whole Pompadour incident and without hesitation followed him home. It was probably the most reckless thing she had ever done, even more so than any of the countless trips in the Doctors' little blue box, but she wasn't exactly in the most sensible state of mind now was she?
He was simply there, leaning against the side of the Tardis, nonchalant and yet expectant, as though he had been waiting for her. When the dematerialization sequence started he didn't even flinch, just shifted slightly as if he knew it was about to disappear into thin air. It was like he knew what was coming...and she realized later, much later, that warning bells should have rung inside her head.
There was something about him though, something that drew her to him, in the same way she had first been drawn to the Doctor. Maybe that had been her downfall and the reason she ended up throwing all caution to the wind…she felt as though she could trust him. Of course her highly charged emotional state had not helped matters any.
Her soul, still raw from the unending onslaught of emotions that had cut through her very being needed something, and somehow he had provided that which she would have thought impossible.
Within minutes of their seemingly chance encounter she began to forget…