A/N: Hello internet and welcome to the long-awaited sequel to "Carry On". Yes, this is a sequel so if you haven't read the first one, I highly suggest that you do otherwise you're going to be very confused. I've been planning this story for a long time and can't wait to finally post it, so here we go!

I was on some train. It wasn't any train that I had ever been on before, then again I hadn't been on many trains. It wasn't that full; only eight people were moving around the cabin. A stern-looking black woman stood in the back, pouring drinks and looking slightly bored. A couple were bickering in their seats about the details of a party they had attended while a black-haired boy sitting behind them rolled his eyes. He must've been their son.

A blond woman looked irritated as she tried reading her book. I couldn't see what book it was, and I wasn't even really sure that it mattered because my eyes found someone that I thought I hadn't seen in ages.

The Doctor looked the exact same from the last time I saw him that day in the hospital room. His hair was sticking up from that accident on the Lord Commander's ship, back when I traveled with him. He was sipping what looked like coffee and it just seemed so weird to see him doing something so normal.

Something wasn't right. This scene was too normal. Without exactly knowing how, I could tell that something bad was going to happen to the Doctor. I wanted nothing more than to warn him, but I had figured out that I wouldn't be able to do anything to help him.

This wasn't the first dream I was having about the Doctor. It had all started a few days after he left me. I had a dream that he was with a redheaded bride and he was helping her with some giant spider-woman-thing. When I woke up the next morning, the news was filled with a spiderweb-like spaceship. But some people thought it was fake.

The train dream was snapped away and I opened my eyes, lying down in bed. I groaned and pressed my face into my hands. The Doctor had promised that he'd come back for me. So far I was still healing from that marble pillar crushing my legs.

I sat up in bed and reached for the crutches beside my bed. With a fluid motion, I strapped the crutches onto my forearms and managed to clamber out of bed. My legs ached in objection but I ignored the annoying pain and limped out of my room.

My parents had moved us out of our tiny apartment after the accident and we moved into a bigger and roomier place just outside of London. It was a good forty minute drive back into town but it was manageable. I made my way very carefully down the stairs and into the wide kitchen.

Did I mention that my parents had also hired a sitter to keep an eye on me when I was alone? Her name was Brenna, and though she was good-hearted, it got annoying to have someone babysit you every day.

"Good morning, Anne," Brenna said happily, scrambling the eggs. I greeted her and took my seat down at the table. "Is there anything happening today? Maybe we could go into town and shop 'til we drop."

"Well, with me I think we wouldn't be shopping that long." I joked. Brenna laughed along and opened her mouth to say something, but she never got the chance.

The walls started to shake and the ground rumbled. I feel from my chair and hid under the table, my crutches still strapped to my arms. Brenna screamed and joined me as the plates, silverware, and glasses began to fall from the cabinets.

As soon as it started, the earthquake stopped. Brenna left the safety of the table's underside and helped me up to my feet. I peered out the window above the sink. That was odd.

I limped hurriedly outside with Brenna jogging ahead of me and opening doors for me. Once outside, I stared up at the sky in shock. It had just been morning; Brenna had been cooking eggs. But the sky was now pitch black, but that wasn't even the scariest part.

The sky was filled with planets.

Brenna gasped and covered her mouth. I quickly counted eleven other planets. There was only one reason this would've happened. The only problem was where was he?

"Is it the Doctor?" Brenna asked. She was the only person I had ever told about the Doctor and our adventures, mainly because she was the only person around here who believed in aliens.

"It has to be," I breathed. "It just has to," I looked from the forbidding-looking sky to my friend's face. "C'mon, you wanted to go into town. Let's get a move on."

Brenna nodded, glad to be taking orders from someone. "But wait, Anne, you're still wearing pajamas."

I glanced down at my attire: flannel plaid pants and an overlarge T-shirt. These were pajamas to me. "This is no time to be worried about appearance, Brenna. We have to go now." Brenna looked like she wanted to object but I didn't give her the chance; I was already hobbling to the car. Brenna sighed and followed.

The Doctor had to know who was behind this. He had told me that he'd find me, now it looked like I needed to find him.