Doors

by Lassenby

Some doors should never be reopened. For a drabble challenge by AnonymousFangirl. The challenge is to give a character one of your traits. I get lost, sometimes in my own neighborhood. Post Doomsday. Takes place during the third season.

Martha was lost. Again.

She had been living on the Tardis for months, but she still got lost often. At first she suspected that the rooms were rearranging themselves- by now she knew they were.

She had already wandered through a kitchen, some sort of reptile house, and three bathrooms. (Or the same bathroom? Possibly the rooms redecorated themselves too.)

And… one bedroom. Too pink to be a man's bedroom, too personalized to be a guest bedroom. The girl living in it had clearly gone, unless the Doctor was hiding another woman on the Tardis.

Martha picked up a framed photo from the nightstand.

Looking back at her was beaming girl, probably not even twenty. She was clinging to a man with a receding hairline and comically large ears.

After a few seconds, Martha set down the picture, and left the room.

She knew, some doors should never be reopened.