Martha Jones was cycling on her brand new silver bike back home and she had a shopping bag on her right handle. She had gone to the shop to buy some semi-skimmed milk but being the regular old forgetful woman that she was, the thought of buying such white liquid dropped out of her memory banks and in her orange supermarket bag were a bag of apples, a magazine and a box of raisins.

'Shit,' she stopped her bike as she nearly made a dog owner in front run into her. 'I forgot the milk!'

As she picked her bike up and turned it around, she sighed to herself.

Jumping back on the environmentally-friendly mode of transport, Martha turned back up the hill to the shop when she turned the corner and nearly hit a woman who was sat on the floor.

'You silly woman,' she said as she placed her fingertips on the brakes. 'I nearly hit you then.'

'Take this off me,' she said and she was dressed in a dark cloak so her face could not be seen.

Martha was handed a basket and she peeked inside to see a small furry gremlin with black eyes staring at her. It was very cute.

Shocked by the contents of the basket, Martha screamed and threw it on the floor.

'What the fuck is that thing?'

'It's called Gizmo. I found it by the River Bigcock a few weeks ago but I can't take care of it anymore.'

'Why? Is it like possessed or something? Don't tell me it's rabid.'

'No,' she said. 'I'm going to Cuba for three weeks and the kennels said they wouldn't look after it. He's a good dog.'

'You do realise this isn't a dog, don't you?' Martha pointed to the wicker basket.

'Oh my vision isn't that great! Cat, is it?'

To avoid a lengthy explanation, Martha just said yes.

'Just don't feed it after midnight.'

'Why?'

'It turns bad when it's fed after that time. After 7am and it's fine but after and before it must not be fed.'

'Well what does it eat?'

'Beats me,' she said. 'Mind you, I did have a dog and I can't find it anymore.'

'Fine,' Martha put the basket on her handle. 'I'll look after it. I have a friend called the Doctor who can probably look after it for a while anyway.'

As Martha got back on her bike, she cycled home and then the enigmatic woman got some rolling paper out and started making a cigarette.