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"Allons-y!" The Doctor flicked a switch, two switches and turned a key, pushed a lever. The console of the TARDIS lit up in a pretty shade of light blue, or more flickered and then the whole ship shuddered and the lights went out. The room was black, and even scarier, it was silent. The TARDIS was never silent. There was always a noise going on, someone running, water running, the TARDIS running…always running…But now there was no running, like someone had pressed the pause button on a remote and everything just stopped.
"Jenny. Stay right where you are. Don't move." A flash of brown and the Time Lord was out of the TARDIS, the girl barely nodded a reply, too late to be of any use, still gripping onto the sides of the console – She'd been travelling with the Doctor for, oh, perhaps three months? Maybe more, maybe less, travelling in time didn't really confine the boundaries of time, you could never keep track of how long. They'd met in a toy shop, a children's toy shop, Jenny had been staring at a television screen in the corner with Nyan Cat on repeat. Nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan…The tune was mesmerising.
Then a tall, rather skinny bloke ran in front of her view and pointed a stick thing with a blue light at it, glaring at the stick thing, before turning around to look at Jenny with a bizarre expression written on his face, eyebrows creased in puzzlement, his mouth sort of silently mouthing 'what?' Perhaps he's mentally challenged, she remembered thinking. But then he spoke in a clear British accent.
"Give me your mobile phone." Jenny gave the crazy man an odd look, raising an eyebrow and tilting her head, shuffling away a while away to find that she still couldn't see the poptart cat bopping in time with the music.
The man was looking at where her phone, new for her birthday, was in her hand, "I just need the battery, give it to me quick." His brown eyes were warm and deep, but something sad and broken lurked underneath, but that had nothing to do with his eyes – more the creases in his brow, and the bags under his eyes.
"Er…no thanks, Mr Weird-Man." Just as she was about to move away, far away; he hit the bottom of the phone, sending it into the air and caught it. He whipped off the cover, removed the battery, attaching it to a couple of cables from the television with the stick thing. The wonderfully repetitive sound of nyanning ceased, and was replaced with a fantastic creature, it was gold and dome-shaped with a whisk and a plunger.
Jenny smiled at the memory, but was jogged from her reverie by the closing of the TARDIS front door, a sharp slam against the silence…The Silence…where was that from…
"You have to come see this! D'you remember a year ago? Was it a year ago? Probably. Well," The Doctor, as she had come to know him, rock on his heels in a small circular pattern, "I asked for your phone battery, it was your birthday." It was a year ago.
"Yes, I remember quite clearly."
"Welcome back. Look over there." He pointed to a corner, where there was a tall skinny bloke popping the phone out of a young girl's hand.