'Excuse me, mademoiselle, you may want to put on a skirt,' Martha looked around to find a young man with dark blonde hair gently touching her shoulder to get her attention, 'this part of Paris is a bit rough, you wouldn't want to give the men the wrong impression. I've seen it end nastily.'

'Oh…thank you, I'll…yes I'll change' Martha looked down at her usually so practical jeans and frowned. She hadn't expected to be ending up in mid-nineteenth century Paris, but something had messed up…again. She was just taking a walk while she waited for the Doctor to come back.

'What's your name?' she asked the youth, hoping to maybe find a guide

'Combeferre, at your service,' he said as he shook her hand,

'Martha,' she responded with a smile.'

'You look a little lost, would you like any directions?' Another, slightly shorter man had bounced up behind Combeferre, and introduced himself as Courfeyrac with a bright grin.

'Erm, well I'm not here for long, I was just taking a walk, I don't really know anywhere, or anything' Martha replied

'She should totally come to the Musain,' Courfeyrac said to Combeferre, who nodded in agreement, 'Just a one off' he said to Martha, taking her arm and leading her down the street.

'It's a café where we meet with some friends sometimes and just…talk' Courfeyrac started to explain

'About politics mostly, but sometimes we have to try to hold interventions for Grantaire, or convince Joly he's actually not sick' elaborated Combeferre.

They had turned down a small street and she could see the sign of 'Café Musain' on the door of a small, cosy looking building, when a group of seven or eight young men, and a girl dressed as a man burst out, holding red flags, French flags, and wearing tricolour rosettes, shouting 'Vivé la France!'

Martha, Combeferre, and Courfeyrac were dragged along with them, as the blonde at the lead explained simply to them 'It's started. Lemarque's funeral'

Martha didn't quite understand what happened in the next couple of hours, somehow she seemed to have interrupted a funeral procession, built a barricade, started a revolution, and made friends with the girl dressed in the boy clothes, also Joly the hypochondriac medical student, because he trusted her judgement on his imagined maladies, as she had been able so successfully name every bone in the hand faster than he could. She just hoped the Doctor would somehow find her.

'MARTHA' called the Doctor, panic spreading through his chest. He couldn't lose her. Not another one. Not after Rose, 'MARTHAA'

'DOCTOR?' He sighed in relief as he heard her reply, 'I'M AT THE BARRICADE'