The Doctor slumped against the railing of the TARDIS. Rose was gone. He couldn't believe it. Rose, his Rose, was gone forever, and he had no more goodbyes…

But if Rose is gone, who is that?

A girl was sprawled on the floor of the TARDIS, as if she had dropped out of the sky, and had been sitting in a chair just seconds previously. She was an almost severe-looking brunette, probably a teenager by human standards. She wasted absolutely no time in retrieving herself from the floor, dusting off her animal sweater and plaid skirt and straightening her headband, before turning to look at the Doctor, eyeing him suspiciously. For a tense moment, Rachel Berry glared at the Doctor. And he stared back. What?

"Who are you? Are you the new coach of Vocal Adrenaline?"

"What?"

"Have you kidnapped me? You have soiled the good name of show choir! My two gay dads will not hesitate to press charges!"

"What?"

"I CARRY A RAPE WHISTLE!"

"WHAT?"

Donna Noble straightened up, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead and straightening her dress. She had just had the strangest feeling, as if she had become very light and then very heavy again. Probably just wedding jitters.

But she couldn't help thinking, in some inorganic moment of rational thought, that this wedding could be a very bad idea.

Maybe she should call it off?

In a nondescript high school in Lima, Ohio, two cheerleaders walked down the hallway holding hands; One Latina and one blonde, the chord from the shared headphones of Santana's ipod dangling between them. All Cheerios were under express orders from Coach Sylvester to play a special soundtrack of mood enhancing music as they walked menacingly down the hallway, a playlist the coach had aptly titled 'Sue's playlist of doom.' Currently, the two were walking menacingly to the Imperial March on repeat. It was Brittany's favorite.

They arrived at a nondescript door in a nondescript hallway of the nondescript school, pausing for dramatic effect (Coach was very specific about things like this), before opening the door and preparing themselves to relay the results of their mission.

Sue Sylvester was anything but nondescript. If everyone was a flavor of ice cream, Coach would've been a scoop of mashed potatoes on a cone, with mustard on top.
Or so Brittany said.

"So, ladies," said the non-nondescript cheerleading coach, as the two took their regular seats, "enlighten me."

Brittany opened her mouth, undoubtedly to say something about lamps. Santana closed it with a look, before addressing the coach: "We added that stuff to her fruit water again this morning, like you told us to, and she just…disappeared. Right in the middle of Glee club." She rolled her eyes. "I'd hate to be on the receiving end of that."

Sue Sylvester was engorged with venom and triumph.

"Excellent. Then I AM VICTORIOUS. I've finally succeeded in my ultimate goal sending an old enemy a very annoying surprise, effectively ridding Glee club of their best singer-"

"No," said Brittany firmly," I'm the best, Santana said so."

"We'll talk about this later, Britt. Shh. Coach is monologuing. "

"Ridding Glee club of their best singer,effectively annhilating two fowls with one laser beam. Not only will this serve as a crippling blow to the Glee club of one overgelled William Schuester, but also to my old arch nemesis: The Doctor."

Santana blinked. A Doctor? This is what this entire scheme had been about? "A doctor? That's what this entire scheme was about? What, did you have to get a shot or something?"

Brittany shrugged. "I still think I'm the best singer."

"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY OFFICE!"