Rita had always been religious. Her family had encouraged it from a very young age – they were proper Muslims who followed the five pillars of Islam to the very letter. She hadn't really minded. As a teenage she'd found it annoying sometimes, but she hadn't ever known anything different. When she'd started university though, it was the most helpful thing of all. It gave her something to focus on, something she could use to hope that things got better.

She hadn't ever believed in the supernatural.

Not ghosts, or witches, or aliens (well, they were sci-fi).

So when she'd gone to sleep in her university dorm and woken up in a late 20th century style hotel she wasn't quite sure what to believe had happened.

And roughly ten minutes after she'd arrived she met an alien. That kind of rearranged her beliefs. Maybe she was dreaming?

After two days a strange man in tweed and a bow tie arrived, with a wiry man and a young woman with fiery red hair and a temper to match. (She also seemed to think they were idiots, they'd been here two days trying to escape and she presumed they hadn't tried the front door.)

The man in tweed called himself the Doctor and she couldn't help but be bemused by his apparent lack of name. However she couldn't really make a fuss about it – it seemed he was the most knowledgeable of all of them and she didn't really want to annoy him.

(Plus he was kind of cute – and apparently single – the red head (Amy) was married to the other man (Rory).)

He told them to hold onto their faith despite the monsters.

She was holding on. Usually it was so easy – it was ingrained since birth. But since coming to this place she couldn't seem to find the strength.

Praise him.

She knew she was in hell.

When she started praising the monster and not Allah, she knew that for certain.

Even the Doctor couldn't save her now.

(But she wished she'd gotten to see all of the stuff he'd promised. It was nice of him to offer.)

Praise him.