Sarah Jane finds herself running from another unknown enemy. She is able to feel the presence hot on her tail without even being able to see it. The streets empty, not a car in motion. Everything abandoned. Her brown leather riding boots pound against the pavement still, "And people wonder how I keep in shape." She mumbles to herself. Suddenly, she feels herself being pulled into a dark alley, a hand held over her mouth though she's able to tell it isn't being done out of malice. She closes her eyes a moment, attempting to catch her breath though she's able to feel her heart continue to pound in her chest. The hand slowly releases her, causing her to spin around quickly. "Thank you." She says simply, quickly.

The young woman stands before her, a shocked expression filling her face. She pulls the other woman closely into a hug, holding her a moment before she's pushed off. "Sorry." She mumbles, her mind feeling the need to quickly come up with a reason, "There's...I thought I was alone. It's good to see another face."

However, there's something about this person, something familiar. "Is there some place more safe we can retreat to?" When the young woman nods, Sarah Jane follows her closely, not saying a word until they reach their destination. She aids in barricading the entrance, turning to see a row of booths and tables. A diner. "What is your name?" Sarah Jane looks over, taking in the girl's attire, similar to her own down to the brown leather riding boots.

"I'm...I'm Andrea...sometimes Dre...usually Drea..." She glances around, "Andrea...Jones. Andrea Jones." The young woman folds her arms, her accent distinctively eastern American. She smiles a little, "Fancy a cuppa?"

Sarah Jane smirks ever so slightly, "I've always said if everyone around the world just sat down-"

"-for a good cuppa, all the issues would be solved." Drea finishes the statement, chuckling a little with a hum, "I think so too, if it means anything."

"I'm Sarah Jane Smith." She extends her hand.

"Yes...I'm a fan." The younger woman grins broadly, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be a novelist."

Sarah Jane shakes her head, her smile widens, "But...we've never met...and you aren't even...Where are you from?"

Drea picks her head up, not here at least, she says to herself, "You've done quite a bit for women in journalism. I write non-fiction novels...some based on topics you've covered in your articles." She pours the tea into two porcelain mugs, milk and a splash of vanilla on top, "They haven't any whole beans...sadly."

"Where are you from?" She asks again, this young woman was far too similar to herself to just be a coincidence. Her tone sharp, worrisome.

"America...New York." The younger woman nods, slowly removing her jacket and placing it on the back of her chair, "You're from Hertfordshire, correct?" When Sarah looks more and more alarmed, "Your accent." Drea picks her hands up, "I'm not stalking you or anything."

"You...but you...You saved my life. There are..." Sarah slowly takes a seat across from the other woman, "I need to contact my children...not to mention the others..."

"Your children?" Drea picks her head up.

"Yes. Luke and Sky..."

She begins to chuckle to herself more, "And how old are they?"

"Twenty and ten." The words escape her lips shakily, unsure.

"You have a ten year old?"

"Yes, is that so-" Sarah Jane scowls, defending herself.

"No, that's not what..." Drea shakes her head, interrupting the woman, "I didn't mean to offend you, I apologize. I just mean you seem like a woman who wouldn't have any children, much less two." She tilts her head side to side, stretching, "I doubt they're around though. No one is around. Not your children, not my kid...they're all gone."

"I could say the same about you." Sarah Jane takes a sip of her tea, not able to conceal her pleasure in it.

She shrugs, "I didn't bring her with me. She's...She perished with her father." Drea pauses, taking a sip of her own tea, "We will search for them...for your children...for anyone. Try and get a few answers."

"I'm sorry." The woman reaches a hand across the table, taking hold of the other woman's and gripping it tenderly while biting her lip, "I didn't...I shouldn't have-"

"Please, Ms. Smith, there's no way you could have known. It's...it's in the past. Everything is right? Isn't that how it always works?"

"You sound like someone I once knew." Sarah Jane continues to study the young woman in front of her, "Tell me more about yourself. All the way from New York City, how did you end up here?"

"Staten Island..." Drea laughs a little, "Not New York City, I've worked pretty hard to rid myself of that accent." She brings the eggshell colored, porcelain mug to her lips again, taking a sip, "My mother was from here...my father was not...to put it simply. I was technically born in the states. My mother had heard that my father had been spotted near this forest where children were going missing and she...she searched and searched for him...for years. Then, she gave up and we came back here...I shouldn't say that. She didn't give up. She never gave up, just realized that there were more important things to deal with instead of waiting on some guy that may or may not even be there anyway."

"Okay." Sarah Jane quickly stands, backing away from the table, "This has to be...you have to be a servant of the Trickster. There has to be something..."

"For once, not this time." Drea shakes her head, getting up. She carries the two empty mugs to the front counter, leaving money next to the cash register, "Service here was terrible, had to do everything yourself. I'm not leaving a tip, I can tell you that." She says jokingly.

"Are you a Slitheen, a Qetesh, Chameleon, Fleshkind-"

"Not Tellurian, not Veil inhabited, not even Katurian." She pulls her thick, brunette hair back to show her the sides of her neck, "See? No surgery scars."

"How do you know all of this?" Sarah Jane stomps her foot against the floor, her tone fearful and demanding.

"Sarah Jane, every point in time has an alternative."

The tall man with the dark curly hair and the long scarf grinned down to her before looking his brown suede hat over and placing it onto his head, "Even this...your life, is an alternative time. There could be dozens of others...hundreds. Every outcome has an opposite. Every important decision causes the timeline to splinter off."

"That sounds-" She placed her hands against her slim hips, covered in a floral print tea length skirt.

"Preposterous, I know. Does anything you've ever seen with me not sound preposterous when saying it out loud?" His crystal blue bulging eyes show a smile within them. He threw the long scarf over his shoulder again, "Come now, Sarah Jane. We have important work to do."

She huffs out a giggle, "You always say that. All of our work is important to you. No matter how insignificant."

"And saving the world isn't important to you?" His tone playful, as usual, "One wrong decision, Sarah Jane. One wrong decision and it could cause everything...absolutely everything to splinter...it could bring about the end of days. Everything is significant, Sarah Jane. Every decision, every alternate universe...they're all significant."

"Are you..." She licks her lips absently, stepping closer to the other woman, "Are you the-" Sarah Jane finds herself unable to complete the statement, the words she had heard from only one man playing over and over in her head.

"Oh, God, no. Sorry to burst your bubble." Drea shakes her head, laughing a little to herself.

"Alternative..." She says to herself, "You're from another timeline...an alternative universe." Sarah Jane knows that she's right. She knows this young woman isn't originally from here. She picks her wrist up, flipping it open to use the scanner concealed inside, facing it toward the strange, yet familiar young woman, "Friend or foe...I can't ever be too sure now-a-days."

"I don't expect you to be." She slides her hands into her pockets, her light gray vest pulled tightly over her slim fitting black cotton t-shirt. Skinny jeans fit perfectly inside her sable color riding boots, "In fact, I'd be disappointed if you were."

"There was this woman once...she stole my life out from under me..." Sarah Jane finds herself mumbling, unknowing why she feels so comfortable with the young woman, "Made me believe I was going mad."

"Ruby White." Drea nods, "I remember." She snarls her lip for a moment, "She was terrible, but her perfume was the worst though. Like...cinnamon and cheap wine mixed together. The memory alone is almost enough to make ya gag."

"One in the same. She came to your time as well?"

She laughs to herself again, throaty and deep, "Of course. She was a pain in the you-know-what to defeat too. If it weren't for Mister Smith-"

"Mister Smith exists in your time?" Sarah Jane's eyes widen some with a smile.

Drea nods with an affirmative hum, "Even K-9."

"How about that..." She grins more, "And you...you know me? My other...me that exists in your time...At least, it sounds like you live in my house."

"Everyone knows you." The taller woman pulls on her jacket, "Everyone that matters anyway." She pulls her hair from inside her collar, "However, we can chit-chat later. We have an invisible entity that is storming these streets for an unknown reason. I'm betting it's the same reason there's no one else around."

"This happened before. Rani and Clyde were left behind."

Drea nods, "The Judoon banned them from leaving the planet. If they were forcefully removed, the Automatrons would have been destroyed...not to mention what would have happened to that young boy or his planet." She smirks. "Which is why I don't think this is anything like that. I don't think there's another planet involved at all. Couldn't be."

Sarah Jane peers through a small opening in the window in an attempt to see anything, "We should attempt to reach Mister Smith. Maybe he can shed some light on all of this." She fishes her keys from her pocket, "Come now, Andrea." She takes the other woman by the hand, leaving through the back door and pulling her along to her car.

"First the yellow one, then the mint green. I've never understood why you buy such tiny cars...though, not really, I mean...you're not exactly a giant." She smirks, "No offense."

"This little body has gotten a lot of people out of some very tight situations. No offense taken." Sarah Jane can feel the being advancing on them and can only climb in faster, "Hurry." She calls out, watching as the other woman slams the door behind herself. "I'm sure everything will have a logical explanation."

"Logical is in the eye of the beholder. There's been plenty we've seen that is far from the realm of logistics." Andrea looks over to Sarah Jane as she buckles herself in, not knowing just how long this will all be able to continue without needing to reveal her true origins.