Martha was having a bad day.
It had started much earlier, when she was just relaxing and ordering a coffee, when a crowd of angry Whovians came chasing after her, as per usual. She grabbed her coffee and started to run, the fans chasing after her.
She spilled the coffee on her shirt.
She stared at the stain as it spread, then spread, then soaked into her nice white shirt.
She glanced behind her. The Whovians were coming. She tried to run, but her foot was stuck to the sidewalk.
She bent down and looked at her shoe. It was stuck to the sidewalk on gum.
She shook her shoe off and kept on running.
The Whovians chased her to a swamp. She waded through the gunk. Her other shoe got stuck in between a rock. She had to shake that one off too.
She kept on running. The Whovians were getting closer. She turned a corner, and ran into the woods.
She kept on running and running. Her sock caught on one of the branches on a tree. She took off her sock and kept running.
Martha turned another corner back into town. Her dress caught on one of the spikes on a fence. She had to tear off the bottom of her dress to get away.
There were holes in her remaining sock. She threw it away when she passed another trash can.
The Whovians chased Martha to a road with lots of rocks. She ran barefoot on the rocks, and then-
"Hey, Jack, what are you reading?" Martha asked, holding a cup of coffee.
"A really bad fanfiction," Jack said, making a face. "That is not true! I like Martha! Well, she's nice when she isn't whining about the Doctor," he said, making a face.
"You whine about the Doctor too," Martha pointed out.
"Ya, but I do so in good moderation," Jack said. "I think he's all that's on your head in season 3."
Martha folded her arms.
