Chapter One: Wanderer

She stood under the great waterfall in the institute as if marvelling at its height. It, indeed, was tall and the immense power of the water flushing down it was quite, well, immense and powerful. Yet that was not what she could think of.

It was an obvious sign that she had been on Earth far too long, as she began to stop wondering at the marvels around her. However, as she was still a teenager (even for her kind), she did have an excuse, and because of that she still held her immaturity. Actually, she grasped onto it. The main reason being because maturity on Earth meant she would have to get a job and start paying bills; which didn't appeal to her.

But all she thought when she saw such a tall-standing object that gushed fluids from its highest peak, was of what it reminded her of. Oh yes, how phallic it was. And this made her giggle ever-so slightly.

It was thankful that her host, the one with the long, dark-blue, trench coat, was not back with his team or she'd have been seen. Of course, she knew they would check the tapes but she thought it would be quite funny to see there faces when they realised she'd had a wander around their 'establishment' - especially when she'd been locked in.

Now, of course, she was going to lock herself back in before they came back but she believed that the corridor out of the cells wasn't enough of an adventure. Mainly because all she had seen where the smelly weevils, and in her honest opinion they weren't exactly that interesting. Surely, a better adventure would involve her having starring-roles on many more of they're CCTV camera shows.

However, she was about to rethink this idea when she found something that didn't make her giggle. In fact, it made the fur on her back stand to attention. There was an ancient kind of screeching noise, and it swooped around and above her before circling the phallic waterfall. It was, of course, some kind of prehistoric beast; what more do you expect from a place with amazing and yet dangerous time-travelling and alien equipment. She'd seen some creatures like it in the books at the libraries she'd wandered into, and she was certain that she'd seen it at one of the museums she just happened to come across.

It was because of these trips that she knew, for a fact, that it shouldn't be there. Such a thing should, in fact, be extinct. And actually, she knew as another fact, she'd defecate in her pants if it flew any where near her!

For obvious reasons she didn't like dangerous beasts that were allowed freedom (which is not her being a hypocrite, because she's actually not dangerous. She's civilised, after all). She doesn't like being prey, though, and it gives her a quite unnerved feeling if she is. Especially as she wasn't prey to much on her planet; like humans on Earth who are only prey if they are stupid enough to be such.

After it flew away, she took a few seconds to think, and change her mind about the whole adventure out of the safety of her small cell, before turning sharply back to the corridor. Back towards the weevils, she went and it was the best idea. After all, she was going to be safe, and the Torchwood team would probably be coming back sometime.

Maybe soon.

Well, she hoped soon, just in case the beast could find its way to her and then have the ability to get through into the cell to eat her. She shuddered at the thought of being hunted down. She shuddered at the thought of liking the cell instead of freedom. On the other hand, the thought and fear of being hunted and maybe killed was far greater than her pride. Consequently, she got back in the cell and got to work on locking it back up.