Cold and darkness surrounded her. All her hopes shattered days ago when her cousin took her throne and locked her in the creepy Tower o London. She was scared but not only for her own being but for the safety of her people. Mary I was already starting her horrible executions that were going to create the legend of Bloody Mary.

Jane Grey, she was Lady Jane Grey and she kept telling herself that she has to always remember who she really is: The True Queen of England. However, all that she could do was circle her own prison, searching hopelessly for a way out. Something inside her kept telling her that she'll never be queen again and that Jane I and her 9 days reign were going to become just some short and insignificant chapter in England's History: Henry VIII, Edward VI, Jane I.

Oh, Edward, so young death took him. His sickness made him weak so when he named Jane to be his successor, she should have known that things weren't going to settle without a fight against her vindictive cousin, Mary, Edward's half-sister. She knew it would not be safe, but all she ever wanted was to be a good and honest and right ruler for her people. All this fight for the throne... she remembered her teachers telling her about the War of the Roses, an endless civil war that didn't do any good to the commoners. She promised herself back then that she'll never end up like this, but never thinking that she would become the queen she had no way of predicting what was going to happen. However, fate is something we don't expect or anticipate, or change. It just strikes whenever we are the happiest.

"I'm going to die here!" Jane whispered in the dark, her voice creating a small echo, reflected by the stone walls. It sounded week, just like her.

Suddenly, a strange noise filled the air, louder and louder,while a wooden box appeared out of the blue in her cell. It had some strange light on top that made the walls around her visible while shaping the form of the box. Carefully moving closer towards the strange object she could read clearly- Public Police Box, written in glowing letters.

With a silent move, the small doors opened and a gray haired man with stepped out waving something looking like a wand with a green light with his right hand while with his left closed the doors behind him. Jane stepped back as soon as the strange old man exited his box, and using some rusty fork, she put her body in a defensive posture.

"Whoever you are, stay right there, don't move any closer...sir."

"Oh it looks like the Tower of London is never empty. Elisabeth Woodville's sons were her once. Ugh, I hated those kids with their royal arrogance, well not really hated but...Who are you this time?" the stranger asked.

"My name is Jane, first of my name and I am the true queen of England. Who are you?"

"Oh. Royalty arrogance again. Well I'm the Doctor and I'm a Lord of Time, not that you've heard of me anyway..."

Jane didn't lower her fork.

"How did you enter my cell?"

"Of course, even locked up, you still have properties. I have a magic box, called the TARDIS,..."

"Can it go both ways?"

"What? Go where?"

"If you got in using your box, can you also get out?"

The doctor looked back at the TARDIS then at Jane.

"No, I just came here out of sheer pleasure planning to spend the rest of my life in a bad smelling prison. Of course I can. What sort of stupid question is that?" said the Doctor sarcastically.

Jane was determined to make use of that opportunity. Gathering all her strenght trying to sound as much authoritative as she could she told the Doctor:

"I demand that you escort me out off this place and take me to my allies!"

The Doctor replied quickly:

"Oh, you don't demand, my dear! You are not in a demanding position."

Jane realized that was actually true so she tried to sound as polite as she could this time hoping that the stranger won't refuse her again. She thought about the way other people used to address her during ceremonies or even in private during the old days.

"Sir, if it's not too much bother on your behalf, would you be kind enough to escort me out of this place of great suffering?"

"It would be my honor to be of service to your gracefulness." the Doctor replied with only a hint of sarcasm this time.

"Thank you!" said Jane relieved lowering her fork and moving towards the stranger, still a little cautious and ready for anything.

The Doctor opened the doors and stood aside waving his hand in the direction of the box:

"Ladies first."

Jane had the obvious reaction facing the whole bigger on the inside concept.

"What sort of sorcery is that?" she asked pretty scared, trying to turn around and leave. The Doctor, however, already entered the TARDIS. He shut the doors behind him and ran towards the center of the room, where around a tall and strange column all sorts of buttons stood on an unusual circular table.

"This is magic only for the unknowing eye." The Doctor smirked.

"Are you saying that this...thing, is actually a machine made by men?"

"Not men, no, and more like a ship than just a machine, but you're on the right track."

Jane however wasn't really interested in details as all she wanted was to get to safety, to get to the people that she loved and survive this war.

"Can you take me to my allies?" she asked weakly.

"Yes, I can, the TARDIS can travel anywhere and anywhen."

Jane hesitated, looking into the Doctor's eyes. There was something wrong.

"Will you take me to my allies?"

The Doctor gave her a stern look.

"No."

"But you promised!" Jane started desperately.

"Not really. I only promised I would take you out of your cage. If you prefer to go back, then I'll just take you back."

"So you're doing what? Kidnapping me? Do you want some sort of reward in exchange of my life?"

"What? No. no no no."

"What is it then? Why can't I go home?" Home...that sounded so distant and made Jane think where exactly was her home in this battle.

"You're not supposed to ever get out of that prison. Mary will be queen and you will die beheaded."

Jane's heart sank.