Chapter one
"Rise n' shine, Mistress Mary" came a cheerful voice from above. As Mary Lennox peeped up above her sheets, she glimpsed the maid, Martha, preparing her breakfast. Mary sat up with a groan.
"I's time to ge' up" said Martha, " oo' can go to the moor, today, and 'av a goo' loo' around" Martha gestured towards the window, and pulled back the red drapes. There was so much light spilling from the window that Mary squinted. Before her was a great climbing stretch of land that seemed to have no trees, and to look rather like a dull, endless, purplish sea.
"Do tha' like it?" asked Martha
"No, I hate it" replied Mary, with a scowl.
"so, Martha Jones, where to?" asked an energetic Doctor, as usual, acting like a small, excitable dog ready to go for a walk, practically jumping out of his shoes. The TARDIS hummed, as if it were the doctor's life source, just as loud, no nearly as energetic.
Martha laughed, "Well, we've been to the future, how about the past?"
"How long back?" queried the Doctor, scratching his greasy hair.
"Err…" Martha began, "the 1800's?" The TARDIS suddenly gave a lurch and spiraled out of control. Martha couldn't see a thing, as everything spun around her; no longer could she distinguish herself from the surrounding console, everything blurred into one.
When the spinning suddenly stopped, Martha almost laughed in hysteria. It was so probable that the TARDIS would mess up – it almost always did. Climbing to her feet, with difficulty, Martha glanced over to the doctor. To her shock, he wasn't moving.
"Doctor!" she exclaimed, running over to his immobile body, lying on the TARDIS's hard, grated floor. Hastily, she turned him over and checked him for a pulse. One side, yes. Thank god. The other… his heart wasn't beating. She knew the doctor had two hearts, but one wasn't making a sound.
To be continued…