A year had passed for Martha Jones since she had stepped out of the TARDIS and her adventurous life with the Doctor and Rose. There was no guessing how long or short it had been for them, but she was long past that life now.
It was a decision that took some getting used to, of course. Martha could recall her first night spent at home on a terrestrial bed in a year. She couldn't sleep a wink both tossing and turning all night just hoping for a light hum to break the silence. Thinking back it was quite funny but then and there it was almost a nightmare. She laid down that night just staring at the walls wondering and regretting her decision to leave when she did. What if she had stayed for just one more adventure? What would they have discovered together and then ran from later? Still, Martha had moved on and now several months later it was a totally different story.
Her life these days was beyond fulfilling and as she was doing more with her life than anyone could ever dream to do. Martha's life on the TARDIS had been a mere pause to her life, but now she was really and truly living it. It had been mere months after her travels, but finishing up her schooling to be a proper doctor seemed to be easier than before. Perhaps, it was all the new knowledge gained but more could be said about how the Doctor taught Martha to be confident with herself.
Martha's other worry had been the reassertion of her feelings for the Doctor, but with her life coming together the feelings disappeared much like the longing for more adventure. She had met someone or had rather had re-met someone. The doctor she had met during her travels during the year that never was had re-entered her life through her new position. Thomas Milligan had been re-assigned temporarily to Royal Hope and the two of them had clicked a first time, or to Martha separately her second. She's never told him about their first meeting and only a little about her previous experiences with the Doctor. Tom humors her stories not quite believing them, but Martha is ok with that. Now that she's really and truly happy with work, love, and a growing social life with new friends and a family that appreciates her it's fine that nobody will ever believe she flew in time and space with a mad alien. Blimey, she sounds a bit barmy for even thinking about it sometimes.
About a week ago, Tom had proposed, but there was still a small nagging little thing in the back of her mind. The structured and simple world in which she lived needed one more walk on the wild side. There had been only one man in all her life that could fit that description and do so with cheekiness, the Doctor. To celebrate her engagement and to say goodbye to her mad past once and for all Martha was ready for one more trip. She didn't care when and also didn't care where because everywhere with the Doctor is an experience worth treasuring. Such a shame that Tom will never believe Martha and not go with her.
So, here she was standing in her flat walking around before staring at the cellular phone she had bought nine months ago. With a little bit of trepidation Martha went over to her cell and pushed in the buttons to her old number. With the numbers entered in the screen read, 'The Doctor.'
Martha thought about putting the phone down and forgetting about it possibly to celebrate with her friends from the hospital or something, but she decided against it and finally pressed the 'send' button.
The phone dialed the number and it began to ring having connected to some location billions of miles and possibly years away. This was going to be fun...