Last time, with The Guardian...

After I dropped off River, I went back into my TARDIS. I was about to fly away, when The Doctor pokes his head into my TARDIS.

"WAIT! Do you want to come with us?" He asks in a rush, and all I could say was that that was the happiest day of my life.

NOW, WITH THE GUARDIAN...

"Alright, after we drop off The Guardian's wardrobe (My TARDIS looks like a wardrobe) we will travel into the future and see what the psychic distress call was about!" he says as he starts to go to Zoe's Grandmother's house.

"Can we take it with us? I feel kind of attached to it." I ask, and he looks at me, as if calculating something. I already calculated if we could take it with us, and I'm sure we could. But only if The Doctor agrees.

"Sure, I guess." he says, I could tell that he wasn't happy with it. But, if he was going with me, I would let him take his.

"Alright, so we're going straight there! It's sometime close to the 3100. Get ready for the future!" he says this all the while he's pulling levers and pressing buttons like his hands were on autopilot.

"So, who sent the distress call?" Amy asks, in the scottish accent. Her scottish accent.

"Don't know. Don't you just love surprises?" he says as he flips the final lever. A bit of rocking and rolling and my wardrobe almost falling over, and we're there.

"Alright! Do we want to check the sensors or or just go out there?" he asks, and I respond with "let's check the sensors!" but Amy and Zoe were already out the door.

"Well, I guess that answers it!" The Doctor says, and jumps out the door. I shake my head and step outside. I then see someone up on a stage with a little girl that looked about ten, and a boy that was a bit taller than her standing next to her. I then heard this woman shout out, "Would anyone like to volunteer for the Hunger Games?" I wasn't sure what she was talking about, so I asked someone what they were.

"Where have you been the last 74 years? It's the annual games where the tributes fight to the death." I was surprised at this. Then I looked up and saw the little girl, and I knew what I must do.

"I volunteer!" I shout, and everyone looks back at me. I continued to stare at the woman confidently, and she called me up to the stage.

"How old are you?" she asked, and I wasn't sure why she asked me this, but I answered. Untruthfully, of course.

"17." I reply, and she was surprised. I don't look that old, do I?

"Really? You look like you're a bit older. Oh well!" she says this as if this is all a game, as if we weren't being sent to our deaths. I felt anger beginning to build up inside me, but then I looked at the little girl, who was staring up at me with surprise and gratitude. I instantly melted, and I turned towards the crowd.

"Alright! I take this girl's place in the Hunger Games!" I shout, but I don't get a response. I turn to the girl.

"What's your name?" I whisper to the little girl, and she looks up in shock.

"You don't even know me, and you're taking my place? My name is Rue."

"Where are we?" I ask quietly, and she took on an even more shocked face.

"This is district 11, dumbo! Don't you live here?" Rue asks, and I'm still not sure where I am. It's definitely Earth, I can smell it, but I'm not sure where. I can narrow it down to North America, but that's still a big place.

"We will be taking our tributes to The Capitol! Then, the Hunger Games arena!" the woman says as she has guards take us to a train. I'm not sure this was a good decision yet.

So, this is chapter 1 of this story, and I hope that a late night drive from the buffet is enough that I got a good idea. So, enjoy it, hate it, want to shoot the author for it, I don't care. All I want to do is get these stories out there. Bye! :D