London by night.
The air ship drifts over the graceful buildings, twinkling lights. It should be romantic, should be everything I've ever dreamed of… It should be beautiful… But all I see are the memories.
The Powell Estate… It used to be the centre of my world. I was born there and I expected to marry, have kids and … you get the picture.
Henrik's department store, the place where I first met him… you… You grabbed my hand and told me to run. It seemed like we never stopped.
Big Ben, where I danced with Captain Jack.
The Houses of Parliament... I got blown up there.
And Canary Warf… the place where I died.
This world should be different. I mean I know it's parallel and stuff but I expected something that didn't look quite so much like home. Same buildings, same people.
I saw Sarah Jane Smith the other day and I forgot that she wouldn't know who I was. There's me, talking away like an idiot when all she wanted to do was escape. She looked at me like I was some kind of mad woman.
I dunno. I thought that maybe, somewhere, you'd be here too. If this universe has Time Lords… God knows but I've looked. First, I imagined that you might have a different face, so I searched for the TARDIS. The TARDIS, I thought, wouldn't change. Some museum might have a blue box that's bigger on the inside than it is on the outside, but I haven't found it. Then there were the rumours, the stories, tall tales told by an old bloke who claimed to be a brigadier. I spent three hours in a nursing home listening to him talk about Daleks and Cybermen, and Yeti. If he hadn't mentioned Abominable Snowmen in the Underground, I might have believed him.
So what did I do? What does anyone do when their dreams die? Move on. Get a life.
Except… except it's not that easy. Especially tonight. I shouldn't have let him bring me here.
There's someone else, you see. No… not Mickey. Someone new. He's not you but a girl can't be too fussy. He looks a lot like you. Same eyes, same hair … better dress sense. He wears Gucci not Converse but when he holds me, I can pretend.
He's here now putting his arms about me, pulling me away from the window… from my memories.
"Come back to bed," he whispers in my ear.
"Yes Master," I smile back.
He laughs.
"I love it when you call my name."