The girl sat on her bed, crying, weeping, silent tears dribbling down her face. She always cried these days. Everything just seemed to wrong with her life and now one more thing had just cropped up, and she couldn't deny how disgusted it made her feel.
"What ever is the matter, child?" said a man's voice. The girl continued crying. "Why do you cry? What could possibly be so terrible? Tell us, we can help you."
Anastasia looked up, sat in the shadow of her bed, she could not see the owner of the voice, but she could tell that somebody was there. They could not help her of course, but she just needed to let all her problems out to someone, anyone who would listen.
"I just feel so revolting," she sobbed, "I'm not even completely human anymore!"
"The doctor did the best he could, dear," said a woman's voice. "At least it's an improvement."
Anastasia began to rock forwards and back as she sat on her grotty old mattress, her eyes stinging with self-hatred and misery. She loathed what she had become, but knew there was nothing she could do to change what had happened. That had all begun so long ago; she was surprised she could even remember it. Then again, who could forget such a horrific incident?
"Yes, well, look what's happened now." She stood up on the bed, and as she did so, her feet lifted off the floor. From the darkest corner of the room, where she knew the man and the woman to be hiding, she heard an audible gasp.
The Doctor pranced around the control room of the TARDIS, his new companion watching and laughing at him as he did so. This new girl was not all that dissimilar from some of his previous companions. She was young, smart, and had little faith in the world around her. She did not realise how important she was, and it was up to him to show her.
Lucy, visually, appeared average – for a human at least. She was average height and average weight. She had light brown hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. Ordinary, but so much more.
"So where are we going then?" the companion asked the driver, curiously, still giggling about the Doctor's foolish dancing.
"Where would you like to go?" he replied, sweeping his floppy fringe out of his face after doing a crazy twirl on the spot.
Lucy thought for a bit, then said, "How about... the seventeenth century?"
"What's so special about the seventeenth century?" the Doctor asked, suddenly stopping his dance and looking at the young human girl.
Lucy smiled back at him and said "Why don't we go and find out."
The Doctor grinned. "I like your thinking, Lucy Riley."