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I took a deep breath and walked up to the lost-looking woman standing beside the railway tracks. Far away in the distance I could see the train creeping nearer. I watched the woman and soaked in her appearance: long bleach-blonde hair, and hazel eyes, marred by black tear stains. I knew this woman, yet she was still a stranger. Slowly, ever so slowly, I approached her.

"Don't do it," I whispered.

She flinched and turned to stare at me. "Why?" Was all she asked.

"Because he loves you and you love him, and together you will be happy," I answered.

"You can't know that," she cried, so quietly it broke my heart, "You can't possibly know that. I loved him, but he left me with someone else. He can't just leave me with another man. It's not the same; it can never be the same."

"You don't have to believe me," I assured her, "but you still can't do this."

"Why?" she asked. The same question, but this time backed by a more biting tone. Make me, it taunted.

"Because of her." I motioned to her stomach.

"How can you-" she started, but I cut her off.

"You name her Reinette. It means 'Little Queen'. Fitting for a Tyler, don't you think? Do you remember Reinette? The girl in the fireplace? The girl who waited and waited for her imaginary friend to appear? You're daughter's just like her. Fierce, loyal, independent. Smart as a whip; she graduates from college at the age of 16. Fluent in every language you can imagine. She loves silly hats, hates the color yellow and refuses to eat anything that smells like M&Ms. She loves winter, and hot chocolate, and sitting by the fire while her mum reads her stories she's heard a thousand times. She loves Christmas more than anything in the world. When she was nine, her dad gives her a pony. He's pure white. His name is Arthur (good name for a horse, don't you think?). She plays the violin (poorly), sometimes gets in fights with her friends, and had her first crush when she was twelve. To an older boy, no less. When her friends teased her for liking someone older than her, her mum just laughed and told her, 'The older ones are always the best ones.' She looks just like you. But also like him. Both of you, synthesized perfectly together. And he loves her almost as much as you do, and almost as much as he loves you."

"That, is why you can't go through with this."

I stared her and watched as tears filled her eyes. "I want that to be true so badly," she pleaded with me.

"Then make it true."

And I turned and walked away.

I walked down the train station and out the door, where my mother waited next to our odd blue box: a machine perfectly capable of taking any shape, but for some reason always chooses to adopt the shape of her sister ship. She opened the door and she saw me approach. Tears filled her eyes, matching those of the woman I just left. She wrapped me up in a huge bear hug and sobbed,

"Thank you Reinette Tyler. You just saved my life."

This is a rubbish story, I know. But it came to me while I was studying and I had to write it down. If you want more about Reinette Tyler ever, just review and say so. I've written whole "Doctor and Rose's daughter Chronicles" that I've never been motivated to get down on paper.

Thanks for reading.