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Lucy stood as still as a pillar, not daring to move. She had three facts to her knowledge and nothing more. One: she was soaking wet - and freezing. Two: she was inside a ship called the Tardis. Three: the bewildered man before her was called The Doctor.

"Hello," he ventured, stepping forward achingly slowly.

"I...I-" Lucy stopped herself. She didn't know what to say.

"You...what?"

"I d-don't know what to say." She wiped water out of her eyes. "I-I don't remember how I got here, but I know where I am...and I know who you are."

"Uhhh...Well, this is a new one." He swung an arm around her shaking shoulders and she let him guide her down a flight of steps and down a corridor. For some reason she felt the desire to trust him. No, more than that. She did trust him.

"Why don't we get you some dry clothes and have a good ol' mystery-solving chat?" He turned them into a room filled with outfits on racks. On the left wall was a shelf filled with towels, and the opposite wall had a similar shelf with a variety of hats. "Choose anything you like," he said, "except the velvet robe. Hugh Hefner gave me that robe." He shot her a silly grin and disappeared down the hallway.

Strange little fellow, that one, she thought. I think we'll get along quite well. She approached the racks of coordinated outfits, laughing to herself and feeling like a kid in a candy shop. Brushing her fingers across the fabrics, she soon found herself marvelling at the last outfit on the last rack. It was a red cotton sweatshirt with a black denim skirt. She glanced down, where a pair of apparently brand new black and white chucks aligned with the outfit. Crossing her fingers for luck, she bent down to check the tongue on one of the shoes. Size 8.

"Fate!" She cried out, then winced, reminding herself that she was not alone on the ship.

Five minutes later she stepped out into the console room, towelling her curly hair and feeling fresher. "Glad you could find something tolerable," The Doctor quipped, winking. She smiled back. "So," he continued, "Tell me everything you remember. But first, what's your name? You know me, so it's only fair."

"I'm Lucille. Human."

"Hmm," he responded, "Lucille Human. Odd name, but who am I to judge?"

"No," she huffed, "My name is Lucille and I'm human."

"Ohhh, I see. Why'd you feel the need to specify? Well, I suppose you know I'm not human. Well, I suppose you might not. Well, I suppose I'll just let you tell me."

Lucy stopped drying her hair and tucked the towel over her shoulder. "I thought I should probably specify because you have a sentient spaceship and humans don't have that kind of technology, if you even want to call it that. In fact, humans will never have that kind of technology."

"Aaand how do you know that?"

"Well I-" She paused. "I don't know, actually. That's...strange."

"Well, Lucy - mind if I call you Lucy?" The Doctor slipped his hands into his pinstriped pockets. "Just tell me what you know. I'll try to help in any way that I can."

"Okay. The last thing I remember…" She thought really hard. Really very hard. It shouldn't have been difficult to remember. Remembering your own life wasn't supposed to be difficult - it's just something you do. She furrowed her brow, cursing to herself. Nothing. Absolutely no tangible memories. Well, there were...Glimpses. Short bursts of things she remembered seeing, things she remembered feeling, and something else...

"Lucy?"

"Uh, right. I remember...Cold. Freezing cold, oh, the coldest I've ever been in my life. And it was wet. I don't know from what. Maybe rain? There might've been someone else, but it was so dark and I couldn't tell. So, so dark and-" She jolted upright and the towel slipped from her shoulder.

"What? What is it?" The Doctor leaned forward, either intrigued or concerned.

"I was running. I was running from something." Her breath seemed to catch in her throat. "I don't even remember what it was, but I'm so afraid." She looked to The Doctor, tears welling in her eyes. "Why am I so afraid of something I don't remember, Doctor? Why don't I remember?"

The Doctor sighed, running a hand up from the back of his head and tousling his mess of brown hair. "I don't know." His look of sympathetic despair turned to one of determination as he turned to her and said, "but we're going to figure this out. I promise you."

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