She leaned back on the seat, letting the warmth of the whiskey envelop her in that security which she craved. Taking another sip of the drink which burned down her throat and set into her stomach comfortably. She felt the blood rushing to her cheeks, the alcohol leaving the golden feeling which she felt when she let her powers out. The nightcap was what she needed, what made her calm and collected thinking about what she experienced in the afternoon. She turned on the music by a touch screen next to her. The soft crooning of Nat King Cole settle into the air as background music. She picked up the textbook lying on the table next to the speaker.

Picking up where she left off. A certain student at the Luna University had studied astronomical physics along with other types, with her, telling her that her concept of it was more comfortable with time travelers.

She grabbed a pen from the glass table that held her prized possessions since coming here. The pen was sleek and smaller than most pens. It was right next to a sonic screwdriver that looked like so different from the Doctor's. It was a gift from a friend. It looked like a Mark I model but had more than a hundred settings. It was small and looked like a wand from cinderella. Her brother called it her trusty wand.

And that thought sent her to a quick depression, thinking about the people she loved whose lives had been taken from them too early for her liking. She thought about James, Tony, Mum, and Pete. She loved and missed them, but she had grieved for too many years.

She couldn't protect them from their deaths but she sure as hell will protect the ones she loves in this universe. So she would put on her body armor. She would put on a costume and give him security.


Rose, stark-naked, walked into her closet that was the size of her very large bathroom. She walked up to the part of the room that held her evening wear with her dresses that she wore to the celebrations in this place. She kneeled to grab the box hidden by the tails of the dresses and coats. She left the closet and turned of the light silently, changing into her armor. Not to protect Rose, but the Doctor.


"Well, i've got to say. Out of all the prisons i've been in. This one tops it all." Martha walked out of her room and into the sitting area of their presidential suite/prison.

The Doctor was still sulking over Rose. Donna could see this from the crease on his forehead.

"Are you alright?" Donna put a hand on his shoulder, studying him. He opened his mouth to answer 'I'm always alright.' Then all three heard a loud thump behind them.

"I've had better landings." A voice came from behind them. The figure reminded the Doctor and Martha of the slabs from the Royal Hope hospital. Martha grabbed a vase filled with flowers from the coffee table.

"Who are you?" Donna was nonplussed, and irritated.

"A friend." The black motorcycle helmet held dark tinted glass that prevented from seeing who was inside. The voice was russian and feminine. The accent didn't make the voice seem harsh, it accented it well. Soothing crooning voice that calmed the three frightened and angry, prisoners.

"Are you here to help us get out?" Martha put the vase down. Donna was eyeing the Doctor, he tensed as if waiting for attack. The mysterious woman in the black leather jacket and tight trousers sensed that she was viewed as an enemy.

"Not today. Your ship was taken by the rebel forces." She put her hands up. "I represent them and we will take you to your ship..." She paused as if in thought. "hours before your execution, I apologize but that was the only day where one of our moles in the system could escape too."

When the Doctor heard that there was a mole in the New Peladonian Empire, he didn't know whether to hope that it was Rose.

"Who's the mole? How can we trust you when you're hiding behind that helmet?" Martha narrowed her eyes, her training making her ready for what the stranger might do.

"Will you trust me if I take it off?" The stranger took off one of her gloves "I'm not a slab." Her long red nails clipped something from under the helmet.

"We won't trust you completely. But we will trust you enough if we can see your face." Donna went back to stand behind Martha.

The stranger shrugged. Then bent to remove her helmet. When she took it off they were all face with long blood red hair, a bit that they didn't expect was the stranger's face hidden by a mask. There were no straps, and the mask didn't seem to meld with her face, but the curves of the mask left a lot to the imagination to who she was. Her neck was covered by a long necked jumper.

"All of you seeing my real face, will result in death. Everything will be revealed in time." The stranger said.

"Why?" The Doctor stepped closer to her.

"Spoilers." She answered and the Doctor stepped back to examine her. Her figure was smaller than River's. So he ruled her out completely. Maybe it was just a coincidence.

Martha and Donna snapped out of the irritation of the mysteriousness and the events from earlier today.

"Everything will be revealed in due time." She said softly to the room "And Captain Jack says 'Hello'"

"Is that really what he said?" The Doctor asked with bitter amusement.

"You don't want to know what he really said." The mysterious voice answered.