Part 2 – Unsettling Developments
(By Morag MacPherson)

An intercom buzzed on with a sequence of two notes that were at just the interval that made Dawn feel queasy. "Bluth Company welcomes you to its model module for the Sea of Tranquility Orbital Community. Please feel free to make yourself at home." The recording sounded suspiciously like a man trying to sound like a woman. Dawn looked around, leaning on the handle of the lever, which almost immediately broke off, sending her sprawling onto the ground.

"Shoddy construction," she muttered.

The Doctor poked his head out of the TARDIS door. "You grunted and now you're on the floor."

"Aren't you just the observant one today?"

The Doctor clucked his tongue. "Sarcasm is so predictable. So, seeing as the TARDIS' time circuit appears to be completely buggered, I'm going to have to scrounge up a replacement part." He offered her a hand up. "Any ideas on where we are?"

Again, the intercom buzzed on. "Bluth Company welcomes you to its model module for the Sea of Tranquility Orbital Community. Please feel free to make yourself at home."

Dawn pointed up. "What the shemale said."

The Doctor quirked an eyebrow. "Bluth Company?"

"Apparently," said Dawn.

"Oh, jolly good, that means there's a frozen banana stand somewhere hereabouts. Not to mention that nobody will notice us scavenging for parts, bits are always falling off the Bluth modules. Clark, come on, we're going exploring!"

"Are we sure thith ith a good idea, Doctor?" Clark appeared in the threshold of the TARDIS, sans cowboy hat.

"Exploration's always a good idea, my scaly friend."

Dawn shook her head. "Except for the bit where we got clapped in irons and oh-my-god-I'm-even-starting-to-talk-like-you." She stomped her foot and the Doctor and Clark spun around to see her standing there with her hands on her hips. "Why the British accent? You're an alien. Why can't you have a normal accent that I won't pick up like an orally transmitted disease?"

The Doctor shrugged. "People find this accent to be innocuous. Plus, all the girls like it."

"It'th true, the girlsh alwaysh love the Doctor'th voice," added Offler.

Dawn rubbed her eyes. "Fine then. So what are we looking for?"

The Doctor started walking again. "Oh, you know."

"No, I don't," said Dawn, slowly, like she was talking to a small child.

"Yes. You. Do," mimicked the Doctor. "Look in the back of your head."

"What the heck – oh, we need three meters of aluminum tubing, ten meters of copper wiring, a Klining resonating crystal, and a magnet." She paused. "And a frozen banana."

"Actually, I just want the banana," replied the Doctor. This time, Dawn tackled him.

"Why? How. Did. I. Know. That?" she intoned, shaking his lapels as she perched on top of him.

"You're a Time Lord. There's a bit of a psychic connection between all of us, and by that, I mean the two of us, and the TARDIS. Some information is up for grabs for anyone who cares to look."

Dawn let his lapels drop and leaned back. "You're going to answer my next question, and I'd better like the answer."

The Doctor blinked. "Okay."

"You can't see my memories of sophomore year, can you?"

"Not unless you want me to."

Dawn hopped back up. "Fine. Don't go poking around in my head."

The Doctor returned to his feet rather more stiffly. "Well, now that that's settled – wherever did Clark go?"