Still don't own anything.

Chapter Two

"Ah yes, I had quite forgotten about that advertisement," came the confused but sonorous voice of Charles Carson as he stared at the paper in the younger-looking man's hand. "And your name was?"

"John Smith."

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Smith. And, this, I presume, is Mrs. Smith?"

"Blimey, no!" cried the ginger, "I'm not his wife!"

Carson cleared his throat uncomfortably. "So sorry; I thought since you were traveling together…"

"My name's Donna Noble. I'm his…"

"Sister!" interrupted the brunette.

"Different last names?" questioned the butler.

"Half-sister," the skinny man amended. "My mum married Geoffrey Noble after my father died."

"I see. May I see your references?"

"John Smith" retrieved the paper from his pocket. Charles Carson seemed oblivious to the fact that this was the same piece of paper he had been shown before.

"Everything looks to be in order. Donna, you are to report to Mrs. Hughes. Tell her I sent you. John, if you'll follow me to your room, I shall explain your duties more thoroughly."

"John" and Donna parted ways, giving each other a covert wink.