"So what's this major difference then?" Victoria asked the strange man who called himself the Doctor. At first he ignored her, as he circled the console pressing different switches and typing in several complicated codes into a numeral pad. Finally he pulled one of the many receivers that lay on the dashboard to his mouth and yelled 'Friday' into it. "Excuse me, but what's so important on Friday?"

"Ah nothing that bit was just for fun." The Doctor wiped his nose. "We're going to a missing star, and it's very important that we restore it."

"Why's that?" Victoria asked with the feeling that she was going to spend most of her day asking things to this odd man. The Doctor breathed heavily onto one of the overhead monitors and cleaned off the screen with his sleeve.

"It's an important star, and so are it's planets." He mentioned as he pulled a pair of thick rim glasses out of his breast pocket. "You see, many, many years after you and everyone you know dies, humanity has exhausted the earth of it's resources and in the end the planet turns on you. The sun itself slowly begins to fade and the surviving humans are forced into exile. The star system that is supposed to be here will one day be the first glimmer of hope for those humans lost among the stars."

"Aha, so uh… what exactly did I change that un-made the star?" Victoria asked as she pretended to understand one of flashing indicators. "And how exactly do we fix things?" At this question the Doctor paused. He stopped dancing around his control panel and took a seat on a revolving stool that stood just out of reach of the console.

"Well, that's the thing. It isn't as if we could go back to when you first made the change and stop you from doing so, since the act of preventing your action would still somehow influence the universe's creation."

"How about we go back even further and stop you from parking your box in my alley?" Victoria suggested.

"Never works, just to easy, wibbly-wobbly, timey-whimey." The Doctor shook his head. "Nope, we'll just have to correct things one at a time, and for this star we are going to have to make it ourselves. Now, what was your name? And you wouldn't happen to know how to make a star now would you?" The Doctor broke form and asked his own question, (Two in fact.)

"Victoria, Victoria Terror, and no I do not."

"Terror? That's not what your mum calls you is it?" The Doctor argued.

"Terrene, Terror is just the stage name." Victoria admitted.

"Lovely, pick it out yourself did you."

"Well how about you 'Doctor'?"

"As a matter of fact I did so. Make people all better I do, take that how you like, but unfortunately for you my name isn't 'Star Engineer.'" The Doctor removed himself from the stool and ducked under the console, when he reappeared it was with a large dust covered book in hand. The volume landed on top of the console with a thud and the Doctor's face winced for a second. He blew the dust off of the cover, revealing a symbol of sorts: A constellation, in the shape of a telephone.

"Is it really that simple, we'll just phone an engineer to make us a star?"

"If it were that simple I would just ask one of the half dozen I've saved over the course of my life. Unfortunately this is a job for only the best, and He doesn't much care for me." The Doctor thumbed through the wrinkled pages and found the entry he had been searching for. "Ah old Sakko, let's hope he still exists after your little screw up, Vicky."

"Hey it was an accident jackass, and plus if he didn't exist any more then why would he still be in the phone book?" The Doctor breathed a sigh at this and explained:

"This phone book travels with me through time, and now so do you. Time travellers and their belongings don't get overwritten when something in history is altered. Make a note of that."

The TARDIS appeared out of thin air, as it always did, but this time in front of a cottage at the edge of a seemingly endless meadow. The Doctor and Victoria climbed out of the blue box and started down the dirt road towards the cottage.

"Doctor, the sky it's blood red!" Victoria gasped, looking up towards the stars.

"Sky's red here, we've landed on Diyanoid, welcome to another planet Miss Terror."

"A-another planet…" Victoria choked. After a moment of silence she shrugged and muttered. "Whatever, still sucks as much as earth."

"Oh what's wrong with it?" The Doctor objected.

"It's just the same old shit, nothing interesting, no flying cars."

"Always with the flying cars you lot. They aren't that great you know. Never liked any cars, now boxes I could talk for days about the appeal of proper box…" The Doctor smiled, adjusting his glasses. "Now, Victoria, I expect nothing less than your best behavior… you're representing the human race from this moment on." The Doctor lectured. He rapped on the door and a moment later a large housefly answered. Victoria went white, which was only a shade paler than she usually was, but you get the point.

"Ah, Ah, it's a-a a giant…" Before she could finish the Doctor clasped his hand over her mouth.

"Ah, yes, hello Sakko old boy. Remember me, this is Victoria, Sakko, Victoria, Victoria, Sakko." The Doctor induced the pair. Still shaking Victoria managed to fake a smile.

"What do you want Doctor?" the fly hissed.

"Well, I was wondering if you'd help us out for a tick, we've got a wee little star system that needs restoration. If you wouldn't mind of course."

"What's in it for meeee." Sakko groaned.

"Uh whatcha want?" The Doctor offered.

"My daughter, Pernart…" Sakko began.

"Captured by cultists? Space pirates?" The Doctor asked.

"…She lives with her mother, I just want to see her."

"Right, shouldn't take a minute. Vicky you stick around, I'll be right back." The Doctor announced, before Victoria could object he was already in front of the TARDIS. To Victoria, it hadn't appeared to have moved at all, but almost instantly the Doctor ran out of the TARDIS, his coat tattered full of holes. "Victoria, I may have forgotten to ask, but how fast can you run?" Before she could answer the Doctor yanked her arm and they sped past the cottage and down the dirt road towards a village that was nearly engulfed by the shadows of the mountains before it. "That Sakko, always a liar…well, not really, well a bent truth, well… I should have seen it coming, damn fly."

"What happened?" Victoria yelled to the Doctor, trailing steadily behind him.

"I told you he didn't fancy me at all, and I was right. He just tried to kill me!"

"But I thought he wanted you to find his daughter?"

"I should have figured it out when he told me her name, the females of his species don't have names. At least not that anyone would know about."

"Why's that?"

"Any man who gets close enough to them gets bitten to bits. There are literally millions of tiny fly daughters in the swarm behind us." As they reached the village, the cloud of flies seemed to dissipate and swarm upwards into the sky. Victoria and the Doctor ducked into a little shop that was just off the beaten path enough that anyone looking for them would be hard pressed to find them without being seen themselves first.

"I knew there was something wrong with that Sakko guy, thing." Victoria muttered while sipping an alien tea. "Is this whole planet full of those?"

"No, just old Sakko. Retired here, a cozy get away from his murderous wives and his billions of daughters. We'll have to come up with another way to make a star without Sakko, he won't speak with us again." The Doctor shook his head.

"Well what does it really take? I'm sure if a deadbeat dad whose an insect at that is so good at doing it, us humans should have no problem making one from scratch."

"Vicky that's it! Ugh I'm so off today. I've forgotten why Sakko's lot is so proficient at star crafting. It's the children! Sakko has no use for them but to use for his work… no wonder he left them behind when he retired." The Doctor stroked his chin in contemplation. "Oh and I'm not human…" he muttered under his breath. Victoria spat out her alien tea.

"Wh-what!?!" She managed.

"Not human, doesn't matter, what does is the plan."

"You've got a plan then?" Vicky asked, wiping the spit off her shirt.

"No, but I'll have one once we reclaim the TARDIS. Come along then…"

After circling over the village and surveying the area, the Doctor decided on a route through the forest that would lead back to the TARDIS. Night fell quickly on the town and under the starless sky the pair made their way into the wilderness. Victoria had been hiking through mountains as a child, but this alien planet was completely foreign to her. She silently followed him through the thick bush that lined most of the wilderness.

"Doctor it's almost pitch black, maybe we've gone too deep into the forest. We should go back…"

"Oh Victoria," The Doctor chuckled. "You'll learn quickly, that I never go back, I never turn around." He produced from his pant pocket a curious device. It looked to Victoria like a fancy astronaut pen like her brother Andy had all the way back at home. But it was more complex than it appeared. The Doctor twisted the strange device and a blue light came out of the tip of the strange pen. "Sonic Screwdriver, a million uses and always up for improv." The Doctor joked. Victoria stopped in her tracks.

"What are you then?"

"What's that?" the Doctor asked.

"Back at that shop, you told me you weren't human. You look human enough, but if you're not than what are you?" The Doctor shrugged at this.

"Victoria, you've been in a blue box that goes in outer space and to yesterday. You were perfectly fine visiting the beginning of time and kicking things off early with your own choice words. Why after all that are you so freaked out about me being from Pluto?"

"So Pluto then? What's it like on that planet?" Victoria took a step back as she questioned the Doctor.

"Firstly, Pluto's not a planet, at least not to you… really insensitive you earthlings. Size doesn't matter you know, secondly I'm not from Pluto, look count my arms. I'm…" Victoria leaned in closer.

"Your what?"

"I'm from a long time ago." The Doctor shook his head. "I swear I'm irrelevant at this point. Just a lonely old man with a screwdriver and a box."

"You don't look old…" Victoria commented.

"Oh I'm over 900 I'll have you know."

"Shit I hope I end up looking that good when I'm 900." Victoria laughed.

Just before daybreak they reached the TARDIS. The Doctor crept up to it very slowly, and motioned Victoria to follow him. Once inside He motioned that it was ok for them to discuss the plan.

"I kept thinking about what you said, about Sakko being able to make his stars from scratch. It doesn't work that way there has to be some kind of energy transfer, that's where his daughters come in. My guess is that he some how harnesses their kinetic energy to build the star. We've got to trick them into following us back to into space."

"How are we going to do that?"

"Simple. I tie you to the front of the TARDIS and just as the swarm is an inch away from your pretty little face I'll lock them in place with a second layer air corridor, Then we'll warp into space and I'll begin to harness their power."

"Your not serious about tying me up are you?" Victoria asked.

"Well unless you have another source of meat to lure in the swarm." The Doctor shrugged. "Normally I wouldn't ask this of you… but the others usually volunteer by this point."

"Others? You've had other people along with you? What happened to all of them, you dangle them in front of space monsters too?" Victoria sneered.

"Only the really crude ones." The Doctor mocked her.

Minutes later, Victoria Terror found herself tethered to the blue box she had once taken for a joy ride to the start of the universe. A thick mess of countless flies were swarming towards her, and safely inside of the box was a have crazy alien with a habit of omitting personal details when volunteering her for danger. Needless to say Victoria was terrified.

"They're on me!" She called to the Doctor, who responded immediately with the flip of a handle brake. The TARDIS took off with the bait and catch locked onto it. An instant later and they all were in the middle of space. The same lifeless spot where the future human's second home was to be. The bugs were curtained off from Victoria by an invisible force field, they did nothing to ward off the millions of flies but they did create the illusion of a wall between them and Victoria. Her eyes grew wide with fear as she stared at all the flies crawling on the wall, covering the universe that existed just beyond the swarm. The Doctor pulled her back into the TARDIS and slammed the door shut.

"Now for the tricky part." He said to himself.

"That wasn't the tricky part?" Victoria critiqued the man who she was becoming more and more certainly insane.

"No, now that we've got them all here, how exactly are we to harness their power into a star?" The Doctor leaned over the console, staring deeply into the monitors. "Think, think. What does that bastard Sakko do to make stars? Why does he need billions of daughters? Daughters who are literally killing machines, insects who are never given names—"

"What is it?"

"That monster. Oh Sakko you bloody monster."

"Doctor what is it?"

"He burns them out, one by one until their all nothing but ash. They must be nothing but a resource to him. That horrible little insect." The Doctor bit his lip in horror. "We can't do it, we can't be like him. I won't be responsible for another genocide."

"God you're full of surprises aren't you." Victoria groaned. "The secrets you keep could fill a planet." The Doctor's eye grew wide with inspiration.

"Or spark a star!" he shouted.

"Wait, what? Your just reaching now man… how can secrets make a solar system?" The Doctor slammed his arm against one of the coral looking pillars within the TARDIS, lowering a spiral staircase from the ceiling. Racing up to the next floor with Victoria just behind him, the Doctor made his way to the library. He grabbed an arm full of books and chucked them over the railing. The books fell just short of the ground, an artificial gravity field blocking them from hitting the floor. "What are all those for?" Victoria asked.

"My journals, memories. I've lived such a long time and I mean really lived. These experiences aren't just special to me, but they have a strong psychic radiation field. Wibbly-Wobbly, Timey-Whimey. Any way you cut it, if I shared just one memory with each of these girls they'll absorb the psychic energy and have enough power to remain alive after forging the star."

"That's pretty cool." Victoria nodded.

"Pretty cool, Vicky, it's far out!"

"Okay, now I believe you're 900…" Victoria Terror laughed.

And it appeared as if a billion fireflies lit up the small pocket of space around the TARDIS. Their shimmering swarm created a radiant star that shown down onto the earth and blinked at the lonely alleyway where Victoria Terror once met a Doctor.

"So it can't get much worse than that can it?" Victoria asked. The Doctor clicked away on his keyboard and muttered to himself as he traced a line on a screen with his glance. "I mean, a missing star, there can't be much harder tasks than that, right?" The Doctor rolled his eyes.

"Not again…" her groaned.

"What's wrong?"

"It's just so boring by now. There is one event in history that just won't stay put. It's the most frequently iritic moment in time."

"How's that?"

"Time's always repeating, the same events are constantly being relived over and over. Always the same, well for the most part. This one man, very much like myself simply refuses to die no matter how many times he's killed." A light blinked on the screen.

"What are you saying?" Victoria crossed her arms.

"We've got a Lincoln Alert!" The Doctor smiled, tapping his finger on the screen…