When Jenny woke up she had no idea where she was. It was certainly a nicer floor to walk on barefoot, definitely better than pavement, seeing as she couldn't walk. The bed was much more comfortable, but comfy didn't matter, especially if she was in the hands of the enemy. She needed to find her father, or escape from enemy hands. Then everything would work out all right. For some reason, everything was so much bigger now, and she couldn't balance quite right. She wasn't even strong enough to hold a gun! Even though the Doctor had told her guns were bad, she still needed to protect herself. She assumed the lack of balance and the size problems were due to some drug her kidnapper had given her. She needed to get out, and find an antidote.

She looked out from the comfy bed, and saw the floor was a long ways away. 'No pain no gain,' she thought and rolled off. She suppressed a cry as she landed. She had landed on her hand, and her pinkie finger was bent back painfully. She gritted her teeth and pulled it into place. She walked over to the door, attempting to be stealthy and pulled herself up. She grasped the handle and pulled. To her surprise it opened. She had thought her kidnapper would have at least locked her door. She set off down the corridor, and in no time she was completely lost. 'Keep turning left.' Jenny thought to herself. That's what you did with mazes. About an hour later, she ended up in the same the room she had been in yesterday. Not the one with the bed, but the one with the cold floor. Across the room, the man walked down a flight of stairs.

"Hello Jenny!" he waved cheerfully.

How did her kidnapper know her name? More importantly, he didn't appear to be armed. She could probably take him, as long as he didn't have back-up.

"What did you drug me with?" she demanded, and even to her ears, her voice was high-pitched and sounded like a child.
To her surprise, the man answered, even though the answer didn't make sense. "I didn't drug you with anything."

"Then why is everything so big? My balance is off too. Did you do that?"

"Everything is so big, because you are a few feet smaller, and your balance is off because your physical body isn't used to being that size. Just give it a few days. I'm the Doctor."

"No you aren't," she argued; "you don't look like him!"

"And you don't look like the Jenny I knew." He countered. "We both regenerated." Under his breath he muttered something about her not knowing what that was. "When we get hurt, we change, and look different, and even think differently sometimes, you got shot, I absorbed some radiation after falling through a sky light." He shrugged. "Here's a mirror."

The space in front of Jenny became reflective, and she could see herself. Only, she didn't look right. She was tiny, the size of a child. She was wearing the same shirt she had worn last. Her hair was blonde, still, and a complete mess. She looked like a two or three-year old, in human time.

Jenny believed the man. He just seemed… good. Trustworthy. She was even becoming comfortable with the idea of looking different, but if she couldn't run, she'd go mad. The doctor watched her carefully for a reaction. She turned away from the mirror, and sat down. He sat down facing to her. "I'm going to show you what happened to me. And why I look different." he put his fingers to her temples, and before she could jerk away, his eyes closed, and the room around her spun, and she was somewhere else. Her father was there. She wanted to run and hug him, but she couldn't move.

His face was cut up, and when he ran his hands down his face, the cuts disappeared. "It's starting." he said to another, older man.

The scene changed, and her father was standing in a futuristic-y room, that looked sort of similar to the room she was in. He looked at his hands, and they were surrounded by a swirling golden light.

"I don't want to go." he said, and his voice sounded broken. He threw his arms back and as the light changed him into the man who said he was the Doctor the room around him collapsed and bits of the wall fell down. The lights disappeared and a different man was standing there.

"Legs! Still got legs! Good. Arms! Hands, ooh fingers, lots of fingers, ears yes, eyes, nose… I've had worse. Chin, blimey. hair, I'm a girl! No…no, I'm not a girl… and still not ginger! Something else, something important, I'm… I'm… I'm, ha-ha crashing! Ha-ha! Hoo-hoo! Ah! Geronimo!"

She was pulled back to the present and as she tried to stand up, she toppled over. The man was watching her cautiously. She sat up and leaned against the handrail.

"Where's Donna?" she asked.

He smiled sadly. "She's gone. She took my head into hers, and no human is meant to do that. I had to wipe her mind. Every mention of me, the TARDIS, even you, had to go. Otherwise she would burn up and die."

"Martha?"

"She found someone else. She lives on earth."

"So you're alone now?" Jenny asked.

"Yeah. Just me and the TARDIS."

"I've been trying to find you" Jenny admitted. "I travelled for a few years, but I got lonely. I'm 6 now."

"You look like a three-year old. Not many people ever manage to find me. Especially now."

"Why now in particular?"

"I…lost some of my dear friends. I don't get out much, now. Just me and the TARDIS."

She bit her lip.
"You can stay with me, if you want. For as long as you want. After all, what kind of parent would I be if I left you out on the street?" he smiled.
"A pretty lousy one." Jenny felt like dancing.

"That's settled then." he smiled.

Jenny yawned. She was tired, and more than a bit hungry. But sleep was definitely first priority. The Doctor scooped her up and carried her back to room she had woken up inside. He set her on the bed.

"Tomorrow, we'll get it furnished however you like." he promised.

He flicked the light-switch and the room went dark, except for a little nightlight in the corner Jenny hadn't noticed before. The Doctor shut the door with a soft 'snick', and Jenny heard his footsteps walked away. She snuggled under the covers, and sighed contentedly. Everything was working out after all.