2-Hooverville
"This place is a d-" Martha was about to say dump, when the doctor interuppted. "Yeah. Be careful what you say, Martha." Martha laughed to herself, inwardly. "They'll come after me with pitch-forks and torches?" The doctor glared. "Wrong era, Martha." Ahead there was a fight, and in the midst of it was a black man, ripping apart bread. The doctor headed towards him, Martha at his heels.
"Um...hello. We need to talk to whoever is in charge around here." The man looked up to meet his gaze. "And who might you be?" Martha stepped forward, and answered, "I'm Martja nd this is the doctor. Who are you?" Soloman looked at them both. "Soloman. I look after everyone here. white, Black, we're all the same. All equals. What is it you nned, a place to stay?" Martha still had the newspaper in her hand. "We wanted to know about this. What has been going on around Hooverville?" the man snatched up the newspaper, and dicarded it to the floor. "Citizens have been dissapearing from Hooverville." The doctor interupted him, "but people disappear out into the city all the time." Soloman looked at the dooctor, slightly annoyed, and then continued. "These are unusual disappearances. They go and are never seen again. The majority of them goto build the empire state. Some come back, the majority don't." Soloman gazed up at the tallest building in the world, and said to them, "Can you tell me one thing. Why are they wasting all that money on building that for publicity, when there are people starving in the heart of Manhattan?"
When all three of them turned around, a man was walking up to greet Hooverville. a well-dressed man, at that...
"Soloman! There is someone here to see you..." A tall boy, with a Tennesee accent, ran over, and Martha couldn't help but think, hmm...he's cute! " Doctor, Martha, this is Frank." The boy nodded. "Mornin'" They waved. "Soloman, he's impatient." They all walked over to the surrounded crowd.