This chapter was written by the lovely Coral, and was edited by me! We both hope you enjoy!


Consciousness was regained slowly and painfully. First came the sound of her heartbeat. The headache came next, throbbing a painful counter rhythm.

Jenny groaned.

She vaguely remembered her ailing spaceship, the inefficient controls, and finally the crash. Opening her eyes, she saw the half-collapsed walls of her crash chamber. It had definantly taken a beating, but thankfully and kept her unharmed.

Well, she thought, grimacing at her aching head, mostly unharmed.

Slowly, she crawled towards the door. It was bent inwards and Jenny had to push hard against it before it opened.

Bright sunlight hit her right in the face, making her eyes stream and her headache double in strength.

"Ow..." she said, pressing a hand to her head and blinking furiously to clear her eyes.

Once she was adjusted to the light, Jenny could see the smouldering ruin that had been her ship.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," she murmured sadly, unwittingly quoting her father.

She staggered out of her crash chamber, clambering awkwardly over the debris that lay scattered around the crater. Some bits were still smoking, and Jenny hissed in pain as she accidentally burnt her hand as she stumbled and put it out to steady herself.

Jenny's soldier instincts (they had never fully left her, although they had faded in time) kicked in as she reached the top of the crater, causing her to scan her surroundings for danger.

She had landed (crashed) into a green, lush landscape. Trees were scattered around, a few laying on their side, no doubt from the blast. It was a nice environment.

After confirming that here was no threat, Jenny heaved herself over the top of the crater and got to her feet. She moved swiftly to the cover of the trees, disappearing into the shadows with little effort.

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A dark figure watched the slim girl slip with ease into the shade.

They had watched her craft crash, standing just out of sight. The shockwave had passed over and around them, felling trees while the figure stood unaffected. When Jenny had slipped out of her wrecked spaceship, the figure watched empassively.

The figure nodded, just once. And then they were gone, a slight breeze stirring up after their departure.

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The small shop bell rang quietly, signalling th entrance of a new customer. Then it rang again and again, a near constant stream of chimes.

Blimey, thought David, that's a lot of customers. He moved from the back of the shop to the counter and was surprised to see that in fact there was only one ocupant in the room; a young blonde who was staring in fascination at the bell, while swinging the door open and closed. She had the innocence of a small child, and David couldn't help chuckling at the sight.

Upon hearing his voice, the girl spun around, the bell finally hanging still and silent. David noted her features and came to the conclusion that she was new in town. He certainly would have remembered her face.

"Can I help you?" he asked kindly.

Her eyebrows creased momentarily. "I don't know. I had an accident. What is this place? I like it. I've never been here before. It is nice."

David laughed again at her odd breathneck paced speech. "Woah, sweetheart. Calm down. What was your name?"

"Jenny."

"Jenny. Did you say that you were lost?"

"Yes." Jenny smiled happily at him, apparently not concerned in the slightest. David marvelled at her approach to the world.

'Well, you are in a town called Farningham," he told her.

"What planet?" she asked.

David raised his eyebrows. Maybe she had hit her head in her 'accident'. "Earth. This is England." He hesitated, before continuing. "Jenny, do you need to see the doctor?"

The young woman perked up at his words. "The Doctor? You know him? He's here?"

"Everybody knows Doctor Anson. He's a good friend of mine, lives just up the street from me," replied David. He was a bit puzzled by the slump in her shoulders when her mentioned the doctor's surname.

"That's not the right Doctor,' she said sadly."

"I'm sorry. Can I help you with anything else, then?"

Jenny frowned. "I need to find my father. Can you help?"

David was taken aback. "I don't think so, sweetheart. But you could try your luck in London. Police officers or detectives might be able to help."

"London. How do I get there?"

"A train would be best. Do you have any money?" Jenny shook her head. "Well then, i'll lend you some." He gave her enough money for a ticket to London, then told her directions to the train station.

"Good luck finding your father!" he called after her as she left the shop. She gave him a smile in thanks before the door swung shut.

David shook his head, a half smile lingering on his face as he thought over the strange encounter, and returned to the back of his shop.

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Jenny stared around her in awe. She had travelled to many places, and seen some crazy things, but this 'London' had to be among the strangest.

Huge structures surround 'roads' on either side. Strange, primitive vehicles sped along it, stopping according to coloured lights. Pople were everywhere; walking, talking, laughing, crying, yelling and even sleeping. Jenny could make no sense of any of it.

But it was amazing.

Paying too much attention to her surroundings and not enough to where she was walking, Jenny bumped into several people, causing many glares and disgruntled looks to be cast in her direction.

"Sorry, sorry," she apologised, only half aware of what she was doing. London entranced her.

She stumbled, tripping over a gap in what her believed were called pavements. Losing her balance due to her distracted state of mind, she fell onto the ground.

"Hello, are you okay?"

A voice made her look up from her low perspective. A man was there, holding out his hands and helping her up.

He was wearing a cream coloured wool sweater, and his blond hair was cut short. His stance gave him away as a soldier, or at least an ex-soldier.

"Umm, yes. Well, no, but its nothing. I can mange if I can find my father. He's got to be around here somewhere..." She trailed off, looking around. Jenny vaguely remembered her dad saying something about Earth. Or maybe that was Donna... Anyway, she knew that sometime he must have visited, and probably regularly, going by the fact that Donna was travelling with him.

"Are you drugged, miss?" Can you tell me your name?" The man interrupted her thoughts.

"No, no. No drugs. I've taken quite a bit of a fall, not that one there, and I'm in a bit of shock. I'm Jenny."

"I'm John. I'm a doctor. Are you sure that you're okay? Because if not I can help you out. I have a flat not too far away from here."

Part of Jenny wanted to accept his offer. But her soldiers instincts warned her against it (potential enemy's territory, they told her) and her pride wouldn't allow it.

"No, I'm alright. I can manage. Thanks though," she said.

Jenny left John standing there, exclaiming as she walked at newfound wonders under her breath in a strange lilting language she had learnt on a planet inhabited by tree people.

She wandered the streets, hoping that somehow she would find her dad. The only real clue she had was the blue box, 'Police Public Call Box', that had some link to the Doctor.

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It must have been getting late, and Jenny still had nothing on her absent father.

"Miss, Are you looking for something?"

The teenager by the side of the road was the second one to call her 'miss', Jenny thought, amused.

"I'm looking for my dad. I haven't seen him for a while. He has a big, blue box, and he's called 'The Doctor'. Just, 'The Doctor'. Have you heard of him?"

The boy shook his head. "No, miss. But Sherlock 'Olmes might be able to find 'im for ya. 'E's the best in town."

"Sherlock Holmes?' she asked. The teen nodded. "How do I find him?"

"I'll take you there, miss. Mr 'Olmes is a friend." He smiled, showing a mouthful of crooked teeth.

"Great. Thank you...?"

"Greg, miss. Just Greg."

"I'm just Jenny." She smiled at Greg who smiled back at her again.

Greg obviously had lived all his life in London, as he led Jenny so quickly through the streets that she felt almost dizzy. In no time at all they were both standing outside a door that read 221B on it.

"'Ere you are, Jenny. I 'ope you find ya dad." Greg waved to Jenny and disappeared quickly into the crowd that was still around.

Jenny rang the doorbell and stood, waiting patiently for an answer. the door opened and an old, kind-looking lady looked out.

"Yes, dear?" she asked.

Was it some sort of tradition to call people by different names on this planet? "I'm looking for Sherlock Holmes. I need to find my dad."

"Oh, you're one of his cases. Come in, come in, dear." Jenny was ushered inside and led up some stairs.

"Sherlock? It's one of your customers," the lady ("Mrs Hudson, dear. I'm his landlady.") called ahead.

The door at the top of the staircase opened, and to Jenny's surprise John was standing there.

"Oh," he said, sounding very surprised. "It's you."

"Yes. And its you," Jenny replied.

"John! Who is it?" A deep baritone voice came through the open door.

Before John could answer, jenny entered and said, "I'm Jenny. Someone told me you might be able to find my dad."

"Yes, I could find your dad. But will I? Of course not. Dull."

Jenny's hopes that had been raised during the first sentence dropped with the next two. She glared at the speaker after the fourth.

He was a tall man, with a curly mop of black hair. He wore a suit and stood by the window holding a violin.

"Sherlock!" John reprimanded him.

Sherlock looked at John with his eyebrows raised.

"I am simply stating the truth. this is not a case for somebody of my intelligence. Scotland Yard can find missing parents." He turned away, starting up a melody on his instrument.

John cast Jenny a helpless look. "I'll try talking to him."

The two men spoke quietly, hard to hear over the soaring voice of the violin that Sherlock continued to play, but by their body language Jenny could tell hat he was still totally dismissal of her.

Sherlock obviously won the argument.

"Leave now. I need to think and you're distracting me." He waved a hand at her, not even sparing her a glance.

Jenny looked at John, who just shrugged, an apologetic expression on his face.

She turned and headed back down the staircase, squashing the disappointment she felt. Once outside, she stood, lost, unsure where to go next, and still dazed from the abrupt and off-hand manner that Sherlock had treated her with.

"Well, that was rude," she remarked to nobody in particular.