I did not see my father for almost a year after that night when the ship landed in my apartment. Still, I continued to here the noise. The noise I had heard ever since the day my father left. The noise I now recognized as the TARDIS landing somewhere nearby. While I never saw the ship, I knew it must be close. I wondered why. Why it kept landing so close, close enough for me to hear it, and yet never in sight. I wondered if it really was just my imagination all along. I tried not to think about it to much. I mean, it couldn't be good for you. Right? Dwelling on one thing that I wasn't even sure was real. I tried to avoid thinking about it, but that became harder and harder when the noise became more frequent.

Though I did not know the exact date, I knew they must have landed in my living room about a year ago. I was shelving books at work when I heard the noise again. It sounded close this time, I noted, but I tried to shake thoughts of it out of my head, not even looking away from my work until I heard people saying things like "How are they doing that?" and "What is that thing?"

This made me look toward the noise, and sure enough, with a small crowd of amazed patrons surrounding it, the TARDIS was landing right in the middle of The Tea and Tome. I pushed my way passed the people so I was standing in front of my grandfathers ship. My father poked his head out and looked around. He made eye contact with me, then said over his shoulder, "looks like she did it again, Doc".

He then stepped out of the ship, getting out of the Doctor's way so he could see for himself. I couldn't help but be a bit indignant when my father did not say anything to me. And How the Doctor could have missed me at first. I had no idea, since I was now standing apart from the crowd, but some how he managed it. He looked around at the crowd and... was he sniffing the air? "Well I don't... oh," he noticed me. About time. "Hello, Loki," without waiting for me to respond, he turned to my father, "You know, Jack, I don't think she is going to let us go," he decided. My father just nodded in agreement.

"Why are you here?" I asked them, It came out sharper than I had intended it to.

"See, we've been trying to leave, like you asked us to," the Doctor explained, "but the TARDIS isn't having it. She keeps landing around you, no matter what we try." So that was why I was always hearing the noise. It was not just in my head, as I had thought.

"Well tell it I am not coming," admittedly, I did want to come, but I would not let that on. I wanted to see the universe and all that, but I had not forgiven them for leaving me and my mother to go adventuring. Yes, they were saving lives, by they had plenty of time for that. My father was immortal, and his father was over a thousand years old, from what I remembered. Surely my father could have spared a few more years before going off and adventuring.

"You think we didn't try that, Loki?" my father asked, "We've told her over and over again, but she won't listen. She's stubborn like that."

"It's a ship," this time, I meant the sharpness in my voice.

"You have a connection with her," the Doctor interjected before my father could answer, "You know that she is more than just a ship. You know that she is perfectly capable of wanting you to come with us. She has never been this persistant about anything. She knows something. She's not telling what, but I really think it would be a good idea for you to come with us."

My father said something in a language I did not understand, it sounded like the language I had heard the ship singing in my head when I was there last. Gallifreyan, I think they called it. Though I didn't understand what he had said, the looks they gave the people around me made me accutely aware of their presence, which I had temporarilly forgotten.

"Let's talk about this inside," my father then suggestted.

"I am not going anywhere with you," I insisted warily, though I did want to get away from the crowd. I would find a way to explain what was happening to them later, right now I wanted to talk elsewhere. My father just shook his head and motioned inside. I reluctantly went in, greeted by the happy humming of the ship, as well as the singing in my head.

None of us said anything as we first entered. My body seemed to act of it's own accord, as I went to the console and lay a hand on it. "Why do you want me to come with you?" my voice was barely above a whisper. Was I really speaking to a ship? Maybe I was mad. The singing in my head changed, it was lower, darker. Though it was still in Gallifreyan, I knew the ship had answered me, and this did not surprise me at all. I knew it should have, but, part of me had known it would answer, I think.

I did not speak again, to the ship or to the others, who stood silently near the door, for what must have been a few minutes. I did want to travel with them, and, if nothing else, figure out why I had a connection with the ship. It really did seem like they would not go away untill I went with them. I could travel with them, just for a while, then, hopefully, the ship would let them leave and I could go back to normal.

Although, admittedly, I was starting to doubt if I wanted to go back to normal.

I would cross that brigde when I got there. For now, I turned to the others, and, after another short moment, simply said, "alright."