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'Wakey, Wakey!' Krystal woke to a cold, wetness covering her head and shoulders spilling down her shirt. She groaned and turned around pulling her duvet over her head and throwing her pillow at the direction of the sing-song voice.

'Oof,' Sophie groaned as the pillow collided with her face, 'Krystal! Get up!' Sophie barked.

'Ugh...' Krystal groaned slowly peeling off the covers and rising into a sitting position.

'Morning sweetie,' Sophie sang mockingly.

'Shut up,' Krystal moaned throwing her other pillow at Sophie but she was ready for it that time and caught it hurling it back at unsuspecting, half-asleep Krystal hitting her in the face.

'Oof...' was all that came out of her mouth.

'Come on Krystal- the others are awake!' Sophie exclaimed rushing out of the door and back in. Krystal laughed reaching to the small table next to her bed for the bright green hairbrush that Sophie had gave her the night before to smooth out the cinnamon-coloured rat's nest her hair had become overnight.

'Why are you so hyper?' She asked with a yawn. Sophie just jumped around for a while before running into the small living room, laughing with glee as she did so, followed by Krystal trudging behind her.

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When Krystal walked through the doorway she spotted The Doctor in the kitchen holding up some mugs.

'Ah, Krystal, you're up,' He greeted her.

'Yeah, it's hard not to be if you had water thrown on you and someone coaxing you to wake up,' Krystal replied glaring at Sophie as she said the last words but Sophie was too busy skipping around the room laughing. The Doctor laughed slightly.

'Don't mind her,' He set the 4 mugs on the bench, 'Tea?'

'Yes, please,' Krystal replied gratefully. The Doctor flicked a switch on a kettle. Krystal eyed out the kettle for a while. Kettles- in the 16th century- it didn't seem right.

'Uh, Doctor, I didn't think they had kettles in the 16th century,' Krystal informed him a little more than slightly confused. The Doctor looked down at the kettle.

'Oh, this thing? Martha and I took a couple of things from the TARDIS earlier,'

'So how is the kettle running without electricity? And TARDIS?' Krystal questioned taking a step towards the bench before tilting herself forward to lean on it.

'Solar technology, Krystal, simple solar powered technology,'

'Fair enough. What's a TARDIS?'

'Ah, yes, I believe Sophie calls hers a STARD?'

'No, she made it very clear the name is now STARDT,' Krystal said mimicking Sophie at the en

'I want tea too!' Sophie declared raising her arm up and shaking it around but still not ceasing from her hopping around the room, 'With 10 SUGGGAARRRSS,' Sophie sung, it turned out Sophie really can't sing.

'No, Sophie, I don't think you should have any more sugar this morning,' The Doctor told her softly. Sophie came to a complete stop and pouted.

'That explains why she's so hyper,' Krystal said.

'Yes, I should by now not to let Sophie put sugar in her tea.' The Doctor said. Krystal took a side glance to see Sophie stomping up to Krystal and The Doctor her arms crossed and her face still in a pout.

'Oh no, Crazily-hyped-up-on-sugar approaching at 3 o'clock,' Krystal muttered jokingly a smile extending on her face. The Doctor flashed Sophie one of his 1000-watt smiles.

'Hello Sophie,' He greeted her cheerfully as if she was a close friend of his that he was waiting for in a café.

'What do you mean I can't have more sugar?' Sophie asked angrily.

'I think you've had enough this morning,' The Doctor replied still smiling. Sophie opened her mouth to say something but at that moment Martha came through the door carrying 3 buckets of water.

'Send me out to do the hard work, would you?' she muttered sarcastically.

'Martha! Perfect timing the kettle just stopped boiling the water for the tea!' The Doctor greeted her as Krystal went forward and took a bucket of water off Martha and placed it on the bench.

'Thanks Krystal. Not the same can be said for you Doctor,' Martha said glaring at him.

'What? What did I do?' He asked, his smile dropping into a confused frown.

'It's more of what you didn't do...'

'But I made tea!' The Doctor proclaimed pouring hot water from the kettle into the last of the 4 mugs with teabags in them. Martha dragged a spare cup that Krystal didn't notice before across the table and spooned some coffee into one

'Oh Martha!' The Doctor said in a way half-way between disgust and scolding.

'What?' Martha asked. The Doctor opened his mouth but a knock at the door stopped him. Krystal turned to see Jasmine.

'Hello there, Jasmine! Come on in!' The Doctor smiled. 'Tea?'

'I do apologise, but what do you mean?'

'Oh, right,' The Doctor frowned slightly muttering to himself, 'Not yet,'

'So what are we going to do with the other tea?' Krystal asked watching Sophie out of the corner of her eye. Sophie was dragging her mug over with one hand and her left hand was inching to the sugar jar slowly. The Doctor poured milk in all the teas and Krystal grabbed her mug and took a sip. A strangely bitter, foul taste entered Krystal's mouth and she spat it out.

'Oh, that's disgusting!' She exclaimed unfond of how she had become fully awake.

'Sorry, that's mine,' Martha said coaxing the mug from Krystal's hands, 'Sorry,'

'Oh Martha!' The Doctor half scolded her again. This time he didn't get a response though. Krystal's eye drew back to Sophie who was, predictably, spooning spoonful after spoonful of sugar in her tea.

'I think I know where the other tea's going,' The Doctor said softly turning to Sophie, who had completely froze hearing this comment, her spoon was tilted and more sugar was pouring into her tea from it. Krystal snatched the spoon out of her hand and The Doctor switched her tea with the spare, sugarless, one. Sophie reached for the sugar bowl but Krystal got it first pulling it away from Sophie. Sophie made a grumpy sound at the back of her throat and sipped at her tea unhappily.

'I am sorry,' Jasmine cut in, laughing slightly, 'May we turn to solving the problem?'

'Yeah, sorry about all that,' Krystal replied.

~~•~~

'So what are we going to do?' Krystal asked. The Doctor had his head down in thought then he looked up.

'Martha- medical analysis, you're gonna need this,' He said handing her his stethoscope, 'Make sure you record everything- everything ok? Normal or not,' before Martha could reply he turned to Jasmine and pointing at her he said, 'Jasmine- support, support those families and get as much information about the victim as you can,' He then turned to Krystal, 'Krystal, Data analysis, I need you to see what the victims have in common- what has changed about the victim, can you do that?' Before Krystal could reply Sophie cut in.

'Of course she can!'

'You've only known me for 2 days how could you possibly know that?' Krystal asked Sophie.

'I'm a great judge of personalities,'

'Are you now?'

'Yes, as for you, intelligent, helpful...' Krystal smiled at this comment and probably puffed her chest out a bit, '...stubborn, not naive but possibly stubborn to the point of being naive,' Krystal's chest deflated.

'Hey!' she argued. 'Are you finished yet?' Sophie signalled for her to wait.

'More than occasionally grumpy with a bad haircut. Now I'm done,' Krystal's hand flew to her hair.

'There's nothing wrong with my haircut,' she muttered

'Sweetie-' Sophie started in a condescending but was cut off by the doctor clearing his throat.

'Ladies- if you are finished,'

'Sorry,' Krystal mumbled.

'Sorry, Doctor,' Sophie replied the same way.

'Thank you,' The Doctor replied turning and starting to pace the room, 'Now...'

'What do I do?' Sophie asked crossing her arm.

'Data transportation,' The Doctor said, at this Sophie's face fell, 'But first I'll need you to check surrounding communities, see how far this is going.'

'Data Transportation,' Sophie mumbled unhappily, 'I wanted something important,'

'Every job is important, Sophie,' Krystal said.

'Sure, sure,' Sophie mumbled. A bloodcurdling scream came from the west of the inn.

'Sophie, Jasmine, Martha- allons-y!' The Doctor called turning and running out the door followed by the other three.

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