AN: Hello. I know the last one was short. But I wanted to grab your attention and I thought that was a good place to end. This one's deffinantly longer. Now we're gonna get into different povs and such. So, enjoy!

A voice overhead said, "Shuttles five and six now docking. Guests are reminded that Platform 1 forbids the use of weapons, teleportation and religion. Earth death is scheduled for 15:39, followed by drinks in the Manchester Suite."

The Doctor opened the door and we walked down the hallway, leaving the TARDIS behind.

We rounded a corner. "So when it says 'guests'," I said, "does it mean people?"

"Depends on what you mean by people," the Doctor said.

"I mean people. What do you mean?"

"Aliens."

"What are they doing on board this spaceship? What's all it for?"

The Doctor pulled out his Sonic again and used it on the control panel to open another door. "It's not really a spaceship. More like an observation deck," he explained. "The Great and the Good are gathering to watch the planet burn."

Well they sound nice. "What for?"

"Fun." the door opened and we walked in. "Mind you, when I say 'the Great and the Good' what I mean is 'the rich'."

"But hold on, they did this once on 'Newsround Extra' – the sun expanding – that takes hundreds of years,"

"Millions," the Doctor corrected. "But the planets now the property of the National Trust. They've been keeping it preserved. See down there?" He pointed to little black dots in the distance. "Gravity satellites holding back the sun."

"The planet looks the same as ever," I observed "Don't the plates shift around and such? Like, the continents shifted and things?"

"They did. And the Trust shifted them back. That's a classic Earth. But now the money's run out and nature takes over."

"How long has it got?"

He checked his watch again. "About half an hour. Then the planet gets roasted."

"Is that why we're here? I mean, is that what you do – jump in at the last minute and save the planet?"

The Doctor leaned in close and lowered his voice. "I'm not saving it. Time up."

"But what about the people?" He couldn't just sit there and watch an entire race suffer.

"It's empty" he said simply. "They've all gone, all left."

I stared at him for a second. Then I realized it. "It's just me then."

"Who the hell are you?" said a voice behind us.

We turned and saw the strangest living creature I had ever seen. He was completely blue. His face, his hands, everything. His eyes were white except for snake like pupils. He had black markings on his face and a light blue gem embedded in his forehead. He had a shimmering bronze colored overcoat on with matching trousers and a ski cap.

"Oh," the Doctor said, "that's nice. Thanks."

"But how did you get in?" asked the blue man. "This is a maximum hospitality zone." He said it as if we should be ashamed of ourselves just for even thinking about his "maximum hospitality zone".

"The guests have disembarked," he continued, "They should be here any minute!"

The Doctor pulled out something like a wallet from his pocket and showed it to the blue man. "No, I'm a guest. Look," He pointed to a blank piece of paper. "I've got an invitation. Look. There. You see? It's fine. See? 'The Doctor plus one.'. I'm the Doctor and this is Rose Tyler. She's my plus one," he said proudly. "Is that alright?"

"Well obviously," the blue man said. "Apologies, et cetera."

The Doctor was beaming. He nodded enthusiastically.

"If you're on board," said the blue man, "we'd better start. Enjoy."

The Doctor turned to me and showed me the paper. "The paper's slightly psychic. Show's them what I want them to see. Saves a lot of time." The paper shimmered and 'Hullo, Rose!', with a smiley face, appeared. The Doctor put it away.

I looked at the other man. "He's blue."

"Yeah," the Doctor said simply.

I nodded. "Okay."

"... We have in attendance the Doctor and Rose Tyler," the blue man was saying. "Thank you. All staff to their positions." He clapped his hands and short blue people with beehive glasses and 1980s like spaceman outfits rushed out chattering in high pitched voices. "Yes, thank you. Quick as we can," he instructed. "Come along, come along. And now might I introduce the next honored guest? Representing the forest of Cheem, we have Trees. Namely Jabe, Lute and Coffa,"

Three human – tree hybrids walked in. Two were taller and dressed in dark armor. The center one was obviously a woman of high power. She had a gold corset and a peach skirt. Her overcoat was a golden-rose color embroidered with Japanese cherry blossom branches. It came together in the front in a nice small bow.

"There will be an exchange of gifts representing peace," the man continued. I watched in astonishment as the next guests came in. "Next, from the solicitors of Jolco and Jolco, we have the Moxx of Balhoon." He was short and had folds of fat everywhere. He was also blue (big whoop.). The next few guests were a daze. They included black cloaked blokes (called the Adherence of the Repeated Meme), two brothers whose faces were wrinkly and mashed up dressed in Viking like clothes (called the Brothers Hop Pyleem) two other blokes dressed in cloaks, one golden-orange the other a brown-bluish color, with bubble tops and Darth Vader masks (called CAL "Spark Plug"), a couple who looked like oversized walking vultures (introduced as Mr. and Mrs. Pakoo.), and finally two aliens that looked like they were smashed into walls and badly burned when they were infants (the ambassadors from the city-state of Binding light).

The trees came up to us first. "The gift of peace," the woman said, gesturing to one of her companions. He held a tray of tree saplings. "A cutting of my grandfather." She offered the Doctor.

"Thank you." He said as he gently handed it to me. "Yes, gifts. Um..." he started frantically patting his pockets. "I give you air from my lungs." He took a deep breath and blew it in the direction of the trees.

The woman blinked and said, "How... intimate."

"There's more where that came from."

"I bet there is."

One of my eyebrows shot up and I looked at the Doctor as they walked away. He just smiled.

"...and now the sponsor of the main event," the blue steward was saying, "Please welcome the Face of Boe."

A large cylinder like tub rolled in through the doors. In it was a very oversized face with tentacle like hair. His skin was tan and leathery like he'd been spending too much time in the sun.

After he was welcomed, the short chubby blue man came up to the Doctor and I.

"Ah, t he Moxx of Balhoon," the Doctor greeted.

"My greetings on this historical happenstance." He replied in a high pitched voice. "I bring you the gift of bodily saliva's." He then proceeded to spit in my eye. That's pleasant.

The Doctor laughed as I wiped my eye clean. "Thank you very much," the Doctor chuckled out. The steward asked for our attention. "Ladies and gentlemen and trees and multiforms, consider the Earth below. In memory of this dying world, we call forth the last human: Lady Cassandra O' .17."

Through the doors came a metal frame with a completely flat slab of flesh stretched out to be held by metal screws. You could see the blood pulsing through her veins. At the top of the slab, two eyes and a red lipstick stained mouth appeared. Below the flesh, a glass tub held her brain. Two men in white scrubs and face masks walked behind her. One held something like an oxygen tank and a hose.

"Oh now," she said, "don't stare. I know, I know. It's shocking, isn't it? I've had my chin completely taken away and look at the difference. Look at how thin I am. Thin and dainty. I don't look a day over two thousand. Moisturize me," the man with the oxygen tank stepped forward and sprayed her with what seemed to be water or some sort of acid. I walked around to see if she was completely flat as the Doctor silently laughed. There was nothing but flesh on the other side.

"Truly," she continued, "I am the last human. My father was a Texan. My mother was from the Arctic Desert. They were born on Earth and were the last to be buried in it's soil. I have come to honor them and say... goodbye." Her voice broke as one of the men took out a tissue and wiped away a tear. "Oh, no tears. No tears. I'm sorry. But, behold. I bring gift from Earth itself. The last remaining ostrich egg" one of the small blue people came in and showed it off, "Legend has it," Cassandra continued "it had a wingspan of fifty feet and blew fire from it's nostrils. Or was that my third husband?" she chuckled "Oh no. No laughing. I'll get laughter lines. Have mercy.

Another small blue employee came in pushing a jukebox. "And here," she said, "another rarity. According to the archives, this is called an iPod. It stores classic music from humanity's greatest composers. Play on!"

One of the employees pressed play and a record fell onto the player. ABC's "Tainted Love" came on. I looked over at the Doctor. He was ridiculously dancing, bobbing his head around in circles. I turned around and looked at all the other aliens in the room. They moved around and mingled. None of them seemed startled at all. I couldn't believe this. I thought the plastic dummies were bad. This was worse. I couldn't process any of it. I needed a breather. I walked out of the room."Ah! The Adherence of the Repeated Meme," he said as the black cloaked blokes walked up. "I bring you air from my lungs." he blew air in circles in front of the group. I hope he didn't have bad breath.

"A gift of peace in all good faith," one of them (probably the head of the group) said as he held out a metallic hand. In it he held a metallic ball. The Doctor took it and, of course, handed it to me.

The steward asked for our attention. "Ladies and gentlemen and trees and multiforms, consider the Earth below. In memory of this dying world, we call forth the last human: Lady Cassandra O' .17."

Through the doors came a metal frame with a completely flat slab of flesh stretched out to be held by metal screws. You could see the blood pulsing through her veins. At the top of the slab, two eyes and a red lipstick stained mouth appeared. Below the flesh, a glass tub held her brain. Two men in white scrubs and face masks walked behind her. One held something like an oxygen tank and a hose.

"Oh now," she said, "don't stare. I know, I know. It's shocking, isn't it? I've had my chin completely taken away and look at the difference. Look at how thin I am. Thin and dainty. I don't look a day over two thousand. Moisturize me," the man with the oxygen tank stepped forward and sprayed her with what seemed to be water or some sort of acid. I walked around to see if she was completely flat as the Doctor silently laughed. There was nothing but flesh on the other side.

"Truly," she continued, "I am the last human. My father was a Texan. My mother was from the Arctic Desert. They were born on Earth and were the last to be buried in it's soil. I have come to honor them and say... goodbye." Her voice broke as one of the men took out a tissue and wiped away a tear. "Oh, no tears. No tears. I'm sorry. But, behold. I bring gift from Earth itself. The last remaining ostrich egg" one of the small blue people came in and showed it off, "Legend has it," Cassandra continued "it had a wingspan of fifty feet and blew fire from it's nostrils. Or was that my third husband?" she chuckled "Oh no. No laughing. I'll get laughter lines. Have mercy.

Another small blue employee came in pushing a jukebox. "And here," she said, "another rarity. According to the archives, this is called an iPod. It stores classic music from humanity's greatest composers. Play on!"

One of the employees pressed play and a record fell onto the player. ABC's "Tainted Love" came on. I looked over at the Doctor. He was ridiculously dancing, bobbing his head around in circles. I turned around and looked at all the other aliens in the room. They moved around and mingled. None of them seemed startled at all. I couldn't believe this. I thought the plastic dummies were bad. This was worse. I couldn't process any of it. I needed a breather. I walked out of the room.

Outside I found a nice window in the corner. It gave me a nice view of the sun about to eat up my planet for a midnight nom nom snack. I watched it for a few seconds and thought to myself. Why would the Doctor bring me here? What's the purpose of all this? Should I really be traveling with him? Is Mickey ok?

I heard footsteps coming up behind me. I turned and a blue woman in an olive green biohazard -like suit stopped in her tracks. She held a small white box in her hands.

"Sorry," I said. "am I allowed to be in here?"

After a few seconds she nervously said, "You have to give us permission to talk."

"Ok... I give you permission."

She smiled. "Thank you; and um, no. You're not in the way. Guests are allowed anywhere." She nodded and walked around the corner to a vent.

I followed. "What's your name?"

She took the metal door off the vent. "Roffalo."

"Roffalo?"

"Yes, miss. I won't be long. I've just got to carry out some maintenance. There's a tiny little glitch in the Face of Boe's suite. There must be something blocking the system. He's not getting any hot water."

"So you're a plumber?"

"Yes, miss."

"They've still got plumbers?"

"Oh, I hope they do. Or I'm out of a job."

I laughed. "Where are you from?"

"Kryspalian,"

"That's a... planet, isn't it?"

"No," she smiled. "Kryspalian's part of the Gagget Brickade, affiliated to the Scarlet Junction, Complex 56. And where are you from, miss? If you don't mind me asking..."

"No. Not at all. Um.." how was I supposed to tell her I was from Earth?! "I... I dunno. It's... a long way away. I just sort of... hitched a lift with this man... I didn't even think about it. I don't even know who he is... he's a complete stranger..." my voice died out. "Anyway. Don't let me keep you. Good luck with it."

"Thank you, miss.. and um... Thank you for the permission. Not that many people are that considerate."

I nodded. "Kay... See you later." I waved and walked off.