A/N I'm sooo sorry for the wait everybody! This chapter has been ready for a while but I kept forgetting my notebook in school then I had to type it, and on top of that, life and reality teamed up and threw a brick in my face, so I'm not very happy right now, but anyway, please enjoy Chapter 9, and don't panic, I AM NOT GOING TO STOP until I finish this. Anyway, enjoy! :)


Hope was bored. So very bored. She was laying on her bed, staring at the wall in front of her, which was covered with drawings. The drawings were in crayon, and showed the passage of time, from the stick figure family standing by a blue blob, drawn at age 8, to the more detailed figures standing by a blue box, at age 10. 8 years of her life had been spent in this place. She was beginning to accept the fact that her father might actually be dead. If he was, that was okay. It was their fault she was here anyway. It wasn't bad here, they gave her anything she ever wanted food, clothes, games, toys, even a cell phone.

All except for a way out.

Oh she had tried to escape, to rebel in he early days, as she called them, when there was till a spark of hope that her message got through. But that spark was long since gone out. Hope had even tried to run out the door when her robot caretaker would bring her things, only to figure out the door had a force field on it and to receive a shock from the collar around her neck. the collar had been removed after she learned to follow the rules, like "don't bite the scientists poking you in uncomfortable places" and "don't build a banana launching device to smear banana all over the cameras invading your privacy." When she had asked about her parents or asked about this place, the scale-faced aliens would turn and say that it was a special orphanage for children of near-extinct races, like the Time Lords. However there were several discrepancies that put holes in their cover story. Like all the tests to "keep you strong and rebuild your race" and why no other children were seen, because "we are protecting you from eachother." Or how the lab techs were so obviously lying when they told her details about the place, and why a psychic damper was surrounding them.

She sighed and sat up, brushing the hair out of her chocolate brown eyes. Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, she stood walked over to her desk, were the swirling plastic backpack hung by its straps from the back of the chair. Reaching into its depths, she felt around until she pulled out the toolcase, still as smooth and unblemished as the day her Uncle Jack gave it to her. Clicking it open, she watched it unfold into the many random bits and bobs and random bits of things- even a stray banana peel- that had occupied her time. All those years ago, where it spent most of its time hiding under her mattress, until she brought it out one time only to find a find the robot staring its sightless red sensor at her. She braced herself for the shock that never came. After that, she just left it out and built little things, like trinkets and homemade gadgets that were usually confiscated on a daily basis. This time, she was going to make a psychic amplifier, one desperate attempt to get someone's attention, maybe a cute boy! Oh that would be good. She grinned a maniac smile inherited from the Doctor, grabbed a purple headband and a roll of nano wire, and watched her hands begin to fly through the air.

A few hours later- was it hours? Or minutes? She couldn't tell with no clocks and no sense of time passage whatsoever- she held up her masterpiece. The purple fabric in the headband had been embroidered with fine transmitting wire in Galifreyan writing. Standing and stretching, she walked over to the bathroom in the wall next to the door. The lights automatically switched on when it sensed her movement. She gazed at her reflection in the mirror above the square sink. Pulling her messy hair out of its binder, she slipped the headband on and felt a slight hum as the transmitter work its way into her psychic link. She thought one thought, one single thought, and that was, If anyone can hear me, come find me.

Hope stiffend as she felt the touch of another mid, one that felt similar to her father's but without his kindness and warmth. Oh Hope, the presence said. I thought we had been through this, don't. Disobey. The Master. She screamed as a pain erupted from her skull. It seemed like her brain was trying to rip itself apart. She collapsed in the sink as everything went black.


A/N Please excuse any typos, I typed it manually. Please review! It means shorter waiting for updates ;)