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The Doctor awoke to a scream from the throne room. He threw on his overcoat and ran down the many flights of stairs. He saw Jack, Gwen, Katie, Rose, and the Advisor all stand around the dead body of the leader.

Jack was analyzing his body with the thermo-meter and Katie was taking notes as Rose looked shocked and scared.

"So you're saying I am a companion of a man called the Doctor?" Rose asked Katie.

"Yeah… how come you don't remember anything?" Katie asked her, tying her long brown hair in a knot.

The Doctor rushed over to Katie, and said, "Katie, this is no time for asking such nonsense. Now, be a good girl and get Miss Tyler a Tylenol from the kitchen."

Katie threw him a look and said, indignantly, "You know, I'm not twelve anymore. My thirteenth birthday was last December."

"But still always a baby," the Doctor smirked, and Katie trudged off into the palace kitchen to forge for some medicine.

The Doctor analyzed the purple carcass, and Jack said, "He was poisoned. Special type of potion made out of this planet's root berries—probably mixed into a drink of some kind that he had." Jack turned to the Advisor. "Does he drink anything before bed? Some kind of water, juice, milk?"

The Advisor shook his head. "No, nothing of any sort. He says it messes up his stomachs," the Advisor said, simply.

"I'm (gasp) back, with the—the," Katie came running into the room with a bottle of pills. She grasped her stomach and fell to the floor.

They ran over to her. "Katie, Katie, are you okay? Speak with me! Katie?" the Doctor asked, feeling her forehead.

"Katie, are you alright?" Jack asked her.

"F-fine. I'm fine. I just need to sleep in bed," Katie said.

"What'd you do?" the Doctor asked her.

"Well, I found a bottle of orange juice and decided that that would be best for Rose to swallow with the Tylenol… but I wanted to make sure it was okay, so I took a sip… after all, I knew I could—agggh!" she fell back, and continued, "Withstand it."

"Katie, we don't know if you're immune to poison yet. It's a genetics thing, so we said that maybe you could withstand everything. Ianto was going to test you when we got back," Jack said.

"Hm, takes after you," the Doctor grumbled. "Okay, Katie, let's get you into bed." They led her into her bedroom all the way up the long fifteen flights of stairs, and Jack provided her a homemade lemonade Gwen had made for their trip.

As Jack, Rose, and Gwen left the room, the Doctor stayed was the last to leave. Katie had been sleeping, and he had to make sure whoever poisoned the leader wasn't going to try to hurt Katie as well.

"Doctor?" the Doctor spun around.

"Not to be pushy or anything, but do you have anything I can do? I mean, I have never been sick, but when Ember or Sabrina or Alice was sick, but they had stuff to do—video games, T.V., anything to read?" she asked him.

The Doctor thought for a moment, then said, "Here Katie." And he handed her a small, leather diary. "Take it," he said. "I don't need it anymore." And he closed the bedroom door.

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As they were preparing the carcass, the Doctor turned around to see Katie stumbling down the stairs in her nightgown, holding the Journal of Impossible Things.

"I found a way to revive the leader!" she shouted, excitedly. She handed the Doctor the bookmarked page, and his face lit with excitement.

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"Gwen, we need to save her! Pass me the elixir I made from the energy off of the Doctor's extra hand!" Jack shouted, holding Donna's head in his arms.

Gwen ran over with a white fluid and Jack shoved it down her throat. In a matter of minutes, Donna's eyes flew open. "J-Jack?" she whispered.

"Oh my God, Donna!" Jack cried.

Donna opened her mouth to say something but as soon as she was about to lift her upper lip, a loud BANG was sounded, and Donna Noble was shot stone dead.

Jack looked up at the killer, and saw a purple glob holding the revolver.

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"It could work!" Jack cried. "It did for—D-Donna."

"It could. Do you have any left?" the Doctor asked him.

Jack's face lit with a smile up to his ears, knowing the Doctor wanted the leader alive more than just him being alive, and pulled a flask out of his jacket pocket containing white liquid. The Doctor reached for it, but Jack pulled it away, and said, "What's the magic word?"

The Doctor glanced around to make sure no one could hear, and said to him, "Rose."

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