Hey guys! Sorry about the wait, but I've just started high school in the last three weeks, so writing time has kind 'a been cut short. This is a really short chapter, but the next one should be out soon. I wrote it in a notebook while I was camping a while back, so now I just have to copy it to the computer. The last chapter of this story will also contain a sneak preview of the next story, so stick around, cus I've already started writing the next one! Still don't know who Grace is? You don't have long to wait!

"Pilot fish!" The Doctor shouted. Grace screamed and started to fall out of the tree. "Sorry! He said, catching her by the arm and pulling her back up. A ruder awakening Grace had not yet experienced. It must have been morning as she could see the dim forest around them.

"What?" She asked, but got no further, because he put his arm around her head, covering her mouth. She tried to push him off, but he shushed her and, pointing her head to their left, brought her attention to a dark silhouette about 20 yards off.

"Mfff, mmmm mumff muff?" Grace mumbled. The Doctor let her go and she repeated, "What in Corotanta's Caldera is that?" The Doctor didn't answer, but the silhouette moved, a stub at the front sweeping over the ground, like a dog searching for a scent. Pilot fish? Like the ones around sharks? "Doctor! What in space-time is it?" The creature, for that was what she realized it was, had looked up and was running, charging, at their tree. "Doctor!" She shouted and, looking over at him, was shocked to see a look of complete and utter bewilderment on his face. "Hey! Grace to Doctor?" The animal (a being that Grace now saw looked like an ankylosaurus, an extinct dinosaur back on Earth) was nearly at the tree. Grace screamed and jumped out of the tree on the opposite side, but the Doctor was slow in following. What was wrong with him? There was a thunderous crash behind her and she ducked aside just in time as the creature run through the shattered remains of the trunk and narrowly miss trampling her. The tree's leaves were shaken loose and fell like rain from the horizontal branches. Grace stood up and yelled for the Doctor, scanning the debris for him or the monster. There was a sound like an elephant pounding its feet and Grace turned just in time to see the beast run at her. Feeling a distinct sense of deja vu, she ran into the thickest of the fallen tree.

"Doctor!" She screamed. "Doctor!"

"Oi!" Came the reply. Grace spun on the spot, branches blocking her view in every direction. She started to walk in the direction of his voice. She saw the sleeve of his suit from under a large tree branch. She ran toward him and jumped over the log so that she was on the same side as him. She rolled her eyes.

"How is it that you get into so much trouble?" He shrugged with the arm not trapped under the tree. They both froze as a loud snort sounded less than ten feet away. The Doctor pulled Grace into a crouch by the collar and they held their breath. The massive footfalls of the creature started to move away and the Doctor pulled something out of his pocket. Grace shook her head violently. It was her watch.

"I'm really sorry."

"No."
"Grace, if there were any other way…"

"No!" She had spoken too loudly and the footsteps stopped. They both held their breath. A footstep came closer; and another; and another. It was just on the other side of the log. The Doctor pressed the watch into her limp hand.

"Grace, run." He held his sonic up to the log and it shattered with a sound like a gunshot. Without thinking, Grace stood up and started running, full speed, into the underbrush. She heard the Doctor shouting behind her, drawing the creature's attention away from her. The images of pain and death were flowing into her again, this time accompanied by loneliness; overwhelming loneliness. This was what awaited her in the watch. She was afraid, more afraid than she had ever been in her life. She looked behind her but couldn't see anything through the thick forest. Had the Doctor got away? Why had he wanted her to open the watch now? She slowed her running to a steady jog to think. How close were they to the TARDS? Sunlight broke through the trees to her right and she pushed aside the braches of a small tree and fell into the clearing.

It was an open strip of dirt about 5 feet wide with the forest on one side and a shear cliff dropping down on the other. He took a few steps toward the edge and looked down into the deep chasm. There, far away on the bottom, was a spot of blue. The TARDIS. But how would she get to it? Even more important, what would she do when she got there? She couldn't fly it, let alone rescue the Doctor with it. Why was she so useless? She sat down hard on the ground. She felt like she could cry, the same tears as she shed after one of her bad dreams, only this wasn't a dream. Here she was, small and helpless as the most important person in her life was chased by death. Perhaps he was already dead? No, she wouldn't permit the thought to take hold. A hot tear rolled off of her cheek and fell on the watch in her hand. Grace was helpless, but was the Time Lord Grace? She sniffed as she looked at it, stroking the complex pattern on it's front with her thumb. She heard a shout in the jungle.

My Doctor. For my Doctor, I will die.

With a soft click, the watch opened, spilling out a beautiful yellow light.