AN: Hello readers, so I'm sorry about the late update, but it's been a hectic month for me. I got sick and then it was just family, family, family and I never had any free time. On the plus side, I got the Windows Surface tablet for Christmas and I'm posting from here. Still a bit confused by it but I'll get it eventually. Anyway, enjoy the chapter. The next will be up in a week or two, then I can finally get to the huge plot twist I'm planning. Spoliers! So happy New Year and get started reading!

We ran down a few hallways and through a couple doors, all made of wood. I was actually kind of getting tired of the wood. It's no help to a sonic screwdriver, or my sonic phone, although my sonic phone is a story for later.

Ms. Jones stopped us, realizing something. "Wait, the emergency protocols! They're still in there! We need them!"

We turned around to race back to the meeting room when the alien from earlier ran towards. We spun around and ran to another room. Rose tried to open another door, but she failed.

"Hide!" Ms. Jones cried. She ducked behind a screen by an alcove of windows, I hid in the drapes, and Rose hid behind the couch.

Doctor? Where are you? I called out telepathically. I could hear the alien coming closer to the door.

I'm in the lift, running from some people with guns who want to kill me- Before he could continue his sentence, I yelled at him. What the hell did you do? Never mind that, that creature is about to come into the room we're hiding in! Do something!

I never heard what the Doctor said next because I cut him off with a mental scream. The alien had come through the door and was speaking.

"Oh, such fun," it said. "Little human children, where are you?" My heart raced, the alien, a female judging by her voice, started getting closer to Rose. "Sweet little humankins, come to me."

Suddenly, two more aliens came bursting through the doors. While they distracted the other, Rose ran from her hiding place to mine.

"My brothers!" she said.

"Enjoying the hunt?" one of them asked.

"It's wonderful. The longer you wait, the more they stink!" she replied enthusiastically.

"I can smell an old girl. Stale bird, and brittle bones," one said.

"And a ripe youngster, all hormones and adrenaline. But then there's another, younger than the other. But this one doesn't smell like fear. Why is that?" the female said, but before her brothers could answer, she pulled back the curtain and Rose screamed.

"No! Take me first!" Ms. Jones cried as she leapt out from her hiding spot. Then, the Doctor burst in with a fire extinguisher and sprayed the aliens with it. I grabbed Rose's and Ms. Jones' hands and pulled them towards the Doctor by the door.

"Who the hell are you?" the Doctor asked Ms. Jones.

"Harriet Jones, MP for Flydale North," she replied. We turned around and ran out of the room with the aliens on our tails.

"We need to get to the cabinets room," the Doctor said as we were running.

"The emergency protocols are in there!" Ms. Jones said. "They give instructions for aliens!"

"Harriet Jones, I like you," the Doctor said.

"I think I like you, too," she replied. I sprinted ahead of the group and into the cabinet room. The aliens were about ten feet in front of the doorway when the Doctor grabbed a bottle of alcohol and held his sonic next to it.

"One more move, and my sonic device will triplicate the flammability of this alcohol. Boom, we all go up, so back off," he warned. The aliens took a few steps back. "Right then. Question time! Who exactly are the Slitheen?"

"They're aliens," Ms. Jones said.

"Yes, I've got that, thanks," the Doctor replied snarkily.

"Who are you if not human?" one of the Slitheen asked.

"Who's not human?" Ms. Jones asked.

"He's not human," Rose said.

"He's not human?" Ms. Jones said, confused.

"Can I have a bit of a hush?" the Doctor said.

"Sorry." The Doctor turned back to the Slitheen. "But he's got a Northern accent!"

"Lots of planets have a North," I told Ms. Jones, quoting the Doctor.

"I said hush!" the Doctor yelled at us. He turned back to the aliens. "Come on. You've got a spaceship hidden in the North Sea. It's transmitting a signal. You've murdered your way to the top of the government. What for, invasion?"

"Why would we invade this godforsaken rock?" the Slitheen on the right asked.

"Then something's brought the Slitheen race here. What is it?"

"The Slitheen race?" the one on the left asked.

"Slitheen is not our species, Slitheen is our surname," the right one hissed, "Jocrassa Fel-Fotch Passameer-Day Slitheen, at your service."

"So you're family." The Doctor adjusted his grip on his screwdriver.

"A family business," the left one replied.

"Then you're after a profit. How can you do that on a godforsaken rock?"

Instead of answering the Doctor's question, the one in the middle asked, "Ah, excuse me. Your device will do what, triplicate the flammability?"

"Is that what I said?" I face-palmed.

"You're making it up."

"Ah, well, nice try. Harriet, have a drink. I think you're gonna need it." The Doctor passed her the bottle of alcohol, but she pushed it back to him.

"You pass it to the left first," she said.

"Sorry." He handed the bottle to me, which I dropped and it shattered at our feet.

"Sorry, didn't mean to drop it, just a bit jumpy," I said.

"Now we can end this hunt with a slaughter," the left one said. The three all held up their claws.

"Don't you think we should run?" Rose asked.

"There's nowhere to run," I said.

"Fascinating history, Downing Street. 2,000 years ago, this was marshland. 1730, it was occupied by a Mr. Chicken. He was a nice men. 1796, this was the cabinet room. If the Cabinet's in session and in danger, these are about the four safest walls in the whole of Great Britain. End of lesson." The Doctor reached over and lifted the little door on a panel and pressed the button beneath it. Sheets of steel closed off the outside world around us. "Installed in 1991. Nothing can get in." He was smiling like an idiot.

"And how do you suppose we get out?" I asked him. His smile faded.

He nodded. "Ah." I face-palmed. Idiot.

The Doctor dragged Indra Ganesh's body into the closet. "What was his name?"

"Who?" Ms. Jones asked.

"This one, the secretary or whatever he was called," he said.

"I don't know. I talked to him, I bought him a cup of coffee. I never asked his name," she said.

"Indra," I whispered.

"What was that?" the Doctor asked me. I got off the table and walked towards him.

"His name was Indra. Mr. Indra Ganesh." I leaned down next to the Doctor.

"Sorry," he whispered to the body, then stood up, taking me with him. "Right, what have we got? Any terminals, anything?"

"No, this place is antique. What I don't get is, when they killed the Prime Minister, why didn't they use him as a disguise?" asked Rose.

"He wasn't fat enough," I said. "They are big creatures, need to fit in big humans."

"But the Slitheen are about eight feet, how do they squeeze inside?" Rose asked.

"That's the device around their necks," the Doctor answered. "Compression field- literally shrinks them down a bit. That's why there's all that gas, it's a big exchange."

"Wish I had a Compression Field, I could fit a size smaller," Rose mumbled, walking from the wall to the table where Ms. Jones and I sat.

"Excuse me, people are dead. This is not the time to be making jokes," Ms. Jones scolded.

"Sorry, you get used to this stuff when you're friends with him," Rose apologized.

"It's sadly true," I said. I pulled out my phone and pulled up Temple Run 2. I played that for a bit until I heard Ms. Jones yelling at the Doctor.

"Right, if we're going to find their weakness, we need to find out what planet they're from. So, judging by their basic shape, that narrows it down to 5,000 planets within traveling distance. What else do we know about them? Information," the Doctor said really fast. He had a stern look on his face.

"They're green," Rose said.

"Yep, narrows it down," said the Doctor.

"Good sense of smell."

"Narrows it down."

"Oh! I know!" All the heads in the room turned towards me. "When they fart, it doesn't smell like one, it smells more like bad breath."

"That's it!" the Doctor shouted. "Calcium decay! That narrows it down!"

"We're getting there, Mum!" Rose shouted into the phone.

"Calcium phosphate, organic calcium, living calcium, creatures made out of living calcium! Oh, what else? Hyphenated sodium- Yes! That narrows it down to one planet! Raxacoricofallpatorius!"

We crowd around the phone. The Doctor instructed Mickey and Jackie to get into the kitchen and find anything with vinegar in it. Jackie pulled out pickled onions, pickled eggs, and something else that sounded gross.

I turned to Rose. "You kiss this man?" She shrugged. We heard the alien explode and all let out a sigh of relief.

"Hannibal?" Rose asked.

"What about Hannibal?" I asked, just as confused. I must have missed this bit of the conversation, focusing more on Jackie's and Mickey's safety.

"Hannibal crossed the Alps by dissolving boulders with vinegar," Ms. Jones explained.

"Oh, okay. I would suggest for us to have a drink, but a) I dropped it and b) I'm not old enough to drink," I said.

"No, anyone above the age of eighteen can drink," Rose corrected.

"Not in America. You have to twenty-one, and I'm sticking to that rule. My older brother died of alcohol poisoning," I explained.

"What did you say about your brother?" the Doctor asked.

It took a moment, but then it hit me. "Oh. My. God. I remember some of my past! I know a bit about who I am!" My smile was wider than the Cheshire Cat's. I was jumping in excitement.

The Doctor pulled me into a big hug. "That's fantastic!"

"Hate to burst your bubble, but listen to this," Rose said, motioning us over to the cell phone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, nations of the world, humankind. The greatest experts in extraterrestrial events came here tonight. They gathered in the common cause. But the news I bring you is grave indeed. The experts are dead, murdered right in front of me by alien hands. Peoples of the Earth, heed my words. These visitors do not come in peace. Our inspectors have searched the sky above our heads, and they have found massive weapons of destruction capable of being deployed within 45 seconds. Our technicians can baffle the alien probes, but not for long. We are facing extinction, unless we strike first. The United Kingdom stands directly beneath the belly of the mother ship. I beg of the United Nations, give pass an emergency resolution. Give us the access codes. A nuclear strike at eh heart of the beast is our only chance of survival. Because from this moment on, it is my solemn duty to inform you- Planet Earth is at war."

The Doctor, Rose and I share disbelieving looks.

"He's lying," I said.