Through either dumb luck, the Doctor's insight, or some odd coincidence, the maintenance shaft lead the trio directly back to Ward 26. The Doctor soniced the side door, casually walking out as they viewed the area. All the patients and visitors were still there with no signs of the zombies but the exits were boarded up, barricading themselves from the horde.

Then, with a cry full of ferocity and anger, Frau Clovis appeared around the corner. She brandished a stool, holding it as a weapon as she charged at the trio. The Doctor immediately placed himself in front, holding out his hands.

"We're safe! We're safe! We're safe! We're clean! We're clean! Look, look," he quickly said, showing his clean skin.

Clovis wasn't convinced, still threatenly holding the chair. "Show me your skin."

They instantly complied, showing off their clean skin to Clovis and the rest of the Ward 26 members. "Look, clean. Look, if we'd been touched, we'd be dead." This seemed to be enough for the lady, who gave a sharp nod and gently lowered the stool. "So how's it going up here? What's the status?"

"There's nothing but silence from the other wards. I think we're the only ones left," Clovis explained, her voice wavering some. She then stepped forward, holding a device in her hand and pointing to New New York. "But I've been trying to override the quarantine. If I can trip a signal over to New New York, they can send a private executive squad."

While Riley was pretty impressed with this plan, it had the opposite effect on the Doctor, realizing exactly what that would do. "You can't do that. If they forced entry, they'd break quarantine."

"I am not dying in here," Clovis hissed out, ignoring the Doctor's warnings.

"We can't let a single particle of disease get out," he yelled back, trying to put her selfish reasons aside. "There are ten million people in that city. They'd all be at risk. Now, turn that off!"

"Not if it gets me out."

Riley let out a low whistle. "Bad thing to say," she muttered, watching the Doctor stand tall in front of Clovis.

"All right, fine. So I have to stop you lot as well. Suits me," he shrugged off, giving her one last glare before walking through the ward. "Riley, Rose, Novice Hame, everyone! Excuse me, your Grace. Get me intravenous solutions for every single disease. Move it!"

No one hesitated, grabbing any and all drip bags from all over the ward. The Doctor, on the other hand, grabbed a rope from one of the Duke's robes and tied it around his body, placing the bags of solutions all over.

Riley rushed around, not quite sure what the Doctor was planning but he seemed pretty confident in whatever it was. Then, of course, he always seemed that way. She went over to the Face of Boe, taking off her jacket to use as a makeshift bag, placing the solutions inside.

"Sorry Boe," she said out loud, hoping none of theses were very vital for his survival. She glanced over at the tank, still seeing him with his eyes closed. "Asleep again? In the middle of this? Do we need a German Air Raid to wake you up?"

One was enough, thanks, he chuckled, evidently just resting his eyes for a moment.

Riley couldn't help but smile. "Let me know if you really need any of these."

All precautions Sunshine, this medicine will do so much more good in the Doctor's hands.

Riley wasn't quite sure what he meant by that but nodded all the same, picking up her jacket-slash-bag and bringing it over to the Doctor.

"Fresh delivery," she said, placing her jacket on the ground and helping him place tie the solutions to the rope. Rose/Cassandra was already there, also helping the Doctor much to Riley's surprise.

"How's that? Will that do?" he asked the girls, holding out his hands for them to view.

"I don't know," Cassandra answered. "Will it do for what?"

"Colors clash a bit," Riley said, smiling at him. She did have to agree with Cassandra, not quite sure what his plan was but, since he was grabbing all of the solutions, she had an inkling that it was going to be nothing short of amazing.

He ran over to the lifts, Riley and Cassandra running to keep up, sonicing it open before peering inside.

"The lifts aren't working," Cassandra said, immensely confused about what was going on.

"Not moving, different thing," the Doctor brushed off. He then back up away from the lift, placing his sonic screwdriver between his teeth. "Here we go," he muttered before taking a running start at the open lift.

"Doctor!"

"But you're not going to-"

Then the Doctor leaped and Riley had a small heart attack, seeing him disappear inside the shaft. The girls ran to the opening, watching him hanging onto the massive cable in the middle.

"What do you think you're doing?" Cassandra asked, still confused about the whole situation.

"Imgoingodwn," he answered, though his sonic screwdriver was between his teeth, making it all jumbled.

"Might want to repeat that," Riley yelled over.

He then took the device out of his mouth, starting to attach a round piece of equipment to the cable. "Riley, I need you to stay here, make sure that signal stays blocked," he said to her.

"On it, I know just the thing," she smiled before nodded at the Doctor and patting Cassandra's shoulder. "Good luck!"

She then made her way down the hallway, finding Clovis also making her way to the lifts.

"What on New Earth is he doing?" she demanded, frowning at the Doctor and Cassandra.

"He's being . . . the Doctor," Riley shrugged, giving the woman a smile. "He's not going to take this sitting down, he's going to fix it."

"But how-" Clovis abruptly stopped mid sentence, her eyes growing wide with terror as she pointed down the hall. Riley turned around, finding that more of the zombies made their way up and were slowly approaching the Doctor and Cassandra. Clovis, in her panic, jerked Riley inside the doors and pressed a panel button, effectively shutting off the hallway and leaving no escape for the Doctor and Cassandra.

"Wait, no!" Riley shouted, moving to open the panel back up but Clovis held her back.

"They knew the risk," Clovis hissed, making Riley glare at the woman.

"Riley, go!"

She heard the Doctor's muffled yell through the door, signaling that they were alright. Still hesitate about leaving them there, Riley breathed out a frustrated sigh before heading back toward Ward 26.

It looked nearly the same, minus the missing solutions, but now everyone glanced around, wondering where the Doctor and blonde girl went.

"What is he doing?" the Duke asked. "Is he going to kill them?"

"No, no," Riley shook her head. "That's not the Doctor's style."

"Get help, bring back the police or military?" Clovis asked, desperately wanting to get out of this hospital.

"No, he took all of the solutions," Riley smiled at the Ward 26 patients, nurses, and visitors. "I think he's going to cure them."

Clovis was flabbergasted. "But how?"

At this, Riley merely shrugged. "I'll ask him when he comes back. But, we need backup," Riley continued on, holding out her hand to Clovis. "You were trying to signal the city?"

"But you don't want us to, you're with the Doctor," Clovis said accusingly, protectively holding the device to her chest. "I won't let you have it."

Riley merely rolled her eyes. "I travel with the Doctor but that doesn't mean I agree with everything he does."

Isn't that the truth, the Face of Boe whispered in her head. She glanced over at his tank, seeing him wide awake and giving a small smirk.

"I can help boost the signal," she offered, holding up her wrist with the vortex manipulator. "With this."

"You're a Time Agent!" the Duke pointed, a bit flabbergasted and awed.

"Yeah, yes, right," Riley nodded, hoping her lie was not coming off too obvious.

"You can just teleport us out of here!"

"It doesn't work like that," Riley explained. Now is where the lie started to grow. "This event, the quarantine, I cannot simply teleport everyone out, too many . . . paradoxes would form."

"And that Doctor, he's an agent too?"

Riley swore she heard a full on holler from the Face of Boe, his laugh vibrating through her head. "No, no, he's err on loan I guess you can say. Bottom line, give me the signal device," she ordered, trying to steer the conversation away from her Time Agent status.

Clovis looked deflated, looking back at her employer for a moment for confirmation, a worried look masking her face. The Duke merely nodded and, very begrudgingly, Clovis handed over the device.

Riley quickly grabbed it, peering down at it in her hands as she wondered what the hell she was suppose to do now. It looked fairly simple, just a small rectangle box with a series of buttons and a small screen. Any idea Boe? she asked in her mind.

What's the best way to break a signal?

Oh.

Riley peered up at the group, everyone concentrating on what she planned on doing. She really hoped they didn't have high expectations because she was pretty sure her next action was fairly unexpected.

Dropping the device to the ground, Riley promptly smashed it with the heel of her boot, the mechanism giving a satisfying crunch as it was flattened. She thought she felt a strange sense of deja vu but couldn't pinpoint why as she kept on destroying the small machine.

Clovis let out a cry of horror, trying to push Riley out of the way as she continued her assault. She managed to push her far enough away that she grabbed it, holding the broken pieces in her hand in dismay before looking up at Riley with pure hatred. "You idiot girl!" she hissed, standing back on her feet and shaking the useless machine in Riley's face. "Look what you've done."

"Yeah, a pretty good job if I do say so myself," Riley smiled. "Ah! There it is," she exclaimed, finding her jacket right where she left it. She calmly put it on, ignoring the looks of shock and amusement from the crowd.

"We won't be able to signal for help!"

"We won't need to," Riley answered calmly. "The Doctor is going to fix this."

"And who is this Doctor anyway?" Clovis spat out. "Who are you?"

Riley merely shrugged. "I'm still trying to figure that out."

"Hold her."

Riley was immediately surrounded, a mixture of patients and visitors came to her, aggressively holding her arms behind her back. "Wait, wait, hold on," she nervously said, finding the majority of the Ward looking at her in anger.

"You ruined our one sure chance of survival." The Duke was the one who spoke this time, standing up from his chair and towering over the girl. She suddenly realized that he wasn't a very large human but more like a giant, a strong looking one at that.

"There's still the Doctor!" she shouted. "Come on Duke, I'm your good luck charm!"

But this fact was lost on him. "I just survived a brush with death, I will not meet my maker so quickly after!" he hissed. "Throw her out!"

"Wait!"

"Take her vortex manipulator!"

"There shouldn't be anymore killing!"

Everyone on the Ward spoke up at once, some agreeing with the Duke's action while others tried to vouch for Riley, seeing her and the Doctor's point. Novice Hame was particularly adamant, standing in front of the girl as protection despite their fight only a few hours earlier. Riley, on the other hand, could not believe this was happening. This was definitely not how she planned things to go.

Why did her plans always miserably fail?

Better yet - how did she know her plans never turned out correctly?

STOP!

Everyone immediately stopped fighting, some glancing around at what could speak in their head but Riley focused on the Face of Boe, recognizing his voice. He looked angry, or at least as angry as a head in a glass tank could look. His tank bubbles moved around at a higher intensity, the creases by his brow deepened.

I would not do that if I were you, the Face of Boe warned, speaking to everyone telepathically.

"And why not?" Clovis challenged him, apparently not intimidated like the others.

Because, you'll have to deal with MY wrath Frau Clovis.

Though Riley wasn't sure what his wrath would exactly entail, she saw Clovis' face start to pale. The men and women holding her immediately let go and Riley, not taking any chances, took a step further away from the mob and slowly made her way to Boe.

"Thanks," she muttered out but was still confused by their reaction.

There are other ways out here, other exits. Plus, as Riley mentioned, we still have the Doctor.

"But who is this man? What makes him so special?" Clovis demanded, even daring to take a step towards the Face of Boe's tank.

He's the man who will save us, he simply answered. Clovis' mouth opened and closed like a fish but she remained silent. Judging by how pale her face had become, Riley had a suspicion that the Face of Boe sent Clovis' a personality message, one that was enough to frighten the woman and leave Riley alone. Riley glanced at the Face of Boe, wondering just how much influence, and fear, the man held in the galaxy.

xXx

In the end, both Riley and the Face of Boe were right. Word quickly spread through the hospital that the zombie horde had, seemingly magically, been cured. The creatures that could kill someone with one simply touch were now human, completely free of all their diseases. The quarantine was lifted and the New New York Police Department soon flooded the building, arresting members of the Sisterhood. Riley wondered how the city would react to the Sisterhood's actions, with so many citizens being cured because so many died.

Riley never left the Face of Boe's side the entire time, watching the police, staff, patients, and visitors run around the hospital, trying to make sense of all that had happened. The worst part was seeing Novice Hame being taken away. She was such a nice nurse, even taking care of Boe, but just couldn't see the error of her ways.

"So, how do you know me?" Riley quietly asked the Face of Boe once no one was within earshot. "I take it we meet in my future?"

The Face of Boe merely chuckled. Sunshine, when is anything that simple? But yes, we will meet again, in more ways than one.

"Yeah, way to keep things just a bit cryptic," Riley rolled her eyes, starting to find similarities between the Face of Boe and the Doctor. "So we meet through the Doctor?"

He gave a little hum, seemingly not wanting to answer her question.

"Alright, fine, have your silence," she teased, lightly tapping the glass.

I am so happy I got to see you, Riley, he sighed, peering down at her. I fear my end will be soon, I can feel it.

Riley looked up at him, trying to read some sort of expression on his face but nothing was quite clear. "I'm so sorry," she whispered, truly meaning it and lightly placing her hand on the glass.

I'm glad you were able to tag along with the Doctor this time. I was disappointed you weren't on Platform One.

"Wait, you wanted to see me?" Riley asked in confusion, wondering why a random alien would reach out like this.

Among other things, he laughed. All will be explained in due time.

"Riley!"

She looked up, seeing the Doctor and Rose running towards them. The Doctor looked like he fell into a swimming pool, his clothes slightly damp for some reason, but Riley didn't mind, immediately standing up and rushing over to give the Time Lord a hug. He quickly returned it, picking her up and spinning her around.

"You cured them?" Riley asked in disbelief, causing him to merely wink at her.

"You stopped the signal?"

She shrugged. "Had to fight a few people but they ended up listening to me," she said rather smugly, hearing the Face of Boe give a chuckle. "Rose, are you . . . you?"

"Still me," she gave a half smile to Riley, not even attempting to hug the girl. Riley's face immediately fell, recognizing the voice as Cassandra's. Why couldn't she just go?

"And you," the Doctor pointed to the Face of Boe. "You were supposed to be dying."

There are better things to do today. Dying can wait, he plainly answered.

"Oh, I hate telepathy. Just what I need, a head full of big face." Cassandra sneered from the side, earning a smack on the head from Riley.

The Face of Boe ignored the girl, knowing this was truly not Rose Tyler. I have grown tired with the universe, Doctor, but you and Riley have taught me to look at it anew.

"There are legends, you know, saying that you're millions of years old," he said with great interest, slowly walking towards the tank and crouching down.

Well, now, that would be impossible.

"Aren't we all?" Riley laughed. "Time travel, saving the Earth, or New Earth. Not exactly normal."

"Things are usually not impossible, just highly improbable," the Doctor looked up, giving Riley a grin before returning to the Face of Boe. "I got the impression there was something you wanted to tell me."

A great secret.

"So the legend says."

The Face of Boe paused for a moment, as if thinking it over. It can wait.

Riley gave out a roaring laugh, not believing this alien would bring the Doctor all this way, only to tell him absolutely nothing. She was starting to like this guy and sincerely hoped they crossed paths soon.

The Doctor looked a bit disappointed. "Oh, does it have to?"

Doctor, Riley. We shall meet again, for the last time and the truth shall be told. Until that day

His entire tank was suddenly encased in a sparkling green light, slowly dissolving the Face of Boe and sending him away. Riley couldn't help but look extremely impressed, having never seen teleportation like that before.

"Going out in style, I like it," she said, wiggling her eyebrows at the Doctor and Cassandra.

"That is enigmatic," the Doctor commented, thinking over what the Face of Boe just said. "That, that is, that is textbook enigmatic. Did he say anything else to you?"

"This woman doesn't kiss and tell," she answered, receiving an eyeroll from the Doctor as he stood up and brushed off his pants. "But no, he didn't say anything else about you." At least nothing worth mentioning.

"So, now for you," the Doctor turned around as him and Riley stared at Cassandra.

"But everything's happy. Everything's fine," she said, a step short of begging. "Can't you just leave me?"

"You've lived long enough," his voice was calm but a hint of a warning broke through, not going missed by the last human. "Leave that body and end it, Cassandra."

It suddenly truly hit Cassandra, some tears starting to form as she placed a hand to her face in freight. "I don't want to die," she cried out. Riley couldn't help but feel pity for the poor woman, knowing that facing death was not an easy task.

"No one does."

"Help me!" she pleaded but the Doctor couldn't be swayed.

"I can't."

"Mistress!" They all three looked to the side, seeing Chip emerge from the hallway, somehow alive and safe. He was enthusiastic, a huge grin on his face as he came up to Riley. "I kept myself safe for you, mistress!" he smiled.

"No, I'm not Cassandra," Riley said softly, pointing at Rose instead.

"A body," Cassandra breathed out, her mind formulating a plan. "And not just that, a volunteer."

"Don't you dare. He's got a life of his own," the Doctor warned but the servant didn't care.

"But I worship the mistress. I welcome her," Chip said adamantly without a second thought.

"You can't, Cassandra, you-"

But no one paid attention to the Doctor. Cassandra completed the energy transfer, the red haze once more exiting Rose and being absorbed into Chip. Riley and the Doctor immediately stepped forward, helping Rose remain upright.

"Oh! You alright?" the Doctor asked Rose, who was still recovering. She seemed fine for a moment but her knees gave away again. "Whoa! Okay?"

"Yeah," Rose breathed out, still catching her breath and getting use to her own body. "Yeah." She then looked up and smiled, seeing herself in the Doctor's arms. "Hello!"

"Hello, welcome back!"

Riley, without thinking, interrupted the little moment, throwing her arms over the girl and giving her a tight embrace. "Hello again! How about we don't do that again, yeah?"

"Oh, sweet Lord," Cassandra, now in Chip's body, sighed and walked up to the trio. "I'm a walking doodle." She held up her arms, showing off the designs.

"You can't stay in there. I'm sorry, Cassandra, but that's not fair," the Doctor yet again turned on the woman, his tone growing in a warning. "I can take you to the city. They can build you a skin tank and you can stand trial for what you've done."

"Well, that would be rather dramatic," she thought it over, impressively calm about the whole situation. "Possibly my finest hour, and certainly my finest hat, but I'm afraid we don't have time. Poor little Chip is only a half-life, and he's been through so much. His heart is racing so." She paused, listening to her heart beating. "He's failing. I don't think he's going to last-"

But she couldn't finish her sentence, crumpling to the ground as her legs gave out. The Doctor, Rose, and Riley were immediately there to catch her, helping her kneel on the ground. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," she calmly answered, placing a hand to her chest. She then thought it through and realized exactly what was happening. "I'm dying, but that's fine." She gave an odd smile, seemingly alright with that statement.

"I can take you to the city," the Doctor offered but Cassandra brushed that thought aside.

"No, you won't," she firmly said. "Everything's new on this planet. There's no place for Chip and me any more. You're right, Doctor. It's time to die," she said softly, the three of them not sure exactly what to say. What could you say to a person facing down death, so knowingly and calmly. "And that's good."

An awkward silence hung between them as they helped Cassandra stand, fully supporting Chip's body weight. "Come on," the Doctor offered. "There's one last thing I can do."

xXx

In the end, they took Cassandra to the past, specifically a party that Cassandra attended so long ago. An odd farewell, viewing you past self at the height of your beauty, but Riley didn't question it. Actually, she could barely face it, waiting for the Doctor and Rose to return in the main console room of the TARDIS. The music, mingling, and clanging of glasses could be heard as the Doctor and Rose viewed Cassandra's death. Riley, on the other hand, felt like she couldn't do it, opting to sit this one out after saying goodbye to Cassandra, the odd trampoline-turned-floating conscious.

The Doctor lightly closed the door behind them and placed his overcoat on one of the beams before making his way to the main console, pressing a few buttons and levers to send the TARDIS drifting. "We could go back to New New York, we never did get to see the city," he offered the girls, both of whom shook their heads.

"I think I've had enough of New New York for one day," Rose lightly said but still gave the Doctor a smile, lightly placing a hand on his arm. "But . . . thank you, for, well, everything." Her face grew slightly red after saying that, though Riley wasn't quite sure why. "I'll see you in the morning, yeah?" she asked Riley.

"Hope so," Riley smiled back, giving the girl a massive hug before watching her walk down one of the TARDIS' hallways.

The Doctor looked a little dejected, playing with a few of the levers after Rose left. Riley looked between the Doctor and where Rose left, wondering what exactly was going on between the two, but this was neither the time nor place.

"So, now I just be off on my merry way? Is that how it works?" Riley asked, walked over to the console and lightly touched a few levers, careful not to actually move anything.

The Doctor looked up, one of his eyebrows slightly raised. "Just how early is this for you?"

"Fourth time we met, actually," Riley shrugged, causing the Doctor's eyes to grow slightly wide. Now that would explain some things. "Haven't had a proper chance to use this," she held up the vortex manipulator.

"What do you mean?"

Riley rolled her eyes. "Where do I start? Accidental jump, your fault," she pointed accusingly at the Doctor who was extremely confused. "And you punched in the coordinates in last time."

"Ah, so you haven't met . . . well, the person who teaches you?"

"Apparently not," Riley laughed, remembering how annoyed the previous Doctor was that he wasn't the one to teach Riley.

"Well, in the meantime." He walked over to the other side of the console, lightly taking her arm and peering at the vortex manipulator, setting in the right space-time coordinates.

"Thanks," Riley muttered, crossing off the next set of coordinates with the pen in her pocket. "Before I go," Riley looked a bit sheepish at asking this question, "could I . . . stay here for the night?"

The Doctor merely blinked at her. "Of course, why wouldn't you? Oh!" he exclaimed realizing just how early this was for her. "Of course, of course! Right this way. You haven't seen your room yet!"

"My room?" Riley repeated, following the Doctor along the winding corridors, taking so many turns that Riley was sure she couldn't find her way back. Just how big was the TARDIS anyway? And the last time she was in here with Clara, wasn't the swimming pool and trampoline room right next to each other? Did the TARDIS somehow redecorate itself every so often?

The Doctor, on the other hand, knew exactly where to go, giving absolutely no hesitation. Or maybe he was just really good at pretending to look not lost, it was a toss up really. He lead her to a simple door in a corridor full of doors of all shapes, sizes, and colors. This one in particular looked oddly familiar to Riley, though she had no idea why.

He opened the door for her, allowing Riley to step inside and give a little gasp. The room was absolutely gorgeous, full of bright, inviting colors, a bookshelf that took up one entire wall and filled to the brim with volumes of all shapes and sizes, a retro desk, chair, and dresser and, most importantly, the bed. But the bed was literally in the floor and took up nearly the entire room, like one huge couch with an assortment of pillow and blankets that you could also sleep in, along with 12 other people.

"This is amazing," Riley breathed, walking inside and immediately taking a running start and plopping on the bed/couch/lounge area combo. "You designed this?"

The Doctor only laughed, leaning on the doorframe. "No, you did. The TARDIS customizes it based on your preferences."

"Ah, no wonder it's so rad then," she teased, climbing out of the bed and slowly walking around the room. "So I have my own room on the TARDIS?"

"Of course, why wouldn't you?"

Riley found that she didn't have an answer and instead went over to the bookshelf, looking over the works. While she couldn't remember any of the stories, for some reason all of the titles looked oddly familiar, though some authors were immediately known to her like Shakespeare and Agatha Christie.

"So, I'll leave you to it then," the Doctor slowly said, still standing in the doorframe and running a hand through his hair nervously.

"Sorry," Riley chuckled, coming back to reality as she made her way to the Doctor, realizing she briefly forgot he was there. "Cannot remember my last room or even my old house so having something of my own is a fantastic feeling." She smiled up at the Doctor, who gave a sad one in return.

"Thank you for . . . " she trailed off, gesturing around the room instead. "And for saving me from Cassandra and the zombies-turned-humans."

The Doctor chuckled. "Anytime but let's not make a habit of it, eh?"

She flashed the Doctor a smile, chuckling as she finished surveying her new room. "Deal."


A/N: There we are, the conclusion of New Earth! Hope everyone enjoyed it, it was one of my favorite chapters to write.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed and if you have any suggestions on what episode to do next, I would leave to hear them!

bored411 - Thanks! :) We got some more insight from the Face of Boe, and there will definitely be more information later on. Hope you enjoyed it!

PepCVina - Aw, thank you so much! :) Glad you're liking it so much! And romance will be coming! Some ~things have to be set up first (timey-wimey stuffs) but it's going into the chapter I'm writing now.

Thanks to everyone who has read/reviewed/favorited/whatnot and hope everyone has a great weekend!

Until next time~