I was sitting in my bedroom in the TARDIS. It was our 'quiet' day. Yeah I know what you're thinking, 'A quiet day with the Doctor around? Impossible'

Yes, quiet days were quite rare around here, but every once in a while we would spend a day on the TARDIS, Rose and I would usually make the Doctor sit through a sappy romantic movie or bake a cake. Well Rose would bake the cake and I would just eat the batter while she wasn't looking. I wasn't the best cook. Actually I was extremely terrible. I couldn't make toast without burning it. It was sad really.

This quiet day was a little different though. The Doctor was working on something on the TARDIS and Rose had decided to take a shower or something. I wasn't really paying attention, because today marked the 4th month of me being here, which I also referred to as my 17th birthday.

Since I had boarded the TARDIS I had kept a calendar in my room, marking off each day, it helped me stay grounded I guess, being able to keep track of the time passing.

After sitting there staring at the roof for a few minutes I made my way to the control room to find the Doctor staring at the screen attached to the console intently. He didn't even look up when I entered the room.

"Do you know what the date is today?" I asked him as I fiddled with the controls.

He looked up at me with his eyebrows raised. "We are floating in the time vortex. There is no date." He went back to whatever he was doing.

"Yeah, I know. I meant like, what the date would be if we were following the days since I left. Like in my timeline."

He sighed not looking up, but placing his hand on top of mine, pulling it away from the console in a 'don't touch' motion. "No, but I'm assuming you're going to tell me?"

"It's the 11th of December!"

He looked at me briefly, slightly disinterested. "And what exactly happens on that date?"

I sighed, looking down and mumbling "It's my birthday" now not very excited in telling the Doctor, seeing his disinterest in the conversation.

He looked up from the controls he was fiddling with "Sorry what? I didn't hear you."

"It's my-"I started to say louder, but was cut off by a large jolt causing me to grab onto the console for dear life.

"No, no, no," the Doctor started to mutter, sending the TARDIS into flight.

"What's the emergency?" Rose asked as she ran down the stairs to us.

"It's mauve." The Doctor replied ominously.

"Mauve?" I raised my eyebrows at him.

"The universally recognised colour for danger." He answered in a 'duh' tone. Oh yes obviously.

"What happened to red?" Rose asked. Yes thank you! At least someone was on my side.

"That's just humans. By everyone else's standards, red's camp. Oh, the misunderstandings. All those red alerts, all that dancing." He explained, fiddling with the controls. "It's got a very basic flight computer. I've hacked in, slaved the TARDIS. Where it goes, we go."

"And that's safe, is it?"

"Totally." There was a large bang soon after he said this, causing me to lose my footing, the Doctor pulling me up just before I hit the floor. "Okay, reasonably. Should have said reasonably there. No, no, no, no! It's jumping time tracks, getting away from us." The Doctor raced around the console, hitting buttons as he went.

After a moment I spoke up. "What exactly is this thing?"

"No idea." He replied, distractedly.

"Then why are we chasing it?" Rose asked, obviously.

"It's mauve and dangerous, and about thirty seconds from the centre of London."

Oh shit.

After a few moments, the TARDIS landed with a large jolt sending as all to the ground. The Doctor grinned, pulling Rose and I to our feet, not waiting for us to rush out the door, Rose on his heels.

I stood there for a moment, looking around the console room before sighing "Happy Birthday to me."

~09~

The alleyway we had landed in was sort of old looking, very unmodernised for a street in the centre of London, well most streets.

I walked over to the Doctor and Rose to hear the Doctor say "Do you know how long you can knock around space without happening to bump into Earth?"

Rose shrugged "Five days?"

"Or is that just when we're out of milk?" I joked.

The Doctor shook his head "Of all the species in all the Universe and it has to come out of a cow." The Doctor looked around, walking down the alleyway, slowly "Must have come down somewhere quite close. Within a mile, anyway. And it can't have been more than a few weeks ago. Maybe a month."

"A month?" Rose replied, incredulously. "We were right behind it!"

"It was jumping time tracks all over the place. We're bound to be a little bit out. Do you want to drive?" he asked sarcastically.

"Yeah." She said, distractedly "How much is a little?"

"A bit."

I raised my eye brows and said sarcastically "Is that exactly a bit?"

"Ish." The Doctor just shrugged.

Rose threw her hands in her pockets as we made our way down the street. "What's the plan, then? Are you going to do a scan for alien tech or something?" ali-wha?

The Doctor stopped and turned to her, saying in a patronising tone. "Rose, it hit the middle of London with a very loud bang. I'm going to ask."

He pulled out his psychic paper showing it to her "Doctor John Smith, Ministry of Asteroids." She read.

"It's psychic paper. It tells you-"

But Rose cut him off "Whatever you want it to tell me, I remember."

He held his hands up in defence as we stopped outside an industrial looking door with the words 'Deliveries Only' marked on it. "Sorry."

"Not very Spock, is it," The Doctor turned from the door to glare at her. "Just asking." She muttered, after seeing his expression

The Doctor leaned his ear up against the door "Door, music, people. What do you think?""

"I think you should do a scan for alien tech. Give me some Spock, for once. Would it kill you?"

The Doctor ignored her as he opened the door with his sonic screwdriver. I pushed the door open stepping inside as the Doctor turned back Rose looking at her Union flag shirt. "Are you sure about that t-shirt?"

I didn't hear her answer as I looked down at my outfit of a pair of ripped jeans and a red flannel with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows a white shirt and converse. I looked up to see the Doctor looking at me "Are you going to judge my outfit too?" I asked

He looked me up and down "Nah, I think you're alright, although," he nodded to the sunglasses that were perched on the top my head "It's dark outside, so what's with the sunglasses?"

I grabbed the sunglasses stuffing them in my pocket before saying sarcastically "Yes, because I knew it was going to be night time when we landed."

He just ignored me walking through a weird beaded curtain into a different room where jazz music was coming from. I sighed following him just in time to see him stop the music, taking the microphone from the singer.

While this was happening I noticed a poster a few metres away from me with the words "Hitler will send no warning!" printed on it.

Before I could warn the Doctor he had started speaking "Excuse me. Excuse me. Could I have everybody's attention just for a mo? Be very quick. Hello! Might seem like a stupid question, but has anything fallen from the sky recently?"

There was a moment of silence as I tried to draw the Doctor's attention to the poster. Then there was laughter. The Doctor just looked confused, causing me to give up, covering my face with a hand. "Sorry, have I said something funny? It's just, there's this thing that I need to find. Would've fallen from the sky a couple of days ago." An alarm started to go off causing everyone to get up and start leaving. "Would've landed quite near here. With a very loud-"

I saw the Doctor look around as a man called out "Quickly as you can, down to the shelter"

He caught sight of me and I pointed harshly to the poster "-Bang."

What an idiot.

~09~

We exited the building the same way we came after the Doctor's embarrassing moment to see that Rose wasn't anywhere in sight. Where did she go? And she left me alone with him!

"Rose?" The Doctor called.

I heard a small meow from a cat sitting on a wall near the TARDIS "You know, one day, just one day, maybe, I'm going to meet someone who gets the whole don't wander off thing. Nine hundred years of phone box travel, it's the only thing left to surprise me."

I raised my eyebrows at him while he spoke with the cat. Weirdo.

Then suddenly I heard a ringing sound coming from the TARDIS. The Doctor also looked up in confusion. He walked over to the front of the TARDIS opening a little door where the phone was, but it wasn't connected was it? "How can you be ringing?" he muttered to himself as I walked over to him "What's that about, ringing? What am I supposed to do with a ringing phone?"

He pulled out his sonic, about to scan it when a voice behind us made me jump about two feet into the air. "Don't answer it. It's not for you. "

I turned around to see a girl that looked only a little bit older than me. "Blimey, did you just pop out of thin air?"

The Doctor hushed me before speaking to her "And how do you know that?" he asked, refering to what she had said.

"'Cos I do. And I'm telling you, don't answer it!"

"Well, if you know so much, tell me this. How can it be ringing? It's not even a real phone. It's not connected, it's not-"

I turned around to see an empty alley "Doctor," I interrupted him "She's gone,"

He stopped talking and turned back to the phone, answering it. "Hello? Hello? This is the Doctor speaking. How may I help you?"

I leaned my ear against the other side of the phone to listen. "Mummy? Mummy?" we heard a small child's voice say.

"Who is this? Who's speaking?" the Doctor said confused.

"Are you my mummy?" the little boy asked.

"Who is this?" the Doctor sounded angry now. What the hell was going on.

I leaned away from the phone, on the side of the TARDIS as the Doctor argued with the child on the phone. I turned to the TARDIS knocking on it while the Doctor was still on the phone. "Rose? Are you in there?"

There was no answer and I turned to see the Doctor hanging up the phone. He opened his mouth to say something when a noise at the end of the alley stops him.

He looked around before grabbing me and running out of the alley.

~09~

The Doctor and I soon found ourselves following the chick from the alley to a suburban house, where the occupants were making their way to the bomb shelters.

The Doctor pulled himself up onto one of the dustbins, grabbing me under the arms like a small child and pulling me up next to him. I glared up at him "I am perfectly capable of climbing up myself thank you."

But he just ignored me, looking over the wall and into the back garden. I rolled my eyes fixing my gaze on a well-fed middle age women shepparding her son into the bomb shelter. "Come on, hurry up, get in there. Come on. Arthur! Arthur, Will you hurry up? Didn't you hear the siren?"

A man who was equally well-fed exited the house, his face bright red as he grumbled. "Middle of dinner, every night. Blooming Germans. Don't you eat?"

I sighed as the couple continued to squabble before entering the shelter. Soon after they had the girl from the alley entered the garden, making her way into the now unoccupied house. The Doctor and I exchanged a look before jumping off the bins and walking around the house to see what she was up to.

The Doctor and I were crouched out the front of the house when the alley girl made her way put the front, whistling twice before goes back inside. We exchanged a look of confusion until a group of children started to make their way inside, from all different directions.

"Well," the Doctor started making me look back at him "You hungry?"

I grinned at him widely before following him into the house.

~09~

We had entered the dining room unnoticed as the children started to pass around the food.

"Haven't seen you at one of these before." the alley girl, who we had found out was named Nancy asked one of the boys.

The little boy nodded to another and said "He told me about it."

"Sleeping rough?" she asked.

He nodded, looking down at his plate "Yes, miss."

She just nodded, before turning back to the group "All right, then. One slice each, and I want to see everyone chewing properly."

The plate of meet was handed round and as the children took their piece they all muttered "Thank you, miss"

When the plate was handed to the Doctor he stabbed it with his fork grinning widely as he said a cheery "Thanks, miss!"

This caused all the children to notice us and start to panic, during this the Doctor handed me the plate. Yum!
"It's all right." Nancy called out. "Everybody stay where you are!"

"Good here, innit? Who's got the salt?" he started to converse as I just listened, piling my plate with food. I hadn't eaten all day okay?

"Back in your seats." Nancy ordered as I started to dig in. "They shouldn't be here either." She gave us a calculating look.

"So, you lot, what's the story?" The Doctor asked them.

One of them spoke up. "What do you mean?"

I came up for air to answer the question "You're homeless, right?" I asked "Living rough?"

"Why do you want to know that?" another kid that looked not too younger than me demanded. "Are you two coppers?"

The Doctor scoffed "Of course I'm not a copper. What's a copper going to do with you lot anyway? Arrest you for starving?" they all started to laugh at his joke causing me to roll my eyes. "I make it 1941. You lot shouldn't even be in London. You should've been evacuated to the country by now." He looked confused.

"I was evacuated." A small boy spoke up. "Sent me to a farm."

"Why'd ya comph baff?" I asked around a mouthful of food, causing the Doctor to glare at me.

The boy looked scared down at his plate. "There was a man there."

The older boy patted him on the back "Yeah, same with Ernie. Two homes ago."

The boy 'Ernie' glared at him "Shut up. It's better on the streets anyway. It's better food."

They all nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Nancy always gets the best food for us." The older boy agreed.

The Doctor turned to Nancy "So, that's what you do, is it, Nancy?"

"What is?" she asked.

"As soon as the sirens go, you find a big fat family meal still warm on the table with everyone down in the air raid shelter and bingo! Feeding frenzy for the homeless kids of London Town. Puddings for all!" then he paused before saying more seriously "As long as the bombs don't get you."

"Something wrong with that?" she asked before looking at me "And what about you? Who's she? Are you here father?"

I started to cough on the mash potatoes. My FATHER?!

"Wrong with it? It's brilliant. I'm not sure if it's Marxism in action or a West End musical." The Doctor replied, ignoring the daughter comment

"I love West Side Story!" I commented, grinning at the Doctor.

"Why'd you follow me? What do you want?" Nancy asked.

"I want to know how a phone that isn't a phone gets a phone call. You seem to be the one to ask." He replied, leaning forward in his seat.

"I did you a favour." She answered, ominously "I told you not to answer it, that's all I'm telling you."

"Great, thanks." The Doctor said sarcastically. "And I want to find a blonde in a Union Jack. I mean a specific one. I didn't just wake up this morning with a craving. Anybody seen a girl like that?" he made the children laugh again, causing me to roll my eyes. Idiot. While the Doctor was speaking Nancy had gotten up and taken our plate away. Rude!

"What have I done wrong?" he asked.

"You took two slices" But I didn't! "No blondes, no flags. Anything else before you leave?"

"Yeah, there is actually. Thanks for asking. Something I've been looking for. Would've fallen from the sky about a month ago, but not a bomb. Not the usual kind, anyway. Wouldn't have exploded. Probably would have just buried itself in the ground somewhere, and it would have looked something like this." He showed the group a rough sketch he had drawn.

Before Nancy could answer there was a knock at the door making everyone jump. Then there was a familiar voice. The voice of the child from the phone "Mummy? Are you in there, mummy?"

The Doctor jumped up, looking out of the window, pulling the curtain slightly back so I could also see the little blonde boy with a gas mask on.

"Mummy?" The boy called out, knocking at the door.

"Who was the last one in?" I heard Nancy say in a terrified voice. But it was just a scared little boy?

"Him." Ernie replied pointing to one of the other boys.

Nancy shook her head "No, he came round the back. Who came in the front?"

The scared little boy from before stepped forward saying it was him.

"Did you close the door?" she asked him

"Er.."

"Did you close the door?" she asked more urgently.

"Mummy? Mummy? Mummy?" I exchanged a look with the Doctor. What the hell was going on?

Nancy ran into the hallway when the boy couldn't answer her, causing the Doctor and I to follow her.

"What's this, then? It's never easy being the only child left out in the cold, you know." The Doctor said disapprovingly as she bolted the door.

"I suppose you'd know." She replied, doing up all the locks and stepping back.

"I do actually, yes." He answered.

Flashes of a little girl sitting on the front porch of a large estate all by herself entered my mind. "Yeah, I kinda do too."

Nancy looked between us. "It's not exactly a child."

"Mummy?" the child called as Nancy ran back into the dining room, leaving the Doctor and me with the child. "Mummy? Mummy? Please let me in, mummy. Please let me in, mummy." A small hand slid through the mailbox slip, causing the Doctor to step towards the boy. There was a strange scar on the back of his hand…

"Are you all right?" he asked, stepping forward once more.

"Please let me in." the child whimpered.

A plate or something hit the door, causing me to jump and the hand to withdraw out of the mailbox slot. "You mustn't let him touch you!" Nancy warned.

I turned to her "What happens if he touches us?"

"He'll make you like him."

The Doctor cocked his head in interest, "And what's he like?"

She paused before stating "I've got to go."

The Doctor stopped her as she was about to leave "Nancy, what's he like?" he demanded

"He's empty."

Suddenly the phone starts to ring causing our heads to snap towards it.

"It's him." Nancy whispered, terrified. "He can make phones ring. He can. Just like with that police box you saw."

The Doctor looked at me before picking up the phone, Nancy grabbing it from him almost immediately putting it back on the hook.

As soon as she did so the radio starts to play in the dinning room. "Mummy? Please let me in, mummy"

Then a clockwork monkey starts up. "Mummy, mummy, mummy." It chanted.

"This is all a bit of 'The Exorcist' if I say so," I muttered to the Doctor who gave me a look saying 'shut up' well then.

"You stay if you want to." Nancy said before running off, out the back door.

The little boy puts his hand back through the letter box, causing the Doctor to kneel in from of it, examining the scar. I took a few steps forward, kneeling next to him

"Mummy? Let me in please, mummy. Please let me in." the child pleaded.

"Your mummy isn't here." The Doctor told him

"Are you my mummy?"

"No mummies here." The Doctor replied, looking at me "Well unless Nina hasn't told me something…" causing me to glare at him fiercely "Nobody here but us chickens. Well, these two chickens."

The next thing to boy said made my heart go out to him, even though he still freaked me the hell out.

"I'm scared"

"Why are those other children frightened of you?" I asked him.

"Please let me in, mummy. I'm scared of the bombs."

The Doctor sighed, pulling me to my feet next to him. "Okay. I'm opening the door now." He stated, causing the boy to pull his hand back as the Doctor slowly unbolt the door.

But when he opened the door the boy was nowhere to be found.

~09~

We had followed Nancy once again this time to some shack near the railway tracks.

When she stood up she noticed us standing behind her. "How'd you follow me here?"

"I'm good at following, me. Got the nose for it." He tapped his noise, grinning.

She looked at him sceptically "People can't usually follow me if I don't want them to."

"My nose has special powers."

She raised her eye brows smirking. "Yeah? That's why it's-"

I tried to hold back my laughter, covering my mouth. The Doctor looked between us in confusion "What?"

"Nothing." She said innocently, causing me to let out a laugh.

The Doctor glared at me "What?" he asked again.

"Nothing." She shrugged before adding "Do your ears have special powers too?"

That's what finally set me off as I collapsed into a fit of giggles.

The Doctor looked slightly insulted. "What are you trying to say?"

I composed myself to cough "Big ears," before I started laughing again, causing the Doctor to glare at me again. I seemed to be getting a lot of his glares recently.

"Goodnight, Mister" Nancy grinned at us in amusement.

"Nancy, there's something chasing you and the other kids. Looks like a boy and it isn't a boy, and it started about a month ago, right? The thing I'm looking for, the thing that fell from the sky, that's when it landed. And you know what I'm talking about, don't you?" the Doctor spoke, making Nancy freeze and turn around to face us once again.

"There was a bomb." She started, hesitantly. "A bomb that wasn't a bomb. Fell the other end of Limehouse Green Station."

"Take us there."

She shook her head. "There's soldiers guarding it. Barbed wire. You'll never get through."

He just smirked at her. "Try me."

He raised her eyebrows "You sure you want to know what's going on in there?"

I nodded "We really want to know."

She sighed in defeat "Then there's someone you need to talk to first.

"And who might that be?"

"The Doctor."

Sorry who?

~09~

So 'The Doctor' happened to just be a normal Doctor, which was slightly disappointing.

My Doctor was using a pair of super binoculars (don't ask me where he got them from) to scan the bomb area.

"The bomb's under that tarpaulin." Nancy told him, as I sat back, apparently the Doctor didn't think to pack two pairs of his super-binoculars. Typical. "They put the fence up overnight. See that building? The hospital."

I kind of ignored the rest of their conversation, picking at the dirt that has formed under my nails. The Doctor would catch me up later.

A little while later the Doctor pulled me to my feet and towards, where I assumed the hospital was, and Nancy walked off the other way.

As we walked the Doctor turned to me "You weren't listening to a word we were saying were you?"

I gave him a sheepish grin, causing him to roll his eyes at me. "Come on, I'll tell you as we walk."

~09~

So the Doctor caught me up on all the details about how the bomb-not-a-bomb was dropped on the little boy whose name was Jamie, causing him to turn into the gas-masked zombie thing we saw.

The Doctor used his sonic screwdriver to open the padlock on the ornate metal gates to the hospital grounds, of course not letting me do it. AGAIN. Inside the long, dark wards, every bed has a very still patient in it, and they are all wearing gasmasks, which was extremely creepy if I do say so myself.

An elderly, grumpy doctor appeared in front of us, leaning on a walking stick. "You'll find them everywhere." He spoke. "In every bed, in every ward. Hundreds of them."

"Yeah, I saw." I breathed, still looking around the room.

"Why are they still wearing gas masks?" I heard the Doctor ask.

"They're not. Who are you?" he replied, causing me to look over at him in confusion, what did he mean they weren't?

"I'm, er. Are you the Doctor?" He avoided the question

"Doctor Constantine. And you two are?"

"Nancy sent us." The Doctor avoided the question again.

"Nancy?" Constantine stated, nodding. "That means you must've been asking about the bomb."

I nodded as the Doctor replied "Yes."

"What do you know about it?" he asked us.

"Nothing." The Doctor admitted. "Why I was asking. What do you know?"

"Only what it's done." He stated gravely. Who was this man?

"These people," I asked, looking over at all of them, lining the beds. "They were all caught up in the blast?"

Constantine shook his head "None of them were." He then starts to cough, lowering himself into a chair nearby.

"You're very sick." The Doctor stated. Yes, let's just all point out the obvious.

"Dying, I should think. I just haven't been able to find the time. Are you a doctor?"

This caused me to snort.

The Doctor just shrugged though. "I have my moments."

"Have you examined any of them yet?" he nodded to the bed occupants.

"No." he replied moving towards them to do so.

"Don't touch the flesh." Constantine warned.

"Which one?" I asked turning to him.

"Any one."

The Doctor knelt by the nearest patient scanning them with his sonic.

"Conclusions?" Constantine asked.

"Massive head trauma, mostly to the left side. Partial collapse of the chest cavity, mostly to the right. There's some scarring on the back of the hand and the gas mask seems to be fused to the flesh, but I can't see any burns." The Doctor rattled off.

"Examine another one."

The Doctor knelt down to another one, scanning them also, he stood up shaking his head. "This isn't possible." What?

Constantine shook his head "No."

"They've all got the same injuries." The Doctor said, astounded.

"Yes." He stated

"What exactly the same?" I asked.

"Yes." Constantine nodded again. How is that even possible?

"Identical, all of them, right down to the scar on the back of the hand." The Doctor elaborated. "How did this happen? How did it start?"

"When that bomb dropped, there was just one victim." Constantine told us.

"Dead?" I asked.

He nodded. "At first. His injuries were truly dreadful. By the following morning, every doctor and nurse who had treated him, who had touched him, had those exact same injuries. By the morning after that, every patient in the same ward, the exact same injuries. Within a week, the entire hospital. Physical injuries as plague. Can you explain that? What would you say was the cause of death?"

"The head trauma." The Doctor guessed.

Constantine shook his head. "No."

"Asphyxiation." I blurted out. What? I didn't even know what that was. The Doctor gave me a weird looking before turning back to Constantine to see his response.

"No."

"The collapse of the chest cavity." The Doctor said, starting to get a little annoyed,

"No."

The Doctor sighed in exasperation. "All right. What was the cause of death?"

His next words turned my blood cold. "There wasn't one. They're not dead." With that he hit a waste basket with his stick, the noise making the patients sit up in their beds.

I jumped about two feet in the air "Bloody hell!"

"It's all right. They're harmless. They just sort of sit there. No heartbeat, no life signs of any kind. They just don't die." Constantine explained.

"And they've just been left here? Nobody's doing anything?" The Doctor asked as the patients lay back down.

"I try and make them comfortable. What else is there?" Constantine shrugged.

"Just you? You're the only one here?" I asked him.

Constantine gave as both a look. "Before this war began, I was a father and a grandfather. Now I am neither. But I'm still a doctor."

The Doctor nodded. "Yeah. I know the feeling." Alright then, Mr Mysterious.

"I suspect the plan is to blow up the hospital and blame it on a German bomb."

The Doctor shook his head. "Probably too late."

"No. There are isolated cases. Isolated cases breaking out all over London." Constantine started to shake in his chair. This is when I noticed the identical scar on the back of his hand. Oh dear. "Stay back, stay back. Listen to me. Top floor. Room eight oh two. That's where they took the first victim, the one from the crash site. And you must find Nancy again." He blurted out in chucks, convulsing everywhere.

"Nancy?" the Doctor asked.

Constantine nodded "It was her brother. She knows more than she's saying. She won't tell me, but she might-Mummy. Are you my mummy?"

I stared on in horror as his face slowly morphed into a gas mask.

The Doctor grabbed my hand pulling me out of the room.

~09~

"Hello?" we heard a male voice call out,

"Hello?" Then came a female voice, one that sounded like Rose.

"Rose!" I called out as we spotted her down the hall with a handsome dark haired man.

"Good evening. Hope we're not interrupting. Jack Harkness. I've been hearing all about both of you on the way over."

The Doctor looked over at Rose with his eyebrows raised.

"He knows. I had to tell him about us being Time Agents." Time- what? Ohhh she lied. Got it

Jack turns to the Doctor "And it's a real pleasure to meet you, Mister Spock." Then he turns to me and winks "Miss Gibbons."

The Doctor turns to Rose as Jack walked ahead of us. "Mister Spock?"

Rose shrugged "What was I supposed to say? You don't have a name. Don't you ever get tired of Doctor? Doctor who?"

He rolled his eyes "Nine centuries in, I'm coping. Where've you been? We're in the middle of a London Blitz. It's not a good time for a stroll."

"Who's strolling? I went by barrage balloon. Only way to see an air raid." She replied casually.

My eyes went wide along with the Doctor's as we both said "What?!"

But she ignored our outburst "Listen, what's a Chula warship?"

"Chula?"

~09~

We walked over to Jack who was examining the bodies with a watch thing. "This just isn't possible. How did this happen?"

"What kind of Chula ship landed here?" The Doctor asked him, well more like demanded.

"What?"

Rose spoke up. "He said it was a warship. He stole it, parked it somewhere out there, somewhere a bomb's going to fall on it unless we make him an offer."

"What kind of warship?" I asked, intrigued. What? I could be helpful!

"Does it matter? It's got nothing to do with this." He defended himself.

The Doctor gave him a deadly look. "This started at the bomb site. It's got everything to do with it. What kind of warship?"

Jack paused before giving in. "An ambulance! Look." He pressed a button on his wrist thingy producing a hologram of the ship we had followed through the time vortex. "That's what you chased through the Time Vortex. It's space junk. I wanted to kid you it was valuable. It's empty. I made sure of it. Nothing but a shell. I threw it at you. Saw your time travel vehicle, love the retro look, by the way, nice panels. Threw you the bait"

"Bait?" Rose asked confused.

He shrugged. "I wanted to sell it to you and then destroy it before you found out it was junk."

"You said it was a war ship." I pointed out, raising an eyebrow.

"They have ambulances in wars!" he defended. "It was a con. I was conning you. That's what I am, I'm a con man. I thought you were Time Agents. You're not, are you?"

Rose and I smirked at each other before she said sarcastically "Just a couple more freelancers"

"Oh. Should have known. The way you guys are blending in with the local colour. I mean, Flag Girl was bad enough, but U-Boat Captain?" He nodded at the Doctor then turned to me "And you Kiddie Punk-Rock Grunge." I glared at him before looking down at my outfit. I liked this shirt! "Anyway, whatever's happening here has got nothing to do with that ship."

I rolled my eyes at him "No need to get nasty,"

Rose turned to the Doctor "What is happening here, Doctor?"

"Human DNA is being rewritten by an idiot." He stated angrily.

"What do you mean?

"I don't know!" he grabbed his head in frustration. "Some kind of virus converting human beings into these things. But why? What's the point?"

Suddenly the patients sit up. Oh god this can't be good.

"Mummy. Mummy. Mummy? Mummy?"

"What's happening?" Rose asked, as I stumbled behind the Doctor, grabbing his hand.

"I don't know."

"Mummy." They chanted walking towards us.

"Don't let them touch you." The Doctor warned.

"What happens if they touch us?" Rose asked terrified.

"You're looking at it." I breathed.

I gulped as we pressed up against the wall as all the patients gathered around us. "Help me, mummy."

Great. I was going to die on my birthday!

"It's your birthday?" The Doctor asked, turning to me. Oops I guess I said that out loud.

I nodded as the patients got even closer. "Yeah, Happy Birthday to me, right?"

"Mummy. Mummy. Mummy. Mummy. Mummy. Mummy."

Happy freaking birthday.

~09~