A/N: Hmm, should I move "A Half-Remembered Dream" in here too? There really isn't a reason not to; I mean, it stands fine on its own, but it isn't the most original idea, I suppose. What do y'all think?

The unexpected cheerful greeting from the desk made Martha jump, nearly dropping her bag. "Hallo Martha Jones!"

"Dr. Tyler!" She said. "What are you doing here?"

"I work at a library now!" Martha's wild-haired neighbor had a huge, stupid grin on his face and was wearing spectacles. "Aren't libraries absolutely brilliant?"

"Uh, yeah," she replied. She had given up trying to make sense of his antics, including getting everyone to just call him Doctor. She still held back; you had to earn the title of doctor, she always said, and Dr. Tyler wouldnt even say what he was supposedly a doctor of.

"Look, they even gave me a name tag in case I forget who I am," he showed her his name tag proudly. "Very helpful, as that does happen. You—" he stopped himself suddenly, a distant look in his eye. Then he cheered up again "You want a book? I've got a book!" He bent down underneath the desk excitedly and came back up with a green hardcover. "The Basket of Flowers. Lovely book."

"It doesn't have a number on it," Martha observed.

"Yeah I know. It's one of my own. Brought it with me."

"Why?" Martha asked skeptically. "We're in a library."

"Exactly! We're in a library with a distinct lack of this book here!" He exclaimed.

"You're supposed to be quiet in a library," Martha told him in a hushed tone, observing that people were giving them strange looks.

"Oh! Really?" Dr. Tyler leaned in close and whispered.

"Yeah, really." Martha confirmed.

"Okay. Oh!" Martha jumped when he raised his voice suddenly. He kept to his feet with a finger in the air. "I've got just the book for you!" he grabbed her hand, "Run!"

Martha was dragged along a back hallway by her excited neighbor. Finally they stopped before a door with a sign that read Please leave your troubles at the door.

"This is my office!" Dr. Tyler said extatically.

"'Please leave your troubles that the door'?" Martha raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I put that up," her neighbor reached into his pocket, searching for a key. "'S hard to read when you've got heavy thoughts squishing your brain, isn't it?"

"I suppose," Martha said.

"Haha!" Dr. Tyler cried triumphantly, drawing a key from his coat pocket. He stuck it in the keyhole, and, with the grin of a little kid showing off a work of art, he swing the door open and revealed...

"It's a broom closet," Martha stated.

"Well, it's a book closet now!" Dr. Tyler gestured to the shelves full of books. "Put those up myself. Hang on, the one I'm looking for is way op at the top." He situated the ladder and climbed up.

Martha didn't quite believe the next sound she heard. "Was that a duck?"

"Yeah, could you get that?" He called from the top of the ladder, distractedly muttering things like "I could have sworn I put it up here."

Martha looked the the right wall of the closet to see that the phone was, in fact, in the shape of a duck. "Why does it look like that?"

"Regular phones are bor-ing," was the answer.

Martha cautiously lifted the phone— sorry, duck— from the receiver and put it to her ear. "Hello, this is, uh, the library."

"Martha?" Rose's voice called from the other end. "What happened? Where's the Doctor?"

"What? Nothing happened, he's right here," Martha replied. "Is something wrong?"

"No, no, nothing's wrong," Rose assured her quickly. "Could you just tell him I need him to pick the twins up from school?"

"Yeah, no problem— what was that?"

"What was what?" Rose asked casually.

"That sound," Martha clarified.

"Just a car backfiring. 'S nothing, really. Gotta go. Tell him hi from me!"

"Bye," Martha said, but Rose had already hung up. She turned to Dr. Tyler. "That was Rose. She says you've got to pick the twins up from school."

"Okay!" He hopped down from the ladder and landed hard on his feet. He pivoted and presented the book to her. "Don Quixote!"

"That's as thick as my head!" Martha exclaimed.

"Well yeah, it includes the second book," Dr. Tyler explained.

"That's... That's great and all, but I really just wanted to return a book," Martha admitted.

His face fell. "Oh," his smile returned almost as fast as it left. "I can do that! Which book?"

Martha turned over the book. "Seventh Harry Potter book."

"Oh! Yes, this was fantastic!" He exclaimed. He looked straight into her eyes. "Did you cry? I cry every time I read it and I've read it at least fifteen hundred times."

"Yeah, yeah, I cried," Martha laughed. "Uh, do you have to—"

Dr. Tyler jumped. "Oh! The twins!" He raced out of the closet and back through the hallway, calling back, "Thanks Martha!"

"No problem!" Martha called after him. She took another long look at the duck-phone before hanging it back up and heading back, wondering if there were any limits to the oddities of her neighbors.

HISTORY. Sequal to "A Beautiful World." Much Lamplighter Theatre. Also I promised "Coffee With The Ponds" to be the next chapter... So three chapters later...

LOST REVIEWS.

GriffinGirl8655, Aug 12 2014

"Oh, I can't wait to see how that turns out! Nice chapter, I'm glad you decided to write more!"

"Emuh" (anon), Aug 13 2014

"That was a great sequel! I almost cried when The Doctor saw it was the 7th HP book... Can't wait for coffee!"

Ruth Joyce, Aug 21 2014

"This was great! I didn't think it was bad at all. Do you have a chapter where they get in trouble with Donna? If not, then PLEASE do one! I think you'd be really good at it.
Also, in the future once the Tardis is grown (there was a deleted scene where DoctorDonna gave them a piece of Tardis to grow their own, but it takes a few years) you could have the Doctor gather them all and take off into time and space. Just an idea."