Inside 13 Bannerman Road, Sarah Jane had tired herself out moving from her chair to the settee. As she slumped on the sofa, she wondered about something that had been niggling in the back of her mind for the past few days.
"Luke," She practically whispered, "Where's- Where's Mrs Wormwood?"
Luke looked over at Clyde, who shrugged.
"I'll go see if she's in the attic."
Rani came and sat down next to Sarah Jane, and put her arm around the elder woman's shoulder. "You know Sarah Jane, you and Mrs Wormwood have a real special bond. You always seem to be able to tell what the other is thinking. Call me silly, but sometimes, when you both were in the attic, running through ideas about aliens, I'd be jealous at the way you'd finish each other's sentences."
Sarah Jane turned her head, and smiled wearily at the teenager. "It's strange, but there's something about that woman..."
Rani quickly became alarmed as Sarah Jane's breathing became less frequent, and she started to drop off to sleep on her shoulder.
Luke chose that moment to come into the room, with Sarah Jane snoozing on Rani's shoulder, with Rani's head turned towards her.
"It's not what it looks like, honest!" She tried to protest.
"Uh-huh! Suuuureeeee it isn't..." Clyde said, as he snapped a picture on his phone.
"She's gone. Isn't she?" Rani asked quietly, not wanting to disturb Sarah Jane.
Luke nodded silently.
"Mr Smith and K-9 are trying to find the Doctor. They should be here-" Clyde started.
"Right about now!" A goofy looking guy with trouser braces, bow tie, and a fez walked into the living room.
He smiled, the red rose in a garden of white lilies. "I'm missing something aren't I?"
Once more Sarah Jane found herself being carried upstairs. By the Doctor nonetheless.
She frowned, gazing up at the man in the red fez, wondering what he was doing here, and generally what he was doing.
"Hello Sarah Jane." He said gently, as if she might break at any second.
"Hello Doctor." She whispered.
"Why can I never see you when you're healthy? And why am I always carrying you upstairs?" He asked, stopping just outside the attic entrance.
Sarah Jane smiled, and leaned back into the Doctors arms. He was a lot comfier than his previous incarnations. And the sofa come to that.
The doctor chuckled, obviously Sarah Jane had forgot he was a touch-telepath.
Sarah Jane lay on the couch, oblivious to the action going on around her. Mr Smith and K-9 were trying (and failing) to trace Mrs Wormwood, not yet having found the residual energy from the teleportation in the back garden, and Luke, Clyde, Rani, Doctor, Alan and Maria were talking via web-cam about Sarah Jane's current situation.
"Well what you going to do? Somehow I can't see Sarah Jane wheeling herself down the corridor away from Slitheen." Alan joked.
Maria giggled, but there was nothing from this side of the Atlantic.
"Come on!" She urged, "Maybe, maybe you could do all the investigating, and she could, you know, just watch from the attic."
Clyde half heartedly smiled, "We talking about the same person here Maria? Can you imagine Sarah Jane standing back and watching anything?"
Maria smiled, finding hard to imagine that.
"Aren't there any aliens out there with healing powers?" Alan asked.
Maria slapped her dead, "Powers?"
Luke thought for a minute, searching through his brain for any info on alien 'powers'. "None that we've encountered."
Alan looked crestfallen.
'Poor guy', thought the Doctor. 'He obviously has feelings for Sarah Jane. But then why'd he move to America?'
The Doctor looked over at Sarah Jane, her head was on the arm of the couch, and she was ever so slightly snoring. Oh would he tease her when she woke up!
But he couldn't help but be reminded of the alien that had lay in the same position on that sofa but half a month ago. The one whose side Sarah Jane hadn't left. The Doctor sighed. The one whose disappeared.