The Doctor dashed ahead of the group with me close on his tail. The man being chased ran into the Doctor's arms and started rambling. Jack took out his gun and steadily pointed at them. The Doctor warned him against it, or rather told him not to do it, so instead he pointed it at the sky and fired a couple times. It was enough to scare the tribal-looking people into not coming any closer.

"What the hell are they?" Martha exclaimed while slowly moving away.

I watched them carefully, "They're completely normal. So's that one." I pointed at the man who had been being chased.

"Normal?" Martha asked in a high voice, like an 'are you kidding me' sort of tone.

The man hurriedly spoke, "There's more of them. We've got to keep going."

The Doctor looked in his eyes, "I've got a ship nearby. It's safe. It's not far, it's over there."

He looked to the top of the hill where the TARDIS was only to see more tribal people running at us.

"Or maybe not." The Doctor sighed.

"We're close to the silo. If we get to the silo, then we're safe." The man said.

"Silo?" The Doctor looked to us for agreement.

Jack nodded, "Silo."

"Silo for me." Martha raised her hand.

I hummed, "I hope that whatever's causing that feeling is not in the silo..."

We started to run again. I noticed that Martha did run like she didn't know what to do with her arms. Flimsy running, I called it. Not the time, me. I shook my head and focused on running. The man led the way to the silo, we passed by tons of scrap metal and junk. Eventually a yellow light shone on us, probably the people from the silo. We ran closer to a long, metal gate.

"It's the Futurekind!" The man shouted to the person by the gate.

The guard held up a flashlight, "Show me your teeth!"

We ran up to the gate, he repeated the phrase. The man advised us to show him our teeth so we did. I was slightly uncomfortable with the situation, the teeth thing and also that feeling had grown. It was stronger and it made me shiver.

"Human! Let them in!" The guard deducted, "Let them in!"

We managed to squeeze through the opening in the gate. A few people had gathered, one with a gun stood at the gap and shot the ground. The Futurekind - apparently that's what they're called - swayed around and watched us. Also, they ate humans. That's very strange. I watched as the guard and the Futurekind exchanged a few sentences. If the humans have guns and the Futurekind have fire, sticks, and other stuff...why don't the humans just shoot them? Well, I suppose the Futurekind might have tough skin or something. Or maybe humans don't like killing? But most people would kill to survive. I couldn't exactly understand the entire reason why. It confused me, I didn't know how to react, really. Being cooped up in a room for a month really messed up my opinions. I scratched my head, irritated.

"Charls?" The Doctor nudged my shoulder.

I looked up at him, still lost in thought, "Yeah?"

"We're going inside now." He nodded his head towards the others who had started walking away.

I blinked and cleared my head, "Right."

We walked and caught up with the one guard and everyone else. The man, Padra Toc Shafe Cane, wanted to know if they could take him to Utopia. It was strange, both the man's name and the word Utopia. His name held no strange feeling, but the place Utopia. It gave me a new feeling, like the feeling right after I'd found out my people were killing each other. Betrayal, but this felt weaker. I searched around for the right word. Untrustworthy? No, it didn't feel like I couldn't trust the word. It felt more like it was fake. But fake didn't feel right either. I snapped my fingers, a lie! It feels like a lie! But...doesn't that just make me a lie detector now? I sighed and decided to ask the Doctor about it later.

We were escorted to a sort of shelter or warehouse in the side of the mountain. It seemed very worn down, I thought that technology would have progressed by that point in time but it might have also just stopped or regressed. The guard asked us who we were, the Doctor then smartly remarked that he was a doctor of everything. He then asked about his TARDIS, we'd need to get it back from the outside. Honestly, I thought his love for the TARDIS grew every second he thought about her.

We were given little tickets when we entered. Tiny tickets like for a one time carousel ride at a mall. Then we followed Padra, who was following a small boy, Creet, so basically we were following a small boy.

"I have a very strange feeling about this Utopia." I whispered to the Doctor while he examined his ticket.

"What sort of feeling?"

"I couldn't exactly describe it and the word I did think came close makes me feel sort of more like a detector rather than a person with an ability." I muttered and glanced at the pictures on the walls, "Utopia is a lie."

"What's that mean?" The Doctor glanced at me.

I shrugged, "The word and the place Utopia. When someone mentions it, I can't help but feel like it's not the truth. It feels like people are averting their eyes and there's a deep regret in my head."

The Doctor was cut off from my vision by Jack. We'd walked into a narrow corridor filled with people. I grumbled and kept my thoughts out of my mouth.

"It's like a refugee camp." I heard Martha say faintly.

"Stinking. Oh, sorry. No offence." Jack apologized to the people watching us, "Not you."

"Don't you see that?" The Doctor glanced over his shoulder at Jack, "The ripe old smell of humans. You survived. Oh, you might have spent a million years evolving into clouds of gas, and another million as downloads, but you always revert to the same basic shape. The fundamental humans. End of the universe and here you are. Indomitable! That's the word."

"Good word." I echoed, "Indomitable."

"It's not all bad news." Martha broke into a smile once Padra had found his family.

A man stood up and Jack strolled over to him.

"Captain Jack Harkness." Jack shook the man's hand, "And who are you?"

I rolled my eyes, "Do you use that on everyone?"

I walked over to the Doctor who was fiddling with a door.

"Give us a hand with this." The Doctor waved over Jack, "It's half deadlocked. I need you to overwrite the code. Let's find out where we are."

Jack typed away and Martha joined us at the door. The creaking of a door in my library caught my attention for a split second. The clanking of the door opening ripped my away from my own head. Whether or not that was a good thing, I didn't know. I snickered as the Doctor nearly walked out the door and dropped a long way down.

"Thanks." The Doctor said in a strained voice and swung back into the safety behind the door.

The whole silo revolved or surrounded a giant rocket. A dingy rocket.

"They're not refugees, they're passengers," the Doctor said while looking up at the rocket.

Martha looked at him, "He said they were going to Utopia."

"The perfect place." I murmured, "Also the perfect lie."

"Hundred trillion years, it's the same old dream. You recognise those engines?" The Doctor asked, looking far down.

"Nope," Jack replied, "Whatever it is, it's not rocket science. But it's hot though."

"Boiling," the Doctor commented.

We stepped back and Jack closed the door once more. I wanted to search my library for anything resembling that rocket but something in my head told me not to. If I did look I would surely be distracted by the new room that had opened. I would be stuck there for hours, learning new stuff and reading.

"If Utopia is a lie and the universe is falling apart then what is Utopia?" I asked, keeping myself distracted, "What does it mean?"

Then something changed, the faint feeling that I'd experienced when I'd stepped out of the TARDIS didn't feel far away anymore. It didn't feel like it was half a planet away, actually it felt like it was right behind me...

"The Doctor?" A man with white hair came up behind me and squirmed his way between me and the Doctor.

I felt my breath hitch in my throat as he pushed me with his shoulder. This man was not a normal man. Even if he wasn't human, he wasn't a normal alien either. The feeling was old, like whatever was wrong had been wrong for a very long time. I examined the man, he looked like any other human but more like from the 19th century rather than the end of the universe century. I felt myself unconsciously move towards the Doctor.

"That's me." The Doctor smiled at the man.

The man seemed very excited by the Doctor and grabbed his hand with a shout.

"Good!" He exclaimed joyously before dragging the Doctor down the hall, "Good! Good. Good. Good. Good. Good. Good. Good. Good."

We quickly followed behind them.

"It's good apparently." The Doctor said after being pulled around a corner.

We went down to a sort of science lab that was filled with all sorts of equipment, none of which looked to be for the same machine. We were greeted by a girl with blue-grey bug-like skin and mandibles. The whole room made my head spin and the fact that the man talked like the Doctor when he was excited made it a little more dizzying. I didn't know whether to examine the machines or think about what I'd felt.

"Sorry, you said your name was Chantho?" I asked the girl politely, "Do you know if there's a place I can rest?"

"Charls, do you have any ideas?" The Doctor asked spinning in a circle.

I groaned and walked over to him, "What is it?"

"We're unable to achieve escape velocity because we don't have a stable footprint, you see," the man explained once more, "I thought that we could harmonize the five impact patterns and unify them."

I got to work quickly, luckily time moved much slower in the library so I was able to cross reference most of the things I saw with the information I had within a few minutes in real time. I spoke most of the things I read in a low, muttered tone so that it wouldn't look like I was staring into nothingness. There was nothing that said the parts could be stitched together to make a rocket but logically it wouldn't be able to work, not well anyways. I wouldn't be able to think of a solution very quickly but there was bound to be one. The man wanted a stable footprint but harmonizing the impact patterns would only work a little. I guess you could just rearrange some of the equipment so that more power would be rerouted but that might make the rest of the system unstable because these parts aren't meant to be stitched together like this... my thoughts shattered when the sound of a creaking door echoed in my library. I gasped and broke off my sentence.

"Charls?" The Doctor looked at me worriedly.

"Nothing?" the man asked.

I shook my head, "I can't right now. I'm sorry, there's too much and I can't think straight."

"No, no. I'm sorry. It's my fault." The man apologized and hung his head, "There's been so little help. Sorry to overwhelm you."

I mustered up a smile, "I just need to think."

"Oh my God," Martha exclaimed, "You've got a hand?"

We gathered around the hand and Martha. The Doctor decided to sit in one of the chairs and I leaned back and drifted away. I kept a faint awareness of the conversation but mainly went to my library. I needed to look in that room otherwise I wouldn't get anything done. Just get rid of all the distractions first then we can get this rocket flying.

"Doctor." I whispered to him, "I'll be right back."

"Wait, Charls," the Doctor grabbed my shoulder gently, "what's wrong?"

"I'll explain quickly," I sighed, "Meeting Jack opened a room in the library and it keeps distracting me - I need to check it out before I get too distracted. Also, Utopia is a lie and I don't fully trust that man. He feels different, not a lie but more like a disguise. Be careful."

I looked the Doctor directly in the eyes.

"Are you okay?" The Doctor asked with concern.

I nodded, "I'm just going to the library. I'll be back in like five minutes."

"Five minutes." The Doctor confirmed.

The library, ah a mysterious place full of knowledge and possibly even danger. The faintest sounds of the real world's conversation was a constant right now. Normally it was quiet and I even was able to play music when I wanted to. Right now, though, I needed to concentrate on the new room while also paying attention to the situation in real life.

I strolled up to the new door, it was a heavy looking door - like a giant bank safe door. I swung the door open and was greeted by a circular room lined with bookshelves. In the center was a navy colored carpet with even more beanbags. I like beanbags, I guess. I smiled and ran my hand over the books and DVD cases.

"Babysitting." I murmured, picking out one of the DVDs off the shelf

I turned around and searched for the disc player in the room. It was in the same place as the Goodbye room - next to the door. I inserted the disc and sat down to watch.

"Charlie!" A woman's voice sounded.

On the screen was a grey carpet and a stack of alphabet cubes. Though, I wasn't sure that was the English alphabet. I must have been four or five when I first was babysat by Jack. Then a man crouched in front of the young me. I recognized him as Jack from the coat, the same one he wore today.

"Hi, Charlie Grey." A rough looking hand reached towards my head.

I heard myself babble and then saw a white cloth swoop towards my chin.

"I'm Captain Jack Harkness." Jack sounded like he was grinning, "I suppose you can't say that, can you?"

The past me was picked up in someone's arms. It must have been my mother, the voice I'd heard from earlier. Jack stood up and I got to see his face. He looked exactly like he did now.

"So, Charlie can eat solids at this age but be very careful," the woman's voice said softly, "When our species are young they're capable of many things that human children aren't."

"Right," Jack nodded, "Don't let the kid near important stuff."

The past me was swapped over to Jack's arms who looked slightly uncomfortable with holding me. I saw a man, who I recognized as my dad, pat me on the head with a smile before strolling out the door with my mother's arm linked in his. I was placed in front of the alphabet blocks again and heard stomping.

"It's almost lunch time," I heard Jack call from far away.

I watched as the past me wandered across the floor, past the blocks, past what looked to be a tall couch, and stopped in front of a black bag. I recognized it as Jack's bag. The past me managed to slip my hand into the slightly unzipped pocket and fully unzip the bag. Inside were all sorts of cool technology. I was quickly lifted up and away from the bag.

Jack laughed playfully, "That's my personal stuff, kid. You can't look in there."

I was placed in front of a smooth, wood table. A small plate of fish sticks? And were those strawberries? The past me picked up one of the sticks and started to eat. I listened to Jack's talk as he watched me.

"You know, all my time working with space related things and I've never babysat an alien child." Jack joked, "You're certainly one of a kind, Charlie."

The scene continued until the past me seemed to get bored of the fish sticks. Jack's face appeared on screen and a fish stick got thrown right at his face. Then a strawberry, then another berry, then a fish stick. Then the plastic plate. Jack wiped off his face and set the plate back on the table.

"No fish sticks?" Jack asked.

He disappeared then came back with a box of cereal.

He shook the box, "You want cereal."

I felt embarrassment flood my face as I heard the past me scream at Jack. I was a really troublesome kid. Just eat the damn strawberries me! They're not bad! I glanced back at the screen, Jack had come back with a slice of ham...I guess that Jack didn't know how to handle kids.

"No?" Jack walked away again.

He came back with a potato. An unwashed potato. That didn't please the past me so he exited once more and came back again with a plate of mashed potatoes. The answer turned out to be that I wasn't hungry. I just wanted to get off the table and back to the bag of funny technology. When Jack disappeared the past me managed to unlock the baby seat and slide down to the floor. I smacked myself in the face at the idiocy of past me.

The film continued with Jack being reluctant to let me play with the laser but he couldn't really stop me. Because I managed to sneak it away from him. I smacked myself in the forehead even harder when past me accidentally shot Jack with the laser, killing him. I didn't worry too much because shortly after that he came back to life and scolded me. Past me just laughed and played with alphabet blocks. I removed the DVD from the player and blushed, recalling my past me's outbursts when Jack couldn't understand that I wanted the blue jelly. I sighed and put the disc back on the shelf. My curiosity was satisfied and I understood the contents of the room better. I need to get back to the present issue.