"It's interesting," the Doctor begins, "I'd thought Old French had fallen out of favor centuries ago. How'd you know what Allons-y meant?"

"I used to want to be a linguist," true, if a bit of an exaggeration (I think languages and words are cool, but I never actually studied linguistics), and it's certainly not how I know the meaning of "allons-y," probably the only French word I know.

"Really? What stopped you?"

"Money, mostly. The only reason I could afford this tour is because I work with the company—the anti-grav restaurant. Have you been? We have the best key-lime pie."

"Oh, yes, Donna and I plan on going after the tour."

Donna? I think I know that name... Was that the blonde girl everyone was obsessed with? Or maybe it was that teacher/babysitter/whatever lady I used to have a crush on...

"Well, make sure to try the pie," I say aloud, hoping I sound as casual as I'm pretending to be.

"Of course. Sounds brilliant," he says, and, holy crap, does he ever stop grinning?

I hope not, a voice in the back of my head interjects, because that probably means things have gone horribly wrong.

Oh, right.


AN: My dad's fine, if anyone's wondering. He was in the ICU for a bit, but he bounced back remarkably fast.

Anyway, I got a review about, I'm not really sure how to put this, the pacing? Maybe? Like, I get what they're saying, and I'll try to make the chapters less filler-like. after this chapter tho cuz it was already written.