I'm just having fun at this point, not sure what's going to happen though. Also, I don't know if I'm going to get to season 5 but if I do that'll be the first time for me watching it.

"Doctor," I shouted over the TARDIS's whirring, "Where are we going?"

The TARDIS must have needed at least a couple updates because it was making such strange noises, I thought an alien time machine would travel a bit quieter. The crank that the Doctor was spinning sounded like it needed oil and the entire room was shaking kinda like a boat in really harsh seas. I doubted that the TARDIS could be compared to a ship at sea though. I hung tightly onto the side railing while I saw Martha clutching the console, meanwhile the Doctor stumbled around - pulling levers and pushing buttons.

"But how do you travel in time?" Martha rocked back and forth with the TARDIS, "What makes it go?"

The Doctor continued to steer the TARDIS, somehow managing to look Martha in the eyes when answering her questions, "Oh, let's take the fun 'n the mystery out of everything. Martha, you don't wanna know. It just does." He stood taller, lifting up his leg and kicking a control on a further panel, basically lying across half the console, "Hold on tight!" The TARDIS halted, more like it fell down to the ground, and Martha fell to the floor while the Doctor hugged the console. I was still sitting in a chair so it felt more like when an elevator stopped moving - except with more power and more like a boat at sea. An fast elevator in a wooden ship.

"Blimey, Doctor." I released my hold of the railing, "Can't you fly any quieter? Or at least steadier?" I leaned back in my chair, trying to get the circles on the walls to stop spinning.

"Do you have to pass a test to fly this thing?" Martha stood up and dusted herself off.

The Doctor stumbled around a bit more, bouncing off one of the support beams that looked like a tree branch. "Yes! And I failed. Now, make the most of it," He turned to Martha after grabbing his coat off the tree branch." I don't know why he used a branch to hold his coat, I could've sworn I saw a coat hanger by the door. I looked back at the blue doors, no coat rack. Oh well. I turned my attention back to Martha and Doctor.

"What do you mean one trip?" I asked, carefully standing up, my memories seemed to be fading with every moment. I don't think I could have forgotten something as important as a trip.

"Hm?" The Doctor turned around to me, "Oh! Martha's only here cause she saved my life. I owe her one." He grinned and took my hand, "Come see! Outside this door," he turned around to Martha and I, "brave new world."

Martha paused, "Where are we?"

The Doctor continued to grin, "Take a look." He opened the door and Martha smiled. "After you." Martha stepped outside and I could hear her disbelief.

The Doctor turned to me and nodded towards the door, "Take a look!"

I peeked outside the door then looked back at Doctor, "Are you sure?"

"Well, yeah! I invited you didn't I?" The Doctor smirked and opened the door wider, "After you."

"Can I take my…" I raised my hand and waved my burnt notebook.

"I guess, sure. Just don't lose it." The Doctor shrugged, "Don't want that kind of paper being invented too early."

I tilted my head, "Would it make a difference?"

The Doctor hopped and dodged my question, "Do you need a pen? I'm guessing you'd like to write all this down? I think a quill would be better suited for this time." He searched around in his pockets and pulled out a white feather quill. "You can keep that, never seems to run out of ink. Even gets everything in my pockets all inky." I took the quill from him and he dashed out the door, "Come on then!"

I walked after him, "I thought you said 'After you.'" I pocketed the quill and held tight to my notebook and even tighter to what hadn't faded from my memory.

"Ahhh, you were so slow though." The Doctor grinned and turned back to Martha who seemed to have all sorts of questions.

"Are we safe?" Martha asked as we strolled around a pile of shit that had been tossed out a window, "I mean, can we move around and stuff?"

The Doctor kept his eyes forward and chin high, "Of course we can. Why'd you ask?"

She gave him this look like her reason for her question was obvious, I mean it sort of was obvious. "It's like in the films. You step on a butterfly, you change the future of the human race."

He gave her an odd look, "I'll tell you what then, don't step on any butterflies." He turned back to walking then spun around again, "What have butterflies ever done to you?"

I snickered, this man had no clue about what Martha was talking about. Maybe she'd taken it too small. I think telling someone wrong directions would alter history more than a stepped-on butterfly. She tried to explain, "What if...I dunno...what if I kill my grandfather?"

"Grandfather?" I asked her, she replied with a shrug.

The Doctor looked back at her, "Are you planning to?"

Martha looked up at him, "No."

"Then you don't really need to worry about it then. Biggest issue I think you'd have would be saving someone who needed to die." I thought aloud. She raised an eyebrow at me, "I meant that if you're going to be a doctor and I think that your moral compass is partly intact, so what I meant was that you would save anyone, even if it meant altering time." I paused for a moment. "Just a thought."

The Doctor raised his eyebrow too, then changed the subject again, "So London."

"Right." Martha confirmed, "What time though?"

"I think 'round 1599." The Doctor continued on, surveying his surroundings.

Martha paused again, "Oh but hold on, am I alright? I'm not going to get carted off as a slave, am I?"

The Doctor gave her another look like she was asking stupid questions, "Now why would they do that?"

"I'm not exactly white, case you haven't noticed." She gestured to her face.

The Doctor shrugged again, "I'm not even human. Just walk around like you own the place. Works for me." He turned around and kept walking, I followed close behind Martha. "See, even Charl is doin' okay. Besides, you'd be surprised. Elizabethan England, not so different from your time." I looked at the people exiting and entering the buildings, they seemed to all be okay with each other. "Look over there," the Doctor pointed to a couple of men, shoveling what seemed to be manure, "They've got recycling. Water cooler moment." He looked over at a few people around a barrel with some drinks, we passed by a man shouting about flames, "Ah, global warming."

I fiddled with the pages of my book, "What about activities? There's nothing to do besides drink?"

The Doctor spun in a circle, "Ah! I was just getting there. We're just down the river by Southwark, right next to-" He grabbed our hands and dragged us across a bridge and around a corner, "Oh yes! The Globe Theater! Brand new. Just opened. Though, strictly speaking it's not a globe. It's a tetradecagon."

"Fourteen sides?" I asked, "That's a stupid number. Mmm, not stupid. I just don't like it." I thought about it for a moment.

"Yes! But it contains the man himself." The Doctor faces Martha and I with excitement in his eyes.

I stared at Doctor's eyes, I could tell that this is what he lived for - not just the adventure but seeing history. I could understand but at the same time I couldn't. I couldn't understand why you would travel across time and space, all alone. No one to correct your mistakes, no one to smile alongside you, not even anyone's shoulder to cry on. He had to be lonely.

Martha's eyes widened, "You don't mean…Shakespeare in there?" She pointed to the not-globe Globe Theater.

The Doctor only grinned wider and swayed with joy in his spot, "Oh yes! Miss Jones, Charlie Grey, will you accompany me to the theatre?" He held out his right elbow to Martha and left to me. I smirked, Shakespeare wasn't my thing but this is a historical moment. Maybe even a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I slipped my hand into the crook of his elbow and Martha did too. She looked like she could burst with the amount of excitement she was keeping in. Maybe she was a Shakespeare person.

"Mister Smith, I will." She smiled and we walked to the theater together.

"Mister Smith?" I echoed, "I thought you were the Doctor?" I glanced up at Doctor.

"Yes! John Smith, character I made up. Useful for space-time-undercovery things." The Doctor grinned, "You like it?"

I looked at his eyes again, "John Smith?"

"Yes!" He exclaimed.

"That's a really boring name." I commented, "But I guess it works."

"It does!" He smiled and looked ahead, "When you two get home, you can tell everyone you've seen Shakespeare."

I smiled and kept my eyes on the theater, drowning out all the background noise, focusing on remembering what was happening now.

We had sat alongside the rest of the audience, somehow blending in. It was the middle of the play, I said earlier that I didn't think that Shakespeare was my thing. I was right - I found it completely boring. I had forgotten the start of the play by the time the first act was over. I had gotten out my notebook and started to write what I thought was important so far. The Doctor peaked over my arm, curious.

"What'er you writing?" The Doctor pulled a pair of glasses out of his pocket, "I thought we'd fixed your memory."

I continued writing, "Hmm?" I set down the quill and shut the notebook, "The whole memory thing is a bit complicated, but the things that you made me remember are starting to go away now. This is just for me to remember."

"Yes, I know that's what the book is for." The Doctor said with a tone that implied he knew everything.

I looked at him, straight into his eyes with a very serious glare, "Did you read my book, Doctor?"

He fumbled a bit, "Well, it was just lying on the street…"

I leaned towards him, "You read my notebook?"

"Well, I just sorta skimmed through it," the Doctor adjusted his tie nervously.

"Why did you think it was okay to read my notebook!?" I kept my voice lowered, still putting as much rage into the words as I could.

"Look, I'm sorry but it should be okay now because I looked through your memories and now I know everything about you!" The Doctor grinned, trying to calm me.

I took a deep breath, "So let me get this straight," I backed off and looked him in the eyes, "You know more of my life than I do?"

The Doctor paused and his brow furrowed, "I suppose I do."

I blink and leaned back in my seat, "I cannot believe this."

"Look. I'm sorry," the Doctor patted my arm, "I looked in your book without permission but I thought that your memory was fixed, you won't need the book anymore."

I turned my head towards him, "Let's say my brain is like a big box," I mime a box with my hands, "Let's say that the box holds all my memories - everything I've said, done, learnt and more. If the box is dark, I remember nothing. Normally, there's a small hole in the top of the box for new memories to come in. Some days this hole is big sometimes it's tiny - like a pinprick." I tried to explain, waving my hands around in an effort to show a visual, "When there's new memories getting dropped through the hole they still have light shining on them. The light represents anything I can remember. I guess if the box opened I would remember everything. Right now the box is closed." I paused to see if he was able to understand my explanation. He nodded at me so I continued, "The older memories get pushed to the darker corners as more memories come in, so the darker it is the more likely I'm not going to remember it. What you did was drop in with a flashlight. You shone light on some memories for a short amount of time. You didn't open the box."

"I guess that makes sense." The Doctor tucked away his glasses and ran his hand through his hair.

"Sorry if my analogy was a bit hard to follow." I looked back at the stage.

The Doctor smiled, "No it was brilliant. You still are a mystery, Charlie Grey."

"Charls." I informed him, "You can just call me Charls."

The Doctor smirked, "Ok, Charls Grey."

The play was over shortly after that. I clapped with Martha and Doctor, still not completely remembering what happened in the play. It seemed like a successful show though. Everyone else was cheering and the actors looked proud of their show.

"That's amazing! Just amazing! It's worth putting up with the smell." Martha bounced up and down while clapping. "And those are men dressed as women, yeah?"

"London never changes," The Doctor breathed.

"Where's Shakespeare? I wanna see Shakespeare." Martha stopped clapping and began to pump her fist in the air, "Author! Author!" She stopped again, "Do people shout that? Do they shout 'Author'?"

I frowned, they probably didn't. Then again she didn't ask me the question. According to Doctor's face I suppose they hadn't chanted 'Author!' until Martha had brought it up. Suddenly a man shouted 'Author!' and even more people joined in, eventually it was a chant.

The Doctor looked around multiple times, "Well, they do now."

The cheers and whistles grew louder as a man walked onto the stage with a little dance. I guess it was a good play because I'd never heard a crowd that loud before. Also, Shakespeare looked rather modern, meaning I thought he looked sort of like an emo teenager. Except with a beard and no eyeliner. He must have been well liked because people were jumping in their seats, including Martha.

She leaned over to Doctor, "He's a bit different from his portraits."

Shakespeare continued to blow kisses and sweep the front rows with his hand. Honestly, he reminded me of a lead singer in a band during a gig.

"Genius. He's a genius. The genius. The most human human there's ever been." The Doctor kept his eyes on Shakespeare, "Now we're gonna hear him speak! Always, he chooses the best words. New, beautiful, brilliant words."

"Doctor, do you like Shakespeare?" I asked him.

"Well, he's a genius! A critical person in history," The Doctor smiled, "'Course I like him! He's brilliant."

"Ah! Shut your big fat mouths!" Shakespeare cried out, leaving the audience laughing.

Doctor's smile fell a bit, "Oh, well…"

Martha joked, "You should never meet your heroes."

I scribbled down a bit of information on my notebook. "Never meet your heroes. Sometimes they sound stupid." Shakespeare continued on, making the crowd laugh and shout. In the margin I made a small note - "You do not like Shakespeare's plays."

"...saying. Love's Labour's Lost, that's a funny ending, isn't it? It just stops. Will the boys…" Only a bit of Shakespeare's talking made its way through my ears. I continued to write small notes - "Shakespeare looked emo." "Shakespeare talks too much." "Shakespeare was a 'genius'." At the very bottom of the page I wrote in big, bold letters - "Read Love's Labour's Lost."

The Doctor looked over my shoulder, "You've forgotten what happened already? We just watched the show!"

I frowned, "Pinhead, remember?"

Doctor's face raised, "Oh, right! Well, there might be a copy of the script on the TARDIS - if you'd really like to read it…" He read the margins, "That is, if you don't hate Shakespeare by the time we get there."

I snickered, "I just can't remember such long plays."

"So you're not a fan of movies then?" The Doctor teased, "I'm kidding. I know, pinhead but-" his head shot up.

"What?" I asked, "What's wrong?"

The crowd began to move forward, the show was over. Martha looked up at Doctor, "I'm not an expert, but I've never heard of Love's Labour's Won."

The Doctor nodded, "Exactly. The lost play." His eyes were filled with disbelief, "It doesn't exist, only in rumors. It's mentioned in lists of his plays but never ever turns up. And no one knows why."

"Have you got a mini-disc or something?" Martha smiled, "We can tape it. We can flog it. Sell it when we get home and make a mint."

The Doctor furrowed his eyebrows, "No."

I tilted my head, "I don't think anyone would believe it."

Martha forced away her smile, "That would be bad."

The Doctor agreed thoroughly, "Yeah. Yeah."

"So are we going to be able to see it tomorrow?" I asked, notebook tucked under my arm, "I mean it's going to disappear right?"

Martha joined in, "How come it disappeared in the first place?"

We continued to shuffle forwards, "Well, I was just going to give you a quick little trip in the TARDIS...but I suppose we could stay a bit longer." The Doctor said, sounding a bit unsure of his decision. I kept my grumbling quiet, we could get to my species/memory thing at another time.