I feel like I've updated too many times within one day but I'm just having fun writing this.

I closed the door behind me, the TARDIS had the courtesy to turn on some lights. I set down the key on top of the console so that you could see it as soon as you walked in. I unraveled the Doctor's scarf from around my arm and neck. I rolled up the sleeves of the hoodie I'd borrowed and hung the scarf on one of the support tree branches/pillars. It was uncomfortable quiet in the TARDIS, normally there was at least a buzzing of an engine or a tapping from someone's foot.

I looked around a minute. Papers were scattered on the floor and my notebooks were laying around. The box of random stuff was still out from when I first met Doctor and Martha. I huffed a laugh, we'd been so busy that there'd been no time to clean up. I gathered up the papers into a stack by the yellow-ish chairs and my notebooks into another pile. There were still tiny metal nicknacks laying around so I tossed them into the box with all of the Doctor's random things and stored it under the console. I had also found my mint jacket and hung it with the scarf.

"All cleaned up." I talked to myself and clapped my hands. "Now to write."

I found the quill that was stored in my jacket pocket and picked up my fourth notebook. Maybe I should get a new notebook for these adventures. Hmm. I opened to a blank page and started scribbling.

I snapped my fingers, remembering things that I needed to write down.

'Carrionites: I burn your soul to ash straightaway and now I name thee Charlie Grey.'

'The Face of Boe: The forgotten species. What a great mind. Such wonderful memories. What a horrible history. They were never treated very fairly. That brilliant species.'

"Now these are all things about me, a little selfish but it's important." I reminded myself. "So we've got that thing with the Carrionites. That didn't work. Then we have the new stuff from the Face of Boe." I twirled the quill between my fingers.

"I guess it's a clue about my other two-thirds." I wrote down my thoughts. "So that means the other two-thirds of me is a species with a horrible history, good memory, and forgotten." I paused.

"Well if they're forgotten then I wouldn't be able to find them, will I?" I tapped my chin with the feather of the quill. "I suppose I could just find species that have gone extinct. But forgotten could also mean that they were never recorded in history…"

I scribbled some more things down, it felt like time didn't exist when I was writing. Like the world paused and I could relax. I was allowed to not know things and know everything. My mind could think of the most absurd and brilliant solutions that I could never think of before. Of course, after awhile I got tired. I felt like there was nothing but the books. I set down the quill and leaned back, rubbing my eyes.

"There's too much to think about." I mumbled.

I looked back at the doors, "How long are they going to chat?"

I looked at my wrist for a watch, Right, I need a watch. Why do I keep thinking I have one? I've never owned a watch.

I stood up and stretched my arms and back. I didn't know how long I sat in that chair but it felt like ages. I walked around in a circle then down a hallway.

"There's probably a place here for me to take a quick nap. Like a thinking room or something." I waltzed around the corridors and peeked into all the rooms I came across.

"I wonder if this place has air conditioning. It's getting a bit hot." I slipped off the hoodie and pulled down the short sleeve I had on underneath. It was an old t-shirt with a solid image on the front so that it was stiff and didn't really round around...areas. I rolled up the hoodie and tucked it under my arm.

I opened a door and entered a small room, similar to the lounge of an apartment. A small, grey couch with blue throw pillows and a grey carpet covering the floor. I didn't notice the door close behind me but I didn't care, too tired to care. I wondered how many hours had passed since 5 am. It could have been days for all I knew.

I flopped onto the couch and sighed, I'd wandered through the TARDIS so much that I'd definitely wouldn't be able to find my way back. I should have brought bread and left a trail or something. I threw the hoodie onto the floor and flipped so I stared at the ceiling. The ceiling wasn't like the one in the console room, this one was a plain white ceiling. Surprisingly boring compared to the rest of the TARDIS.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

Dream (3rd Person P.O.V.)

Charlie Grey had fallen asleep in a far off room in the TARDIS. Like any creature, Charls dreamt. They dreamt of home. Whatever home was, Charls didn't know. So when they dreamt of home they saw a blurry image. Like their eyes were full of tears or a person tried to erase the picture with one of those crummy erasers that some pencils have.

Charls walked through the blurry image, not even wondering why they were there or what they were looking at. For in dreams, everything seems perfectly normal until you wake up. They walked through watery streets and talked to smeared faces. Charls sauntered through lives of people they didn't know in that dream. They didn't know who or what they were speaking to but they spoke. They spoke without a care in the world - unknowingly gathered pieces of a puzzle.

Then the image became clear for the tiniest second. In that second it seemed like Charls had unlocked the universe. They knew it all. They saw the finished puzzle of the universe hanging on the wall like an art piece. Charlie Grey was able to see the mysteries and solve them. They knew what the words of the Face of Boe meant. They knew exactly who they were. They knew Martha Jones. They knew Novice Hame. They knew the Doctor. They knew everything that could be, that could have been, and that would be. But only for a second.

The image didn't blur again after that second. It shattered. The pieces of the universe's secrets fell to the floor, the shards glittered in a light that didn't exist. Now normally, after the shatter happened - Charls would wake up in their bed and not remember a single thing about that dream. Not even a second. They wouldn't remember anything, actually. After waking up Charlie Grey would read Book #1 and relearn everything about themselves before starting the day. Things would carry on like normal.

But this time that was not the case. This time, soon after that shatter, the pieces caught fire. The embers from the words of the Carrionites had found fuel. Wood to light and burn. Caught in the middle of that slow growing fire was Charlie Grey. Charlie Grey who didn't remember anything or anyone. They didn't even remember falling asleep. They could only watch as their entire being was burned to ashes.

Still 3rd Person P.O.V.

Doctor and Martha had finished chatting nearly 20 minutes ago and they sat in silence, listening to the choir for a little longer. Soon the singing stopped and they'd walked to the TARDIS. Luckily, the Doctor carried a spare key.

"Ladies first," the Doctor smiled and let Martha in.

The Doctor sighed and entered the TARDIS. He was surprised to see that Charls had cleaned up.

"How...tidy." The Doctor commented.

"Yeah, I quite like it like this." Martha joked.

The Doctor chuckled and walked around the console, finding the key and pocketing it.

"Where's Charls?" Martha asked.

The Doctor shrugged, "How should I know?"

Martha exclaimed like it was obvious, "It's your TARDIS!"

The Doctor smiled, "I'll go find them then, you stay here and don't touch any levers or buttons."

Martha sat down and nodded. The Doctor dashed away, calling out Charls' name about a thousand times. He ran down the corridor with the fun lights, looked in all the bathrooms, spent a little time browsing in the library and still couldn't find Charls.

"The TARDIS isn't that big." The Doctor muttered, "They couldn't have just disappeared, I think I would have noticed."

Then, at the very end of the furthest hallway, he came across a white, wooden door. A door he'd never seen before or didn't remember seeing before. The Doctor burst into the room, "Charls!"

Empty.

The room was empty. Well, it looked empty but the Doctor could faintly feel that something was in the room. He looked around. It was a plain, white walled room with a couch, rug and coffee table. There wasn't anything odd, other than he'd never seen this room before in his life!

"Charls?" the Doctor walked around the room, "You here?"

He noticed the balled up sweater next to the couch. He unraveled the sweater and examined it. There wasn't anything that looked different, so Charls didn't get kidnapped or anything. The Doctor could still feel something, a tiny buzz in the air. Like there was something there but not really. He tucked the sweater under his arm and walked back to the console room, Charls might have found their way back while he was searching.

As he walked back, he felt the buzz follow him. Like something in the air was tickling him. The Doctor stopped in his tracks and the tingle kept going. He started to run and it still followed him.

"Who's there?" He'd shouted at one point.

There was no reply, of course. Just a continuing buzz of the air.