"Gone"

Chapter 19

"Go To Jail, Go Directly To Jail…"


STANDARD DISCLAIMER: See: Chapter 1

AUTHOR'S NOTE: For those of you who haven't read my other fics, the Doctor has a supermodel daughter named Angelina. He attended her 21st birthday party in New York, where he (presumably) met many of her colleagues in modeling.


He stood in front of the newly opened Versace store, staring at the picture of the beautiful blonde that hung in the window.

He knew her, he was certain.

He had met her.

At a party?

In New York?

Maybe.

He pushed his way through the crowd as she came out of the store, heading for her limousine.

"I know you!" he called, hurrying along beside her. "You've got to help me," he begged while she continued to ignore him. "Do you know who I am?" A cop grabbed his arm.

"All right, buddy, that's enough. Leave Ms. Schiffer alone."


CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 20, "Raving Nutter"