The Doctor looked over at Clara, lying next to him. They both had the same goofy grin on their faces and were equally covered in a sheen of sweat. Clara was the first to break the comfortable silence.

"As much as I love our Wednesday adventures, Doctor. This definitely comes to a close second," she giggled.

"Close second?" he said in an annoyed tone of shock. "Judging by the sounds you were making…OW!"

Clara swatted the Doctor right on his bare bum. "What was that for?" he asked, trying not to laugh while rubbing his reddening rump.

"I wasn't the only one emitting rather interesting sounds…" before Clara could finish, the Doctor placed a hand over her mouth and spoke in a harsh whisper.

"Shhh!" he then looked around the room as if something was wrong. Finally, he slowly removed his hand.

"What? What's wrong. I was only…" once again, the Doctor abruptly interrupted her.

"Wait. Shut up. I missed something. What was it?" The lanky Time Lord shot up out of bed and began pacing around the room.

Clara made a face of confusion whilst also trying to stifle her laughter from watching the Doctor pace back and forth about her room in nothing but his socks.

"Doctor, what on earth is going on?"

"The noise. I heard a noise while we were…distracted." His face then paled as he ran out of the bedroom.

"Doctor!" Clara scrambled out of bed and threw on her dressing gown before following the sounds of his footsteps into John's room.

"The TARDIS! I heard the TARDIS! John must have taken it while we were…" the Doctor trailed off his sentence then realised he was stark naked, standing in the younger Time Lord's room. He quickly brushed past Clara, only to return fully dressed and adjusting his bow tie moments later.

"What's the problem? He knows how to fly her," said Clara, giggling at how flustered the Doctor was, even after, well, everything.

"That's the problem, Clara. He knows how to fly her, which means he could be anywhere. Anytime! Who knows what kind of trouble he could get into."

"Wait," Clara paused as the realisation hit her. "You don't think he…" she leaned in to whisper, "heard us?" Clara winced.

The Doctor's face went red. "I certainly hope not. But, seeing as he must have come back to the flat at some point and then…took the TARDIS." The Doctor was grimacing. "Eh, well, that's probably why he took the TARDIS."

The Doctor pulled out his mobile and dialled John's number. It rang, and rang, and rang.

"Hello?" came John's familiar voice.

"Ah! John, glad I caught you. Could you bring the TARDIS back to the moment….well, maybe an hour or so after you left?"

"Ha! Fooled you. Sorry, can't resist being an arse. I'm not able to answer at the mo. Leave a message. Cheers!"

"That little Dalek," grumbled the Doctor. He mouthed to Clara that he got John's voicemail.

**beep**

"Ah! John, this is the Doctor, which you probably already knew that. Anyway! Where are you? Please return immediately," he winced. "Just make sure you come back at 10:30 in the morning after you left…not any sooner." The Doctor's face was redder than Clara had ever seen it before. She tried controlling her laughter as the embarrassed Time Lord hung up the phone.

"I'm sure he's fine! He's an adult."

The Doctor just glared at her as she continued. "Right, well. Maybe we should worry."

…

Citana quickly made her way over to the door and stuck her head out slightly to catch eyes with the annoyed maid. Without saying a word, she took the "do not disturb" sign and placed it on the handle before firmly closing the door and locking the deadbolt. After a moment, she could hear the maid huff then roll her cart down the hall. Once she knew the woman was gone, Citana focused her attention on John.

"Hey!" she said in a harsh whisper while trying to shake him awake. Before she knew what was happening, John's body started to convulse like he was having a seizure.

"Oh, shit." Citana quickly rolled him onto his side while he continued to violently shake. Thankfully she'd had a childhood friend who had epilepsy and knew what to do.

Suddenly, John's body halted its movements. For a moment, Citana thought he'd gone and kicked the bucket with how still he was, but before she could register that tragedy, his eyes flew open as he sprung up onto his feet.

"Could I have an apple? All I can think about. Apples. I love apples. Maybe I'm having a craving? That's new. Never had cravings before."

"What the hell?" Citana whispered to herself as she watched John pacing about the cramped hotel room. He kept rambling on about things she didn't quite understand.

"Woah! Look at that!" he said, pointing to nothing. Citana thought maybe he had a concussion or something. Given how many times his head was banged in.

"Are you ok?" she asked. Unsure if he even knew who she was or who he was, for that matter. His whole persona seemed…different.

He paused and looked at her. He made a face of confusion, almost like he recognised her before his eyes clouded over, and he began to ramble again.

"Just had a fall. All the way down there, right to the library. Hell of a climb back up," he chuckled.

Citana mouth's gaped open. He most definitely had a concussion.

"Umm, John? I think you need to sit down." She made her way over to him and placed her hand on his shoulders to get him to still as she guided him onto the bed.

"Amelia, I can assure you I'm fine," he paused as his eyes cleared again. "Wait, no, that's not right. Why'd I say that?"

Citana's face was blank as she took a step back and looked him over.

"Why did you call me Amelia?"

John ran his hand through his hair. "I…I don't know. I didn't mean to." He looked around the room.

"Why are we in a hotel? What happened?"

Citana sat down on the small bed next to him. "You don't remember? We were mugged. You fainted, and I dragged your ass all the way up to this room. I…I think you hit your head….when you, um, fell."

John put a hand up to his head and winced. "Jesus, that's a nasty bump." He then stood straight up.

"Wait! Weren't you… didn't you?" He pointed at her abdomen and then tore her robe open without thinking.

"John!"

John's face turned bright red as he stumbled back and fell on his bum.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I just needed to see…."

"I'll bet you needed to see!" quipped Citana, now laughing. "Quite a turn from the bashful boy at the strip club."

He sputtered a bit. "No! That's not what I meant! You were stabbed!" He stood now. "How are you feeling? I…I thought you were dead." He slumped back onto the bed next to her.

"I'm fine. Not sure how. I know I felt the knife go in. It hurt like a bitch. But, there's no wound or scar or anything. I just remember darkness and feeling really cold. Then you passed out…and you also threw up all over my shoes."

John scrunched his nose. "Sorry about that. I don't really remember much about last night."

The room phone began to ring. "Shit, that's probably the front desk wondering why we haven't checked out yet." Citana quickly moved to answer the phone. "We'll be right down," she said sternly, then practically smashed the phone onto the receiver.

John gestured to the bathroom. "I'm just gonna um…."

Citana rolled her eyes and laughed. "Go ahead. I'm not going to stop you."

John quickly went to use the toilet. When he emerged, he found Citana back in her street clothes.

"John, how am I going to explain this to people?" She pointed to the slit in her shirt. "Not to mention all this blood?"

"Right." John looked around the room. "Well, here." He took off his light jacket and handed it to her, leaving him in a plain white t-shirt.

Citana looked at the jacked, then back to John. "I'll take the t-shirt instead."

"What? Why?"

"Because that jacket is hideous," she laughed.

John rolled his eyes and took off his shirt, threw it at Citan's face, then quickly put his jacket back on and zipped it up. Without breaking eye contact, Citana took off her shirt with a smug look on her face. John looked away as she put his t-shirt on.

She quickly tucked the shirt into her jeans and capped the sleeves. "How do I look?" she said as she spun around.

"Um, fine?"

She scoffed a laugh. "Ha, well, tell that to your boner."

"What?" John looked down and then heard Citana cackling.

"Oh, god. You're so gullible. I'm just kidding." She then brushed past him but not before patting him on his blushing cheek as she made her way to the door.

John rolled his eyes and followed her out of the room.

…

"So," began Citana, as they were walking down the pavement with the other bustling New Yorkers. "Are we going to talk about how the fuck I'm not dead? I mean, did you do something? Is that why I had to go all, Weekend at Bernie's dragging your dead weight around?"

John halted and turned to face Citana. He wasn't sure how much he could tell her. How much he should tell her. But from the few hours he'd spent with her, he could tell she was smart and lying would probably come back to bite him in the arse.

"I…may have had something to do with it."

Citana unexpectedly grabbed John's arm and dragged him into an alleyway, where she pushed him up against the wall. John was in shock, not knowing what she was about to do.

"What are you?" she questioned. "Are you some kind of alien?"

"Alien? Why alien? For all you know, I could be a…a wizard. Like Harry Potter. Why automatically assume I'm an alien?"

Citana released her grip and backed up a bit. "Who the fuck is Harry Potter?"

John slapped his forehead. "Oh shit, right. This is 1996. The book hasn't come out yet."

Once again, Citana pushed him up against the wall as she glared at him.

"Why are you so weird? And, don't give me the "I'm from across the pond" bullshit. You're like, really weird. And your shoes. Don't think I haven't noticed them. They're not like anything I've seen. And you're "credit card"? What the fuck is that all about?"

John opened and closed his mouth trying to come up with something when all of a sudden his mobile began to ring.

"What is that?"

"Oh, it's my, er, mobile…for…phoning?"

Citana reached into his trousers' front pocket, eliciting a slight gasp from the terrified Time Lord.

"Who the fuck is "The Wanker"?

"Ah, that would be…that would be my older brother. Calling to check up on me, I suppose." John snatched his mobile back and sent it to voicemail.

"Where did you get a cell phone like that?" She paused. "And how did you know my name?"

John sighed and figured he may as well fess up. "Well, for one, you were right. I'm an alien. I'm from the future hence my really cool shoes. And two, what do you mean how do I know your name? You told me. Citana. Remember?"

Citana took a breath and cleared her throat. "Ah, right. I…I told you that. Sorry, forgot. It's been a long…day."

She began to walk back towards the pavement.

"Oi! Hang on!" John once again had to jog to catch up with her. "So, you're just gonna accept that I'm an alien. And that I'm from the future?"

Citana just chuckled. "Well, I figured what the hell. I've already had to accept that you somehow brought me back from the dead. So why go through the angst of questioning reality. I'd rather just accept it and move on."

John nodded and took in what she was saying. "I...I guess that makes sense."

They were now briskly walking side by side. "So," began Citana. "If you're an alien AND from the future, I guess you must have a time machine. Or spaceship? Or…both?" she questioned.

'Christ, this girl is clever,' thought John.

"Umm yeah, actually I do."

Citana stopped walking and gestured for John to go ahead of her. He gave her a puzzled look.

"Well, then, space boy. Lead the way."