Chapter 17 The One with the Final Experiment
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Florence's heart nearly stopped with the sound of the lift dinging unexpectedly, half expecting the Dalek's to have found them and sent their pigmen to get them. Luckily, only one pigman occupied the lift that had arrived, well, Florence guessed, one half pigman and one stubborn pig headed has-a-death-wish man. The latter ran out and swept Tallulah up into a hug, whispering sweetly to her, while Florence ran to meet the Doctor in the middle of the room, as he stepped out with a witty remark,
"First floor, perfumery." He grabbed the roll of paper from Florence as she hit him on the arm with it. "Ow!"
"Where have you been? Was offering yourself up as a sacrifice not enough!" The Doctor looked down at her with raised eyebrows. "What?!" He opened his arms and pulled her into a tight hug, within which she grabbed the lapels of his overcoat, murmuring, "Glad you're not dead, you fool." He swayed her left to right before letting go,
"Miss me?" He tapped her on the head with the paper. "Anything exciting going on?" He teased before opening it up, looking at the plans.
"We worked it out!" Martha called, running up next to them both and pointing at the drawings. "We know what they've done! There's Dalekanium on the most." She looked up at him with a grin. "Good to see you too, by the way." The Doctor ignored the plans in favour of lifting Martha into her own tight hug,
"Oh, come here!" He managed to swing her in a circle before the lift dinged once more and the doors began to shut. Dropping her unceremoniously, the Doctor ran over to try and stop it with the sonic screwdriver. "No, no, no, no, no! See, never waste time with hugs!" He scolded his two companions, as if they had been the ones to initiate either of the hugs. He hit the wall as his screwdriver failed to stop the lift, turning away to think of his next move. "Deadlock seal, can't stop it!"
"Where's it going?" Martha asked.
"Right down to the Daleks." The Doctor told her. "And they're not going to leave us alone up here. What's the time?" He asked, causing Florence to frown, but luckily Frank had a clock in sight.
"Um… eleven fifteen." He answered, and the Doctor nodded but didn't look particularly reassured at the answer,
"Six minutes to go. I've gotta remove the Dalekanium before the gamma radiation hits."
"Doctor what?" Florence asked, "Have you seen how high it is?" Martha and she pulled him over to the open wall, ignoring Tallulah's questions about gamma radiation from behind them. The Doctor held onto a beam as he swung his whole body out to look over the edge, forcing Florence to grab the back of his coat in her own panic.
"Oh, that's high." He commented, stating the obvious. "That's very… Blimey. That's high." Florence pulled him back,
"Yes very high, yes we hate it. But we need to get higher." Martha pointed at the wooden ladder to their right,
"The mast's up there, look." She dragged him over and pointed up the hole in the scaffolding. "There's three pieces of Dalekanium on the base. We've got to get them off."
"And wouldya look at that." Florence commented miserably. "There just so happens to be three of us for the job." The Doctor shook his head,
"That's not we, that's just me."
"What?" Florence asked, as much as she would have rather been anywhere else, she wouldn't sit idly while the Doctor risked his life.
"We're not gonna just stand here and watch you!" Martha agreed, but the Doctor remained firm.
"No, you're going to have your hands full anyway. I'm sorry." He looked between the two of them. "I'm so sorry, but you've got to fight." He pointed back to the lift steadily rising. "Something's coming up in that lift and you need to stop them stopping me." Martha and Florence looked at each other before nodding and heading back into the other room, Florence grabbing the Doctor's hand as he gripped the first rung of the ladder,
"Be careful." She told him sternly, and he responded with a tight smile,
"I will if you will."
With the Doctor climbing the precarious structure of the building around them, the other five members of team 'Stop the Daleks' (Florence was still working on the name) rallied themselves outside the doors of the lift with various pipes, mallets and other weapons they had found in the room. The dial above the lift doors was increasing floor by floor, and they knew that they were running out of time.
"I shoulda bought that gun." Frank muttered as he tightened his grip on his mallet, while Laszlo stepped slightly in front of Martha and Tallulah,
"Tallulah, stay back." He told her, motioning to Martha and Florence in turn. "You too, ladies. If they send pig slaves, they're trained to kill."
"The Doctor needs me to fight! I'm not going anywhere!" Martha told him indignantly, but Laszlo wouldn't let it go,
"They're savages!" He pushed her back again. "I should know. They're trained to slit your throat with their bare teeth!" His final comment was marked with a harsh intake of breath as he slumped over his hammer, falling to the ground, unable to keep himself up.
"Laszlo!" Tallulah cried, trying to help him up. "What is it?"
"Nothing." He shrugged her off. "I'm fine, just leave me." He let out another harsh breath and fell back against the wall.
Tallulah placed the back of her hand over his forehead, "Oh, honey, you're burning up! What's wrong with you? Tell me." Frank shook his head,
"One man down and we ain't even started yet." Florence looked at the dial slowly creeping closer and closer to their floor,
"Right!" She cried out, looking at Martha and Frank. "New plan! We'll get slaughtered otherwise! What else can we do?"
She was almost drowned out by the sound of thunder that came from outside, and the flash of lightning that followed lit Martha up like a lightbulb.
"That's it! Lightning!" She ran off to the outside building work. "Frank! Florence! Grab all the scaffolding you safely can!" The two did as they were told, dropping their weapons and following her outside. "It's like you said, Florence, conductors need insulators, and we have all this metal!" Florence nodded handling a couple of rods. "So, we build our own conductor! Grab some chairs to lead it out!"
Florence laughed as the three of them began to set up a miniature circuit of chairs and scaffolding leading from the lift through the room to the outside. "Oh, Martha! I could bloody kiss you!" Tallulah seemed less impressed, as she tried to tend to her love's breathlessness,
"What the hell are you clowns doing?" She lashed out at the clanging noises they were making, but Martha was undeterred,
"Even if the Doctor stops the Dalekanium, this place is still going get hit!" She explained as they rolled a chair into the middle of the circuit. "Great bolt of lightning, electricity all down this building! Connect this to the lift, and they get zapped!" Tallulah's mouth dropped open at the plan,
"Oh my god, that could work!" She praised them, and Frank looked up at her,
"Then give us a hand!" He told her sternly, as they ran back out for more scaffolding. Martha took the last pipe inside and she and Tallulah hooked it up to the lift while Florence and Frank manoeuvred the scaffolding outside to take its weight and maintain a connection. They ran back inside and joined the group sitting in the centre of the room.
"All connect?" Florence asked, slightly out of breath from the running back and forth, Martha nodded and grabbed at the two of them to sit with them.
"Come here, and don't touch anything metal!" Florence nodded and looked up at the dial again, they were moments away, and she only hoped that the lightning strike coincided with its arrival and didn't give whatever it was in there time to dismantle their trap. There was a ding, the same ominous ding that was lightened only minutes before with the arrival of the Doctor and Laszlo, but the doors opened to reveal a gaggle of pigmen looking ready to attack. With the opening of the doors, however, came the sound of thunder, as well as the follow up of white hot lightning that course through the building, burning up through the piping around them and travelling directly towards the doors of the lift. The metal casing lit up with the electricity, hitting each of the pigmen standing there and sending them into painful convulsions for a few steady seconds, causing them to squeal and scream. The group crouching on the floor huddled closer and hid in each other's shoulders, until the sounds suddenly came to a stop. Martha was the first to move, lifting her head up and peering over at the bodies of the pigmen, fallen corpses where they had stood moments before. They all stood, four of them running towards the lift, while Florence placed a hand on her racing heart and stayed where she was momentarily.
"You did it, Martha." Tallulah murmured, relief flooding through them all.
"They used to be like Laszlo…" She shook her head at her own actions. "They were people, and I killed them." Florence was hardly paying attention, she barely registered Laszlo's words of comfort as she turned sharply to the scaffolding outside.
"Doctor." She whispered to herself, running out and climbing up the ladder she had said goodbye to him on, she reached the second landing and spotted a familiar silver tube lying precariously near the edge. She reached out and grabbed it quickly before continuing up to the highest point, trying with all her might not to look down as she went. On the last rung of the ladder she was clutching onto with dear life, she had to blindly reach up to the floorboards of the landing nearest to the mast, pulling herself up and crying out when she saw the Doctor splayed out too close to the edge, crawling over to him and reaching out. "Doctor!" She yelled to him, gently tapping his cheeks and pulling his figure closer to her. "Doctor! Hey, idiot!" She waved the screwdriver in front of his closed eyes. "You dropped something!"
Suddenly he stirred, his face forming into a grimace. Florence almost cried in relief.
"Oh… my head." He moaned, Florence ran her hands lightly over his stubbly cheeks,
"Hey, you…" She cooed. "Rough night?" The Doctor smiled up at her, slowly opening his eyes,
"Oh you have no idea…" She scrunched her nose up in response,
"I can hazard a guess." He blinked a couple times, still adjusting to the land of the living,
"So, survived then?"
"We all did." She ran her hand through his hair, trying to find any bumps. "You, only just." She turned away from his sleepy eyes and looked at the mast, which had some noticeable additions still in place. "Um, not to micromanage… but I notice there's still Dalekanium on there…" The Doctor sat up gently and let Florence help him,
"Oh, nothing's ever good enough for you, eh?" She whacked him on the arm.
"What did you do?" She asked, and he motioned her to head towards the opening of the floor,
"I got in the way, no time to explain, we gotta get down there."
The Doctor quickly explained to the rest of the group how the Daleks had managed to use the lightning strike to animate the bodies they had stored in the basement of the Empire State, leaving no time for questions as he explained the next stage of their masterplan.
He paced the solid floor they were (thankfully to Florence) back on. "The Daleks will have gone straight to a war footing." He told them. "They'll be using the sewers, spreading the soldiers out underneath Manhattan."
"And how do we stop'em?" Laszlo asked, and the Doctor paused his pacing momentarily,
"There's only one chance. I got in the way." Florence hoped he didn't mean what she thought he meant from what she had gathered from the Dalekanium left on the mast. "That gamma strike went zapping through me first." Of course it had, she was going to push him off the building for being so foolish.
"Yeah, but what does that mean?" Martha pushed, but he brushed off her question with a wave of his hand,
"We need to draw fire. Before they can attack New York, I need to face them. Where can I draw them out? Think, think, think, think, think." He smacked his head a few times, saving Florence half a job, before running his hands through his hair, making it even wilder. "We need some sort of space. Somewhere safe. Somewhere out of the way." He straightened suddenly and pointed at the showgirl in the room. "Tallulah!"
She smiled brightly at being called upon. "That me, three Ls and an H!"
"The theatre!" The Doctor exclaimed. "It's right above them, and, what…" He looked at the clock. "It's gone midnight, think you can get us in?"
She shrugged.
"Don't see why not." The Doctor smiled brightly,
"Is there another lift?" Was his next question, aimed at the rest of the group, and Florence pointed out the doorway near them,
"We came up in the cosy service lift." The Doctor waggled his eyebrows at her and sped out of the room, yelling as he went,
"That'll do! Allons-y!"
The Doctor ran ahead once they had made it into the auditorium, sonicking the room upon entry, and climbing over the chairs of the stalls with little regard. "This should do it! Here we go!" While Florence wasn't quite sure what it was that the group was looking for, she admired his swiftness for forming plans that never seemed to have a clear beginning (or middle) but always worked themselves out in the end.
"There ain't nothing more creepy than a theatre in the dark." Florence wanted to correct her and raise the stakes with an empty school at night inhabited by bat-like aliens, but didn't think it was the right time. "Listen, Doctor, I know you got a thing for show tunes, but there's a time and a place, huh?" Florence laughed at the confused look the Doctor shot her way before he continued holding his sonic up to his ear and in the air around them. She barely registered Laszlo sitting down next to them, but allowed Tallulah to look after him and her to ask the burning question,
"Doctor, what are you doing?" Martha nodded, crossing her arms,
"Can you hear anything from that thing other than buzzing?" The Doctor barely cast them a glance of acknowledgement as he continued holding his screwdriver in the air,
"Martha: no the time. Florence: I'm… signalling…"
"Signalling who?" Martha asked cautiously, though Florence feared she had also guessed who he meant.
"If the Daleks are going to war, they'll want to find their number one enemy. I'm just telling them where I am." He kept his sonic aloft as he looked sternly down at his companions. "And I'm telling you to go. Frank can take you back to Hooverville." Martha looked up at him with an incredulous look,
"And I'm telling you, I'm not going." She looked at Florence. "I'll think you'll find neither of us are going!" The Doctor looked between the woman on either side of him,
"It's not a suggestion, it's an order." Florence raised her eyebrows.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Didn't realise this relationship was Dictator-Subjects, I thought it was tour guide-companions." The Doctor opened his mouth to argue once more, but before he could the doors of the auditorium burst open and around a dozen people marched in, weapons in hand, surrounding them. The group huddled closer together in the middle of the stalls and looked around at the new occupants of the room.
"Oh my God!" Tallulah gasped, holding tightly to the still weak Laszlo. "Well, I guess that's them, then?"
"Humans, with Dalek DNA?" Martha said incredulously, while Florence noticed the weapons they held even looked like the Dalek laser stalks. The Doctor held Frank back from getting any closer to them,
"It's alright, it's alright. Just stay calm. Don't antagonise them." He told them all, but Laszlo looked around worriedly,
"The Dalek masters? Where are they?" Before any of them could answer, the stage in front of them exploded and scattered debris all over the stalls, causing them all to duck in safety. Suddenly, they were crouched behind red velvet chairs, and Florence was reminded of the times children would play hide and seek, and would be hiding in the plainest of sights covered by a singular sheet that they thought would keep them safe. Florence peeked over the top of the chair in front of her to see two Daleks appear on the destroyed stage, with Sec crawling in front of them chained like an animal. They all rose slowly once they realised there was no hiding from their enemies this time.
"The Doctor will stand before the Daleks." One of the Daleks ordered once they had rolled to the front of the stage, and the Doctor climbed over the seats in front of him until he reached the front row. "You will die, Doctor. It is the beginning of a new age."
"Planet Earth will become New Skaro!" The Dalek on the left continued, and the Doctor scoffed derisively,
"Oh, and what a world. With anything just the slightest bit different ground into the dirt. That's Dalek Sec." He pointed to the shamed Dalek hybrid before them. "Don't you remember? The cleverest Dalek ever and look what you've done to him. Is that your new Empire, hmm? Is that the foundation for a whole new civilisation?"
"My Daleks…" Dalek Sec breathed heavily, unable to turn to completely face his former comrades from the chains he was shackled to. "Just understand this. If you choose death and destruction, then death and destruction will choose you."
"Incorrect! We always survive." One of the Daleks responded.
"Now we will destroy our greatest enemy, the Doctor." The other agreed, and Dalek Sec began to crawl in penance,
"But he can help you!" The Dalek on the right's weapon moved, aiming towards the Doctor as he stood, too far from Florence's hands that wanted to drag him back, back to the TARDIS, back to her.
"The Doctor must die!"
"No! I beg you! Don't!" Dalek Sec tried once again, crawling toward the Dalek whose weapon remained steady,
"Exterminate!" It called, just at the same moment that the Dalek Sec hybrid, the Daleks' first insight into what they thought it meant to be human, stood in the path of the beam, skull illuminating from the force and crumpling at the foot of the stage. Dead with the most human scream.
"Your own leader." The Doctor told the Daleks, shaking his head slightly. The only creature who might have led you out of the darkness and you destroyed him." He turned to the other hybrids that stood in position on either side of them. "Do you see what they did? Huh? You see what a Dalek really is?" The Doctor held his arms out. "If I'm going to die, let's give the new boys a shot. What do you think, eh?" Florence could see he was egging them on, and only hoped he knew what he was doing. "The Dalek-Humans. Their first blood. Go on, baptise them!"
The Dalek on the left swung its eyestalk to look at their creations. "Dalek-Humans, take aim." They readied their weapons, the sound of cocking filled the auditorium.
"What are you waiting for?!" The Doctor yelled at the Daleks onstage. "Give the command!"
"Exterminate!" It complied, and there was a tense pause as they all waited for the attack, Florence burying her face in Martha's jacket as she did the same to Frank.
The attack that never came.
"Exterminate!" The Dalek tried again, but nothing. "Obey! Dalek-Humans will obey!"
Florence looked at the motionless hybrids, confused.
"They're not firing." Martha pointed out, and Florence glance at the Time-Lord still waiting for his death,
"Oh, what has he done…"
"You will obey!" The other Dalek tried. "Exterminate."
"Why?" One of the hybrids at the front of the formation asked, with the innocent questioning of a child who had just discovered their voice.
"Daleks do not question orders." The hybrid was told by his masters, but still he persisted,
"But… why?"
"You must not question."
"But, why?"
"You will stop this."
"But why?" If it weren't for the fact that Florence still feared her life despite the new developments, she may have likened the hybrids more akin to the children who went through their incessant repetitive phase of asking 'why, why, why, why?" at every possible moment. "You are not our master. And we… we are not Daleks."
The Doctor shook his head. "No, you're not. And you never will be." He told them, before turning to his arch nemeses, hands in the pockets of his suit trousers. "Sorry, I got in the way of the lightning strike. Time Lord DNA got all mixed up. Just that little bit of freedom." The Dalek's were unmoved by the development.
"If they will not obey, then they must die." It spoke, and shot the hybrid that had asked all the questions, leading to an opening for the rest of the hybrids to begin firing at their former masters, while the humans all ducked at the Doctor's command to get down. There were multiple sounds of laser beams shot each and every way for a while before two loud explosions rocked the stage. Florence moved her head so that she could see through the two chairs in front of her and caught a glimpse of two broken and smoking shells where the Daleks once were. The Doctor stood amongst the chaos, placing a hand gently on one of the surviving hybrids,
"It's alright, it's alright. You did it." He told them. "You're free." The relief didn't last long, when all of a sudden the hybrids clutched their heads in pain, squirming and crying out as they fell to the floor. "No! They can't! They can't!" The Doctor cried, cradling one of their heads in his hand as they went limp. "They can't!" Martha and Florence ran to him, looking at the figures on the ground around them.
"What happened? What was that?" Martha asked, while Florence looked at the prone body,
"Doctor… are they…?" She trailed off and the Doctor looked around in disbelief.
"They killed them," he confirmed, "rather than let them live. An entire species. Genocide." He spat out.
Florence couldn't bear to look at the bodies any longer, and cast her eyes to the three native New Yorkers, who shouldn't have had to witness such devastation, noticing Laszlo was looking at the stage with a frown.
"Only two of the Daleks have been destroyed." He pointed out. "One of the Daleks masters must still be alive." The Doctor stood slowly,
"Oh, yes. In the whole universe, just one."
The Doctor had run off before Florence could get a grip of his jacket to stop him doing anything dangerous, and the others stood quietly for a moment, looking at the destruction around them helplessly. Florence stood slowly and held her hand out for Martha, "Come on." She told her friend. "We should go and get him before he finally gets himself killed." Martha took her hand and let herself be pulled up, looking at Tallulah, Frank and Laszlo with an expectant look,
"Come on then! Back to the sewers…"
The group only made it halfway through the tunnels before Laszlo, acting as their guide, started to slow down, panting heavily. He attempted to wave them ahead, telling them that it was only through the door to their left. Martha, ever the physician, wrapped her arm around his back - Tallulah on the other side - and told him under no circumstance were they leaving him behind. Florence ran ahead, pushing open the door for the three to enter, Frank trailing behind looking warily at the dark sewers he had been taken in only hours before.
"Doctor!" Martha called out as they dragged Laszlo into the room. "Doctor! He's sick!" He began to wheeze and pant his breaths, struggling to stand before collapsing to the floor in Tallulah's arms. "It's okay." Martha told him gently, checking his pulse, and turning to the Doctor, who Florence realised was alone in the room. "It's his heart, it's racing like mad. I've never seen anything like it!" The Doctor crouched by his side, frowning.
"What is it, Doctor? What's the matter with him?" Tallulah asked him, desperately holding onto her love. "He says he can't breathe? What is it?"
Laszlo looked up at her, and Florence didn't like the way he did.
"It's time, sweetheart." Tallulah shook her head at him,
"What do you mean 'time'? What are you talking about?" Laszlo took a shuddering breath,
"None of the slaves survive for long. Most of them only live for a few weeks. I was lucky…" He breathed harder, looking up at her. "I held on because I had you. But now… I'm dying, Tallulah."
"No you're not!" Tallulah told him sternly, tears in her eyes. "Not now, not after all this… Doctor," she looked up at the man who was crouched forlornly, hands at his chin, "can't you do something?" She asked him desperately, and he took a deep breath, Florence prepared for the worst.
"Oh, Tallulah with three Ls and an H… just you watch me!" He stood quickly, throwing off his overcoat and flinging it to the side, Florence lunged to catch it, poor thing had been through enough. "What do I need? Oh, I don't know…" He looked around at the space around them. "How about a great big genetic laboratory? Oh look," he caught Florence's eye, and she raised her eyebrow at his dramatics, "I've got one! Laszlo, just you hold on! There's been too many deaths today!" He began to work, mixing various liquids and creating steaming concoctions. "Way too many people have died! Brand new creatures, and wise old men, and age old enemies!" Florence hoped he wasn't counting him in the second category, not after his antics. "And I'm telling you, I'm telling you right now, I am not having one more death!" He sonicked a burner on to heat up one of his concoctions, while Martha and Florence smiled, grabbing hold of each others' hands. "Have you got that? Not one! Tallulah, out of the way." He told the blonde, pulling his stethoscope out of those godforsaken deep pockets of his. "The Doctor is in." He told them, pulling it around his neck and grinning at the group. Florence looked at the man in front of her, the hero of the hour, who constantly found new ways of surprising her.
"Never say that again." She told him, receiving a wink in response.
Florence stood wrapped under the Doctor's arm in the cool autumn breeze in Central Park, Martha next to them leaning on the bench behind her, and Tallulah stood cuddled up with her incognito pigman, fedora and high collar hiding him from scrutiny. They were waiting for the man of the moment to come and inform them of the Hooverville inhabitants' decision on Laszlo's place with them.
"Well," Frank told them, approaching the bench, "I talked to them, and I told them what Solomon would've said…" He smiled slightly. "I reckon I shamed one or two of them." Florence laughed lightly,
"Attaboy, Frankie!"
"What did they say?" The Doctor asked, and Frank paused dramatically,
"They said yes." He broke the news to them, and Tallulah hugged Laszlo tightly, who sighed in relief. "They'll give you a home, Laszlo. I mean, er, don't imagine people ain't gonna stare." He warned him. "I can't promise you'll be at peace, but, in the end… that's what Hooverville is for. People who ain't got nowhere else."
"I… I can't thank you enough." Laszlo stammered out a heartfelt thanks, Tallulah smiling up at him, and hugging him tightly.
The time travellers made it back to the Statue of Liberty after many tearful and grateful farewells from Tallulah and the boys respectively. Martha looked out at the skyline once more before they hopped in the TARDIS,
"Do you reckon it's going to work, those two?" Florence thought of the starry eyed gazed Tallulah gave Laszlo every time she saw him, despite his new appearance.
"Absolutely." She told her friend confidently, while the Doctor shrugged slightly,
"I don't know… Anywhere else in the Universe, I might worry about them… but New York?" He smiled softly. "That's what this city's good at." He sniffed dramatically. "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses… and maybe the odd pig slave Dalek mutant hybrid too." Florence and Martha laughed at him, Martha nudging her lightly,
"The Pig and the Showgirl!" The Doctor approvingly,
"The Pig and the Showgirl!" Florence shoved him a bit,
"Just goes to show, there's someone for everyone… even pig headed men, literally." The Doctor wrapped his arm around her,
"Alright, Flossie, alright." She pinched his side in annoyance but he merely laughed, dragging them back to the blue box behind them.
"Meant to say," Martha began, looking up at him wearily, "I'm sorry."
The Doctor looked down at her, as he let go of Florence and unlocked the TARDIS door.
"What for?" He asked.
"Just for that Dalek who got away…" She told him. "I know what that means to you." Florence nodded, looking up at him,
"Think you'll see it again?" He nodded sombrely, opening the door for the two girls.
"Oh yes… one day." He shut the door behind him as they entered the cosy orange lit console room, Florence throwing her jacket on the old leather seats of the side of the central column, rubbing her hands together and rolling her neck.
"God…" She yawned. "Dunno about you, but I'm heading for a shower and a nap before I'm zapped away again!" Martha laughed,
"How long you been in those clothes then this time?" Florence looked down at her jeans and t-shirt, shrugging,
"Meh, couple of days." She looked up at her friend. "Oh, god does this happen a lot? I mean," she shook her finger at the Doctor, who began to set up the TARDIS for flight, "I know he bloody never changes, but me? Please tell me I change!" Martha laughed,
"Spoilers!" Florence groaned, turning on her heel and marching down the ramp towards the stairs that led to the rest of the ship,
"Doctor! I better not jump in the next hour at least! I need to sort myself out! And choose another outfit!" She heard her friends laughing behind her, the Doctor's voice echoing down the hallway,
"No promises!"
Phew! Another chapter donnneeee! Hope you enjoy, look forward to any reviews, favourites, likes, anything!
See you for chapter 18! xo