Well, as normal as things could be when you travel through time and space for a living. Or, well, as normal as things could be when your best friend was about to be eaten by a space bat and would be erased from existence and could only be brought back when the resurrected dad of your other friend dies again. Or as the Doctor liked to call it, Saturday.

One of the creatures outside materialised inside, it's wings folded. I grabbed the Doctor's hand as the people in the front rows of the church started screaming. The Doctor went forward and gestured to everyone, pulling my hand up (which I would've protested about, but judging by the fact that he was gonna become time bacteria chow, I wasn't so bothered). "Everyone, behind me!"

For the first time in the history of time and space, people actually listened to the Doctor and ran behind him. Rose and I stayed right behind him as I let go of his hand to get everyone to safety. The monster spread out it's wings and shrieked.

"I'm putting you in charge now because you're the only one who knows what happens, alright?" The Doctor looked down at me. I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded. He turned back to the creature and started walking forward. "I'm the oldest thing in here."

"Liza, what's going on?" Rose whispered urgently, and I took a deep breath and swallowed. "That thing's gonna erase him from existence."

At that exact moment, the creature flew toward the Doctor. "Doctor!" Rose yelled, and I closed my eyes, trying to prevent the tears from falling as my best friend got eaten by a space bat thing. When I opened them again, the TARDIS was gone too- and so was the creature.

I let out a shaky breath and pursed my lips together to stop the tears from falling. The Doctor was gone, and had put me in charge. I had to bring him back. I took a deep breath and turned around. "Everybody, just go back and sit down, but stay away from the doors. Rose, I need to talk to you alone."

Rose's eyes were wide, and she shook her head as everyone else went to sit down. "Why? It's not like that would bring the Doctor back, right?"

"I know how to bring him back- that's why I need to talk to you."

"Then why didn't you do that? Why do you need me?"

"Because I know what happens in the future and it all depends on you! Listen, my best friend is gone, and it's all our fault!" I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "I'm sorry. It's just-"

"What's happening?" Jackie gasped as the whole church became darker. The creatures outside were shrieking and banging on the walls.

I took a deep breath. "Looks like time is disintegrating and the church is becoming weaker." I looked around. Everyone was either gasping or talking in low tones or moaning about the end of the world. "But-"

Nobody listened. I tried a few times, but nobody answered, so I took a deep breath. "Can everybody please shut up and pay attention for one minute and then get back to your panicking session or whatever?!" Silence (the one that means quiet- not the creepy slenderman things that wipe themselves from your memories once you look away). Everyone was looking at me wide-eyed. Well, everyone except Jackie.

"Oi, it's the end of the world! We all have the right to panic, you know, not everyone is as casual about this like you are."

"Then go panic somewhere else, because on top of everything that's happening right now, the last thing I need is a church full of scared people to look after!" I glared at her and turned to everybody else. "Just go and pray or something, but please, for god's sake, stay out of my hair!" I turned to Rose, who was looking at me, mouth agape. "Rose, with me, now!"

I turned around and went to the back of the church. Rose better have been following me, or I would've probably dragged her with me. "Liza, wait for me, why are we hiding from everyone else?"

I turned to her once we reached the window and pointed outside. "What's there? Why are you showing me a window?"

"Just keep looking, you'll find out," I said a bit too harshly for my own liking, gritting my teeth.

"Wait, hold on- that car, it- Oh God it's back!" She turned around and gasped. "That car, it- it just disappeared and went back to where it came from! Is that what you wanted to show me? What does this have to do with bringing the Doctor back, though?"

I pointed at the window again. "Look closely. That car is the same car that ran over Pete- or, well, almost ran over him this time. It's stuck in a time loop and has been going round and round like that ever since the timelines changed and the paradox happened."

"Yeah, but what does this have to do with the Doctor?"

"We fix the timeline, the time loop stops, those creatures leave and everything they've done becomes reversed, meaning, the Doctor comes back and everyone else the creatures took also comes back, the end of the world is stopped, everything becomes alright."

"But my dad, he- he has to go in front of the car to fix the timeline, right?" I nodded and she shook her head. "But he'll die!"

"It's the only way, I'm sorry." I shrugged, "Pete died in the original timeline, so Pete should die in this one too."

"But he can't die! I'm not gonna let him die!"

"If he dies, things get fixed and everyone lives except him. If he lives, he'll die anyway because time is disintegrating and we'll all die with him!" I took a deep breath and blew it out. "Listen, Rose, some things aren't meant to be changed, and even if we change them, they'll always end up the way they should. Your dad died and you changed it, but now the Doctor's gone and everything's gonna be destroyed soon and this is the only way to fix it."

"But there's always another way! What about the TARDIS, we could try and get it back!"

"Rose, I'm sorry, but this is the other way. I'll give you a few minutes to tell Pete and Jackie and say your goodbyes." I turned around and was about to walk away.

"You can't just make a decision like that and leave! You have no right to decide whether my Dad dies or not!"

I turned around. "As a matter of fact, I know what must happen for all of this to go back to the way it was which makes me have every right to." I turned back and walked back into the main part of the church.

"This is it- for real this time," Rose muttered beside me as Pete ran toward the car. I held her hand and squeezed it. "I would say that it'll be alright, but that's almost never true."

Rose buried her head in my shoulder as Pete ran in front of the car and was close to it. I closed my eyes tightly as the car hit him and he fell. I tightened my grip around Rose as she let out a sob in my shoulder.

At that moment, someone put their hand on my shoulder. I turned around and breathed a soft sigh of relief. The Doctor nodded at me and tapped Rose on the shoulder. She looked up at him. "Go to him. Quick." He whispered. She nodded and ran toward Pete's dying body. I watched her as she did, biting my lip and trying not to cry.

The Doctor put an arm around me. "Well, looks like you handled things."

"You're back, aren't you? Isn't that explanatory in itself? Or whatever." I took a deep breath as Rose put Pete's head down. The Doctor pulled me closer. "Come on, we need to go back to the TARDIS. I hate-"

"You hate cleaning up, I know,"

Well, as it turned out, both the Doctor and I were very wrong about what the TARDIS would do to us. Either she knew our predictions and wanted to go against those on purpose, or she just wanted to torture us even more in a subtler way.

We had just started the TARDIS after we went in and she managed to steer us in front of some galaxy twenty thousand light years away from Earth (by veering us off course, when we clearly meant to go back to Powell Estate to see Jackie) and locked the controls in the console room. So basically, we were grounded and could do literally nothing about it, and we didn't even know for how long we would be grounded.

Although, at that moment, that was the least of our worries as the Doctor and I had to take Jackie's place and comfort Rose, who was a complete mess by then. She eventually went back to her room to get some sleep and I decided that I would too. The Doctor nodded when I said that, and grumbled something about finally organising the TARDIS attic for the first time in 700 years, a place I was shocked to find out about.

However, the deity of nightmares, aka my least favourite entity in all of time and space thought that it would be a wonderful idea to have me dream about space bats eating the Doctor while I stood watching and could do absolutely nothing about it. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. The TARDIS hummed comfortingly and I gave her a small smile. "Thanks- although I have no idea what you're telling me- remind me to ask the Doctor how to speak TARDIS."

I tried reading again, but still felt jumpy from the nightmare and couldn't really concentrate on the words on the page. After a few attempts to try and forget the nightmare, I sighed and pulled my covers off. I got up from my bed, put on my penguin slippers and walked out of my room.

After I reached the kitchen, I pushed the door open and walked in. I took out my 'Reality is a disappointment' mug and some cocoa mix from the cabinets. I took out some milk and started boiling it, staring at the pan, trying not to think about anything.

After pouring my cocoa into my mug, I dumped in a load of marshmallows and was stirring the drink as someone (aka, Mr Extremely Conspicuous Ears Even Though He Wished Otherwise While He Regenerated) caught me by surprise. Although, not at first. "Must've been a terrible nightmare for you to actually come and make hot cocoa in the middle of the TARDIS night instead of just reading Harry Potter."

I nodded absently, stirring my drink, "Yeah, well, I couldn't get the image out of my h-" And then I just realised what I had just said. My head snapped up and I plastered a grin on my face as I turned to face the Doctor. "I mean, Nightmare Who? I don't know any nightmares, do you?"

The Doctor shook his head and my grin faltered. "I'm that terrible at lying, huh?"

"Yeah, but that's a whole other thing to cover some other time." He nodded. "Back to what we were just talking about, I was right, wasn't I?"

"How do you even know, I never told any-" I looked up at the ceiling and scowled. "You told him, didn't you?" Sexy hummed and I looked at the Doctor, who nodded. "Yeah, I know she never expected that you'd actually tell me."

"But why? I'm perfectly alright, it's not like nightmares are life-threatening or whatever!" I scowled at the ceiling and Sexy hummed again. I looked at the Doctor, who stared at me blankly and then seemed to realise what I meant. "She says that you hardly sleep properly anymore and she decided to take action because you're human and can't function with four hours of sleep per TARDIS day. And I agree with her."

"But-"

"But nothing. What happened?"

"Telling you about it isn't gonna help me, is it?"

The Doctor frowned and folded his hands. "Well, I'd like you to know that I'm a therapist."

I narrowed my eyes and shook my head. "No you're not-"

He looked offended as he folded his hands tightly. "Oi, I'm above nine hundred! Must've been a therapist some time!"

I laughed and shook my head. "Alright then, I'll tell you-"

"In the library."

"In the where?" I raised my eyebrows and he shook his head. "The library. No protests. Doctor's orders."

I started laughing as I followed him and he shook his head. "I forgot to say 'no pun intended'."

I sipped my hot cocoa as I told him about my dream in the library. I was sitting on the sofa and he was sitting on a huge black beanbag ("Come on, Liza, look at how fantastic they are!"), nodding every few seconds as I told him about everything.

I shuddered after I finished and took the last sip of my cocoa, chewing the marshmallow. He looked up at me. "Well, I expected it would be something related to all the adventures we've been having-"

"You mean all the death we've seen. The adventures are amazing, it's just the death that's the problem."

He nodded and clasped his hands together. "And you've been reading the Chamber of Secrets to try and go back to sleep." I nodded and he got up and walked toward a shelf nearby.

"What are you doing?"

"Well, I forgot to mention that you were reading the wrong book all along. Same thing over and over- never helps." He scanned the shelves and grabbed a book from the shelf over his head. "Ah, perfect!"

"What?"

He ran back and sat down on his beanbag and I raised my eyebrows at him. "Okay, Liza, I'm going to be using a tried and tested technique to help you with your nightmare problem."

"Okay, what am I supposed to do?"

"Lie down on the couch and don't protest or say anything." He relaxed on the couch and opened his book. I frowned at him and did as he said. "Okay-"

"I said don't say anything! Anyway, When Mr Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventy-first birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was much talk and excitement in Hobbiton…."