Hello everyone!

Back with a new chapter!

I should say, before this chapter starts, that I just got a new job so I might not have all the free time in the world to write and edit, so as soon as I run out of prewritten chapters (a lot of these chapters have been written months in advance and I've only just gone back and edited them), it might take me a little longer to upload. But, nothing should change for the next few weeks.

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Chapter 10

The End of the World part 2

The Doctor and June walked through the empty hallways of the observation deck. They hadn't seen Rose since she had left the observation gallery. "You know," June said, "I can't think any of this is too weird anymore." She glanced at the Doctor. "The travelling and the aliens."

"Yeah, I guessed," the Doctor said. "You got used to it fast."

June sighed. "I hope she's alright."

"I'm sure she's fine," the Doctor said. "Just suffering from culture shock, that's all."

Culture shock. June remembered Lady Cassandra. The last human they had called her. "Was she really human?" June asked. The Doctor raised an eyebrow at her. "Lady Cassandra O'—whatever. The last human. She didn't seem so human to me."

"No?" he asked.

"No," she confirmed. "She's just a piece of skin with parts of a face. She can't tell the difference between an iPod and a Jukebox. She doesn't even know what an ostrich is. Those are normal things to know about." June sighed. "Maybe it's just me."

"Humans don't have those things anymore," the Doctor told her. "They don't need them. And ostriches went extinct hundreds of years ago. It's not normal for them to know about those things."

"So it is just me."

"Yup," he said. "And Rose too, probably."

"Would the owner of the blue box in private gallery fifteen please report to the Steward's office immediately," the blue man's—the Steward's—voice asked over the announcements. The Doctor groaned in annoyance. "Guests are reminded that use of teleportation devices is strictly forbidden under Peace Treaty five point four slash cup slash sixteen. Thank you."

"Detour?" June guessed.

"Yeah," the Doctor sighed.

~*O*~

"Oi, now, careful with that," the Doctor snapped at the space Oompa Loompas as they wheeled the TARDIS away. "Park it properly. No scratches."

One of the small blue men came up to them. He held out a small silver ticket. The Doctor took it and read it quickly. June tried to peer over his shoulder, so he turned it so she could see it better. She could just barely make out the writing. The letters looked English, but extra lines and dots were added around. "Have A Nice Day." The Doctor and June exchanged looks and then continued on their way to find Rose.

~*O*~

They could hear a young woman's voice from behind a closed gallery door. "Rose?" the Doctor called. "Are you in there?"

The door slid open and they found Rose sitting in another small private gallery similar to the one they had landed in. She sat on a glowing bleacher seat with the Gifts of Peace next to her. She gave them an unenthusiastic smile as they joined her.

June sat down on the small aisle steps between Rose and Doctor, who sat on another one of the glowing bleacher seats. She could see space outside the window. The sight felt oddly calming yet exhilarating all at the same time.

"What do you think, then?" the Doctor asked Rose.

"Great," Rose said. Her voice was stiff and quiet. "Yeah, fine. Once you get past the slightly physic paper." The Doctor laughed at that. "They're just so alien," she continued after a moment. "The aliens are so alien. You look at 'em and they're alien."

June nodded. "Yeah, that's how it works."

"Good thing I didn't take you to the Deep South," the Doctor said.

Rose leaned back, frowning at him. "Where are you from?" she asked. The Doctor suddenly seemed to want to look anywhere else in the room instead of right at the blonde. June sighed. Getting an answer to that question had been such a struggle.

"All over the place." He looked down.

"They all speak English," Rose noted.

"No, you just hear English." He leaned over, resting on one of his arms and propping one of his legs up on the seat. June snickered at him. "It's a gift of the TARDIS," he explained. "The telepathic field gets inside your brain and translates."

"Are you really going to lay that way?" June asked.

He frowned at her. "What's wrong with the way I'm laying?" he asked.

"Draw me like one of your French girls," June mocked, laughing at him.

He rolled his eyes. "Oh, stop making fun."

"It's inside my brain?" Rose didn't sound pleased.

"Well, in a good way," the Doctor said.

"You get used to it," June muttered. She had a bad feeling that things were about to go downhill.

"Your machine gets inside my head. It gets inside and it changes my mind and you didn't even ask?" Rose snapped at him.

The Doctor and June exchanged looks. "I didn't think about it like that," he said.

"No, you were too busy thinking up cheap shots about the Deep South!" Rose exclaimed. June froze. She suddenly felt very awkward. "Who are you, then, Doctor?" she asked. The Doctor sat up and looked away from her. "What are you called? What sort of alien are you?" June let out a breath and wished she had some sort of hood to pull over her face.

"I'm just the Doctor," he grumbled.

"From what planet?" she asked.

"Well, it's not as if you'll know where it is!" he exclaimed, scoffing and trying his best to avoid the question. June rubbed her face and sighed into her hands.

"Where are you from?" Rose asked again.

"What does it matter?" the Doctor countered.

"Tell me who you are!" she exclaimed.

"This is who I am, right here, right now, alright? All that counts is right here and now, and this is me!" he shouted.

"Yeah, and I'm here too because you brought me here, so just tell me!" Rose shouted back.

"Stop yelling at each other!" June shouted. She couldn't handle their yelling in her ears especially when it was so unnecessary. Oh, the misunderstandings would be the end of them all. They were all silent for a moment. The Doctor stood up and walked down to the window. June rolled her eyes at the dramatics, but still stood up to join him.

~*O*~

The Doctor and June walked into the TARDIS. The silence between them was tense and unbearable. The Doctor didn't waste any time running up to the console and sending the TARDIS off into space, the odd wheezing noise filling the silence of the room. June sat down on the tattered console room chair and ran a hand through her hair. The Doctor smiled an obviously forced smile at her from the other side of the console, but she didn't smile back.

The silence became thick again once the wheezing died down. "Where to next?" the Doctor asked.

June stared silently at him. She felt so tired of his damn stubbornness. "Answer my questions," she said. The Doctor frowned.

Their last trip hadn't gone exactly as planned. They had landed in a future city to see diamond replicas of the Egyptian pyramids. Things had been fine. The pyramids had been so dazzling that they had had to wear special glasses just to look right at them and they were having a great time. However, things quickly went downhill. They had run into a group of aliens who immediately went after the Doctor because he was apparently impossible. They had run of course, they were always running. But they had gotten separated at some point and as soon as the aliens had a chance, they had grabbed June. They had tied her up in one of the diamond pyramids and even attached explosives to her for 'security.' They knew that the Doctor would come looking for his companion. And he did, of course. It took a while, but he managed to drive the aliens away before anything worse could happen. However, disarming the explosives that were slowly ticking down on June's back had become a challenge when the sonic screwdriver hadn't worked on them.

June had freaked out, like anyone whould with explosives wired to them. The Doctor had tried to calm her down and asked her if she trusted him, of course, expecting a positive answer. June told him that she didn't. How could you trust someone if you didn't know anything about them? How could you trust someone if they stayed silent about the most basic information after a week of spending every day with them? The Doctor managed to disarm the explosives before they went off with only a second to spare. He had hoped that she would drop the questions when they went back to the TARDIS, but she was now facing him again and he knew that he wasn't going to get that lucky. Even if he didn't answer any of her questions, he would have to think about it.

"I'll choose if you're not going to," the Doctor said, ignoring her demand.

June groaned. "Doctor," she whined, "you've got to tell me who you are."

He walked around the console. "You know who I am."

"I know that you're an alien called the Doctor," June said. "I know you've got this spaceship time machine called the TARDIS. I know that it stands for Time and Relative something or other."

"Time and Relative Dimension in Space," the Doctor interrupted.

"Not the point!" June exclaimed. "I know you like bananas, I know you don't sleep, but that's about it. I need like, a basic profile, you know?"

"A profile?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know if that's actually what it would be called or not, but it doesn't matter," June rambled. "It's like, um: My name is June Harlow. I'm twenty-two years old. I was born on February 11th 1995. I was born and grew up in Anaheim, California. I went to the California University of the Arts for college. Basic things you learn in the first conversation or two with someone." The Doctor continued to frown at her. "You won't even tell me what kind of alien you are!"

"It doesn't matter," he grumbled.

June scoffed. "It does to!" she argued. "Considering I'm traveling with you through time and space and I might have to trust you with my life again, I think that I should know." There was silence. "What's so wrong with me knowing?"

"It's complicated, June," the Doctor said as he flicked a switch on the console. He wished that she would just accept it. Getting him to talk about who he was and where he was from would open a whole can of worms. If she found out what he had done… he wasn't sure that she would stay.

"You always say that, though," June said. "I don't care if it's complicated. I'm not an idiot so I think I can understand!"

He glared at her. "No, you really couldn't," he snapped.

"You've got to tell me!" she argued. She wasn't quite sure what to say to convince him. He was so stubborn and so defensive. It felt like he was hiding something. Although June couldn't understand what. He was usually such a kind, optimistic person. How bad could his past be?"

"I don't 'got' to do anything," he argued back.

June sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Okay, listen," she said. "I know you don't want to tell me, but I can't not know. I took a risk when I agreed to travel with you. You were a complete stranger to me, but I thought that we would get to know each other over time. And you know a shit-ton about me and my life, but I know absolutely nothing about you. You can't just not tell me what you are and where you're from. I'm not gonna make you tell me every single little secret about yourself and your past. But I will not keep traveling with you if you won't answer those questions." Her words kept coming out sharper and sharper, like they could pierce the skin. "I need to know. Because traveling with you without that information is a stupid risk to take. It's like hitchhiking. Traveling with a complete stranger. It's stupid and dangerous and I could end up dead. Do you understand?"

The Doctor stayed quiet. He understood why she was so concerned. If he didn't tell her, she would leave. If she found out too much, she would leave. And he really hated losing friends. He sighed and walked around, leaning on the console in front of her. He crossed his arms and frowned at her. "Alright. If you're going to be that insistent, I'll tell you." He kind of expected a 'thank you' or at least a smile. Instead, she raised her eyebrows at him, silently telling him to just tell her already. "I'm a Time Lord."

June nodded. "Okay. Time Lord. Fancy name." She finally smiled a bit. "Then why do you look human?"

"I don't look human," the Doctor argued. "You look Time Lord. We were here first. And we're a lot different from you lot, so don't go comparing us to you."

"A little offensive, but okay," she muttered. "How are you different though? I mean, besides being so much more annoying."

He shot her a look, although a little relieved that she was joking around again. "Not the basics," he reminded her.

"I'm curious."

"Curiosity killed the cat."

"But satisfaction brought it back." She smirked.

"Alright, I'll give you that," he said. "One example." He gave her the most basic, yet impressive example he could think of. "We have two hearts."

"Two hearts?" June asked. She wondered if two hearts could even fit in one body.

"Yeah," he said.

She glanced down at his chest, narrowing her eyes as if expecting to be able to see the second heart. "Don't believe you."

"Here." He took her hands and put them on his chest, right over his hearts.

June froze as she felt the double heartbeat beneath her palms. She wanted to draw her hands away, but she felt that if she did that it wouldn't be real anymore. She stared at him, her mouth agape, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. After a moment and a confident smile from the Doctor, she laughed. "You have two hearts," she breathed.

"Yeah." He couldn't help but smile at the astonished smile on her face. How it stretched out over her lips, how her forest-green eyes went wide and sparkled.

"That's weird," she said, beaming at him.

"It's weird that you only have one," he retorted.

She finally drew her hands away. "Okay, but you still have to answer my second question," June reminded, focusing back on the issue at hand. "Where are you from?"

Any enthusiasm coming from the Doctor quickly died. His eyes grew sad—that was the only way June could describe it. He looked down at the floor. June furrowed her eyebrows. There was something wrong. She could feel it in her gut, but did she dare push it after already pushing for answers. He looked up after a moment and simply said, "Gallifrey."

"Gallifrey," June repeated. She smiled, imagining what Gallifrey could possibly be like. It must be magnificent considering it was his home. "I bet it's great."

The Doctor nodded. "Yeah." He looked away again. He didn't want to think about it anymore. He moved back around the console in silence.

"Okay," she said. "I got the information I wanted. Thanks." They exchanged small smiles. "I only have more questions now but I won't ask them."

"Good," he said. "Now, where to next?"

"You choose." She had to give him that. He had answered her questions and despite her growing curiosity, she wouldn't push, she could be satisfied with what she got. He could choose. The trips turned out a lot more interesting when he did anyway.

"How do you feel," he said, "about a 50's themed diner that floats through space?"

June smiled. "Sounds stellar."

~*O*~

June stood next to the Doctor, watching the grim look on his face. The computer's mechanical voice crackled through the speakers. "Earth Death in twenty minutes. Earth Death in twenty minutes."

Rose joined them after a moment. "Alright," she said. "As my mate Shareen says, don't argue with the designated driver." The Doctor smiled. June smiled too, just happy that the tension was over. "Can't exactly call for a taxi," Rose said as she looked down at her phone screen. "There's no signal. We're out of range. Just a bit."

"Tell you what." The Doctor grabbed the phone from her.

"Are you gonna zap it?" June asked.

"Kinda," he muttered.

"What?" Rose asked.

"He's gonna kinda zap it," June told her.

"With a little jiggery pokery." The Doctor took the phone apart, breaking through its thick casing. June hadn't seen a phone that looked like Rose's in years. It looked ancient but should've only been a little over ten years old.

"Is that a technical term, jiggery pokery?" Rose asked.

"Yeah, I came first in jiggery pokery. What about you?" he asked.

"No, I failed hullabloo," Rose said.

"Oh."

"Oh, you two are so witty," June muttered, rolling her eyes with a smile.

"I know," the Doctor said. He put a small black device into Rose's phone. June frowned at it. "The process is a bit different because your phones are so different," he explained upon noticing her confusion. "There you go." He handed Rose her phone.

She stared at her phone for a moment before pressing it to her ear. There was silence and then, "Mum?" She walked away, plugging her other ear, hoping to hear her mother better.

June almost laughed when she noticed the Doctor's grin. "Oh, you love showing off."

The Doctor shrugged. "You were impressed when I zapped your phone," he said.

"Hold on," she said. She dug her phone out of her pocket and turned it on. The lock screen showed the image of a shakily drawn guitar against a bright yellow background. The date was so long that it was squished together just to fit on the screen and June had no clue what any of it meant. The time, however, simply read 3:20. "At least I don't have to look at military time," she muttered. "Nothing else makes sense though."

"They stopped using the months and weekdays you're used to hundreds of years ago," the Doctor told her.

June sighed. "Of course, they did." Nothing would be the same, would it?

"No, I'm fine," Rose told her mom. "Top of the world."

"Ba-dum ching." June mimicked drums. The Doctor laughed.

Rose hung up the phone and stared out the window, mouth agape. "Think that's amazing, you want to see the bill," the Doctor said.

"That was five billion years ago," Rose muttered. "So, she's dead now." The Doctor frowned. June nodded. "Five billion years later, my mom's dead."

"Bundle of laughs, you are," the Doctor said.

"Technically we're all dead," June said.

"Don't add to it," the Doctor scolded.

"Think about it," June said. "Five billion years in the future. Everything anyone now, at least in my day, is waiting to see is far back in history. You think the humans, where ever they are, have a bunch of old movies and books and albums? I could see everything I wanted early."

"That's probably not a good idea," the Doctor said. "And everything from your lifetime is lost to them. Why would they have a movie or an album that's five billion years old?"

"I guess they wouldn't," June muttered.

Suddenly, the whole observation deck shook underneath their feet. June shrieked and almost jumped but the whole deck stilled a quick moment later. "That's not supposed to happen," the Doctor said with a curious smile.

"Is the trouble starting?" June asked. "Are we always going to run into some sort of trouble?"

The Steward's voice rang out over the speakers. "Honored guests may be reassured that gravity pockets may cause slight turbulence, thanking you."

"Gravity pockets?" June asked. The term sounded weird. Did little pockets of gravity just float around in space? "Why doesn't that make sense?"

"Let's go rejoin the party." The Doctor smiled at the two girls and headed towards the door.

~*O*~

The Doctor, June, and Rose walked back into the observation gallery. The party was still in full swing and none of the aliens were paying attention to the Earth despite how doom slowly approached it. The Doctor immediately found a blue panel next to the door and began to inspect it. "That wasn't a gravity pocket. I know gravity pockets and they don't feel like that."

"Gravity pockets are really a thing?" June asked.

"Of course, they are, why wouldn't they be?" the Doctor asked.

"They sound made up," she said.

"Well they're not." He turned around and asked, "What do you think, Jabe?" The tree-woman had walked up to them. June wasn't sure why or what she wanted. "Listen to the engines," the Doctor said. "They've pitched up about thirty Hertz. That dodgy or what?"

Jabe listened for a moment. "It's the sound of metal. It doesn't make any sense to me."

The Doctor smiled. "Where's the engine room?" he asked.

"I don't know," Jabe said. "But the maintenance duct is just behind our guest suite, I could show you and your wife." Jabe nodded at June.

Everything suddenly came to a screeching halt. "I'm sorry?" June asked, feeling just a bit frozen in place. She hoped that she hadn't heard right.

"She's not my wife," the Doctor said. June cringed, realizing that she had not been mistaken.

"Partner?" Jabe asked. June didn't usually tell strangers to shut up, though she was really considering it in the moment.

"No."

It kept getting worse. "Concubine?"

"Nope."

"Prostitute?"

"No!" June exclaimed. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no." Jabe seemed baffled by June's outburst. "We're friends. What do you think this is, When Harry Met Sally?" June laughed. "It's not and now things are awkward."

"It's only awkward because you said it's awkward," the Doctor argued.

"Oh, shut up," June grumbled. "I am leaving. You guys can do all the fun investigating." The Doctor frowned at her and June rolled her eyes.

"How about we go catch up with the family?" Rose suggested. June frowned at her. 'The family?' "Quick word with Michael Jackson." She pointed at Lady Cassandra.

"That's an insult to Michael Jackson," June said. "But," she sighed, "yeah fine."

"Don't start a fight," the Doctor warned as Rose and June walked towards their target. He offered his arm to Jabe. "I'm all yours." June rolled her eyes. Jabe looped her arm through his and they began out of the room.

"And I want you home by midnight!" Rose called after him. June snickered and the Doctor glanced back at them before the doors shut behind him.

"Earth Death in fifteen minutes," the computer announced. "Earth Death in fifteen minutes."

June and Rose shuffled across the room towards Lady Cassandra. June shoved her hands in her pockets. She had been sort of looking forward to the trouble at least the investigating part of it. Solving problems and looking at everything behind the scenes instead of seeing just the presented cover. But, give it up to awkward social situations and horrible misunderstandings to get in the way of that.

"Are you alright?" Rose asked. "You seem quiet."

June snickered. "I am quiet. And yeah, I'm fine, just annoyed."

"And a little embarrassed?" Rose guessed, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Yeah," she laughed, rubbing a hand against her face. "I just wanted to see what's up, but I guess now I have to give it a little breathing time. I'll tell you what though." She wanted to quickly change the subject. "I am not looking forward to our conversation with her." She glanced at Lady Cassandra.

"How bad can it be?" Rose asked, although she didn't seem that excited herself.

"Keep that attitude," June told her. "You can do the talking. I'd much rather just observe and avoid tripping over myself."

"Fair enough," Rose shrugged.

~*O*~

"Soon, the sun will blossom into a red giant, and my home will die," Lady Cassandra said as they all stood by the window, gazing down at their home planet. "That's where I used to live, when I was a little boy, down there. Mummy and daddy had a little house built into the side of the Los Angeles Crevice."

"Oh, not LA," June whined quietly at the thought of a huge hole in the spot of one of her favorite cities.

"I'd have such fun," Lady Cassandra sighed.

"What happened to everyone else?" Rose asked. "The human race, where did it go?"

"They say mankind has touched every star in the sky," Lady Cassandra said.

"So, you're not the last human," Rose said, glancing over at June like she was the fact-checker. June just shrugged. Why wouldn't humans be elsewhere in the universe?

"I am the last pure human," Lady Cassandra said, glancing sideways at Rose. June snickered and gave her a quick once-over. 'Pure', sure, and June was an alien. "The others mingled." She spat the word out like it tasted sour on her tongue. "Oh, they call themselves new humans and Proto-humans and Digi-humans, even 'humanish,' but do you know what I call them?" She paused like she was waiting for one of the girls to answer. Neither of them did. "Mongrels."

"Right," Rose muttered. She glanced back at June, her eyes wide, almost saying 'Can you believe this?' "And you stayed behind."

"I kept myself pure," Cassandra said. June scoffed. She had heard many ridiculous things not only during her travels with the Doctor, but throughout her life as well. But, as she stood there with Rose, both of them born on the same Earth, both of them as human as humans came, talking with—well, June was listening to Rose's conversation with Cassandra, but it didn't matter because June had not heard anything more ridiculous than Cassandra's comment.

"How many operations have you had?" Rose asked.

"Seven hundred and eight," Cassandra said. Her answer didn't exactly seem real. June wasn't convinced that Cassandra had once had a body like June and Rose and had altered it so badly that she was just a piece of stretched out skin with a face. It was almost like a part of her wanted Cassandra to have been born like that because it put her further from being the same species as the vain woman. She knew that the thought was a horrible one to have. It made her feel rather cruel and judgmental but the mind worked in weird ways when it didn't understand someone else's motives.

"Next week it's seven hundred and nine. I'm having my blood bleached," Cassandra continued. The thought made June cringe. If hair bleaching became bad after a while, how horrible could blood bleaching be? "Is that why you two wanted a word? You girls could be flatter. You both have got a little bit of a chin poking out."

June pressed a hand to her stomach. She wasn't sure if she could even be flatter without removing her organs and bones. People had poked at her stick-thinness all her life because no one could be happy with anything. God forbid girls be too fat or too thin. Girls she had gone to school with would marvel at her lack of weight and how her ribs poked out against her skin, like they were jealous and wanted to be skin and bone. Adults were scared that she wasn't eating no matter how many times she and her parents stressed that she was healthy. She wondered why people wanted to look as unhealthy as she did. Because she had spent a lot of her life eating and eating hoping to not look like a walking stick figure (it hadn't worked).

Rose shook her head. "I'd rather die."

"You took the words right out of my mouth," June muttered. That earned a small smile from the blonde.

"Honestly, it doesn't hurt," Cassandra insisted.

Rose laughed stiffly. "No, I mean it," she said. "I would rather die. It's better to die than to live like you, a bitchy trampoline."

June laughed and grinned wildly at the insult. Rose smiled at June because it was almost like a quiet approval coming from her. Cassandra narrowed her eyes at them. June went quiet at the sight of her glare. She didn't feel any sympathy for the woman. Trampoline or not, she was still bitchy and that usually didn't have any secret insecure motive behind it.

"Oh, well. What do you know?" Cassandra scoffed.

June just glared at the woman but Rose became so much angrier. "I was born on that planet," Rose snapped, "and so was my mum, and so was my dad, and that makes me officially the last human being in this room."

June coughed. "I'm still here," she muttered. She knew it had simply been a slip up but decided she had better things to do than be forgotten about, like being representation of a real human being.

"Right," Rose said. "And June was born on Earth too, just like I was." June nodded. "So that makes us officially the last human beings in this room. 'Cos you're not human. Anything human got chucked in the bin! You're just skin, Cassandra. Lipstick and skin."

"You've lost so much of your humanity that you're alien," June muttered. The whole point of being human was to be happy with your life and the world around you and Cassandra threw everything that made her human away.

"Nice talking," Rose grumbled. She stormed away and June followed along after her, hoping that the blonde wasn't letting Cassandra get her so angry.

They walked through the empty halls of the observation deck together. June wondered what the Doctor and Jabe were up to. She would've much preferred to go investigating than to be contemplating life as a human and at what point you became so alien that you couldn't be considered human anymore.

"She started off human," Rose said through gritted teeth.

June nodded. "Yeah."

"Just like you and me," Rose continued. June nodded again. "How?" Rose wondered. She looked at June as if she expected her to have the answer. June gaped at her because she didn't have any of the answers. Rose watcher her shrug and shake her head. "Is that what every human is like in the future. Nipped and tucked and flat?" She spat out the word like it made her sick.

"I don't think so," June said. Rose's anger softened and the bushy haired brunette attempted a small smile. "I haven't gone to the future a lot," she muttered. "But, I don't think so. There might be more people like Cassandra out there, but I bet there are more humans who are against those actions and teaching others to love themselves." It happened in her day so she could still hope that the future didn't change everything.

Rose was quiet, pondering June's words. "I've gotta sit down," she muttered after a moment.

June nodded. "Alright," she said. "I think I'm going to go find the Doctor. I need to be doing something." Doing something meant distractions from too much contemplation and increasing the chance of not being so useless this time around. She assumed that there had been enough breathing time between now and the awkward interaction and if there hadn't, she'd just blend so quietly into the background that they would forget that she was even there. "It might be a bit of a stupid idea, but yeah, I think I'm going to."

"Alright, well, good luck," Rose said. She smiled a small smile.

"Yeah you too."

They took separate turns.

Alright! That was it for this chapter!

Chapter 11 should be coming within the next week,

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Until next time,

~ C.C.