Hello, everyone!
Here is the last chapter of The End of the World.
Next week we start on The Unquiet Dead.
I do really like this chapter, which is rare because I never really like a lot of my writing. So I hope you guys like it too. I think it turned out really good.
Also, did you guys see the series 11 leaks? I'm kinda fond of spoilers because I will literally freak out over surprises in a show or a movie or a book that I like and I prefer not to have a break down while watching something. But I also like the hype. Seeing spoilers and leaks makes me much more excited. But anyway, did you guys see the leaks? And if you did, what did you think of them? I'm very excited to see the new series and I think the new sonic screwdriver looks really cool! Much better than the sonic sunglasses.
Anyway, I won't keep you for any longer.
Happy reading!
Chapter 11
The End of the World part 3
June wandered around the empty hallways, listening to the faint sound of music coming from the observation gallery and the sound of her steps as she ventured forward. The hallways seemed to just twist around and run into each other. No matter how far she felt that she had walked, there was no sign of the Doctor.
June eventually wandered back into the observation gallery, wondering if the Doctor had ended up there. But she didn't find him. Instead, she saw Cassandra in the middle of the room next to the Jukebox, the whole crowd of aliens surrounding her. June hovered by the door, listening in on her announcements. "The planet's end. Come gather, come gather. Bid farewell to the cradle of civilization. Let us mourn her with a traditional earth ballad." Then, the sudden unmistakable sound of Britney Spear's Toxic began to play from the Jukebox. June snickered and turned on her heels, immediately heading out of the room. If she was going to watch the Earth burn, she wasn't going to do it while listening to Toxic. How could she take it seriously then?
June found herself wandering through hallways again, the sound of Toxic following her, until she heard the Doctor's voice. "Hold on. Get back."
June bolted around the corner only to be greeted with a hallway full of smoke, a crowd of panicking space Oompa Loompas, Jabe, and the Doctor scanning a panel with his sonic screwdriver. "What's going on?" June asked to anyone who would answer her.
"Sun filter rising. Sun filter rising," the computer droned.
"I don't know," Jabe said, shaking her head. The whole crowd of space Oompa Loompas surrounded her, burying their faces into her skirt. "Is the Steward in there?"
"You can smell him," the Doctor muttered. "Oh, and hi, June."
"Hi doesn't matter now," June scoffed. She rushed over to see what he was scanning. She couldn't make any sense of the gibberish on the screen. "What do you mean we can smell him?" she asked. "Do you mean the Steward was just burned alive or something?"
"Hold on," the Doctor said, "there's another sun filter programmed to descend." He grabbed June's hand and pulled her along down the hallway.
"Sun filter descending. Sun filter descending." The warning was suddenly much more drastic.
They turned into a hallway which was already slowly filling with smoke. The Doctor bolted to the panel outside the door and began to sonic it. June pressed her hands against the door and recoiled when she felt how unnaturally warm it was. "Hello!?" she called through the door. "Is anyone in there!?"
"Let me out!" Rose shouted. June froze and then winced, letting out a low sigh. Rose had gone off on her own and now she was in danger.
"Oh, well, it would be you," the Doctor scoffed. June shot him a look.
"Open the door!" Rose yelled.
"Hold on! Give me two ticks!" the Doctor called.
"Sun filter descending. Sun filter descending."
"Don't worry, Rose!" June yelled through the door. "You're gonna be alright!" Rose continued to hammer against the door. June turned to the Doctor. "How much longer?" she asked.
"Like I said, two ticks," he grumbled.
"Could you be a little faster?" June asked. She wanted to pry the door open with her hands—or at least attempt to—but the door was hot to the touch and burned her fingers.
"Would you like to try doing this?" the Doctor asked. He raised an eyebrow at her. June glared at him. "No, alright then, stop distracting me." June rolled her eyes.
"Sun filter rising. Sun filter rising."
June let out a sigh of relief, a smile spreading on her face. It was going to be okay.
"I told you it wouldn't take that long," the Doctor said.
June gaped at him for a moment. He had been right. She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, whatever," she muttered. She could hear him laugh.
"Sun filter descending."
June's whole body tensed. "What!?" she shouted.
"Just what we need," the Doctor muttered. He went back to sonicing the panel outside the door. "The computer's getting clever."
"Stop mucking about!" Rose shouted.
"I'm not mucking about!" the Doctor argued. "It's fighting back."
"Open the door!" Rose yelled.
"I know!" he yelled back.
"Rose, get as far away from the light as possible!" June shouted. "If you get away from it, it'll bide the Doctor time to fix the computer!"
There was silence. The pounding against the door stopped. June's breath caught in her throat.
"The lock's melted!" Rose shouted. She sounded farther away and still very much alive. June breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sun filter descending. Sun filter descending."
June glanced back at the Doctor. He seemed to have opened the wall and was sonicing the mess of wires inside. And then suddenly, "Sun filter rising. Sun filter rising."
June didn't waste a moment before grabbing the red-hot door and attempting to open it. The metal seared her fingers and the door wouldn't budge. "Doctor!"
"Right here." He moved past her and attempted to open the door. "The whole thing's jammed. I can't open the doors. Stay there! Don't move!"
"Where am I going to go, Ipswitch?" Rose scoffed.
"Do you have a plan?" June asked the Doctor.
"Nope."
June nodded. "Alright." They turned and rushed down the hallway.
"Earth Death in five minutes."
~*O*~
The crowd of aliens in the observation gallery were crowded around Jabe, who seemed to be trying her best to explain the situation. "How is that possible?" Cassandra asked. "Our private rooms are protected by a code wall. Moisturize me. Moisturize me." She sounded distressed, but the sort of distressed that sounded over dramatic and almost fake.
The Doctor grabbed an odd metal spider out of Jabe's hand. June frowned at it. "What's that?" she asked.
"The device that's taken over Platform One," the Doctor muttered.
"Summon the Steward," the Moxx ordered.
"Who's is it?" June asked.
"I'm afraid the Steward is dead," Jabe said. The room gapsed.
"Don't know," the Doctor answered. "But I think we're going to find out."
"Who killed him?" the Moxx asked.
"This whole event was sponsored by the Face of Boe," Cassandra said. "He invited us." The Face of Boe groaned and shook his head. "Talk to the face," Cassandra insisted. "Talk to the face."
"Easy way of finding out," the Doctor said. "Someone brought their little pet on board. Let's send him back to master." He placed the metal spider down on the floor.
The spider hesitated and scuttled around the room. It didn't go directly to anyone; however, it stood the closest to Cassandra. Cassandra looked shiftily around the room. The spider scuttled away from her, instead turning its attention to the mysterious group of black hoods.
"The Adherents of the Repeated Meme. J'accuse!" Cassandra exclaimed.
"That's all very well, and really kind of obvious," the Doctor said, wandering over to the hooded group, "but if you stop and think about it—" one of the black hooded figures swung at him. The Doctor caught his arm and then completely tore it off its body. The arm had only been attached by a bunch of wires which now sparked and flared. "—a repeated meme is just an idea. And that's all they are, an idea." He pulled one of the wires and the whole group collapsed. The Doctor dropped the arm onto the ground. "Remote controlled droids. Nice little cover for the real troublemaker. Go on, Jimbo." He nudged the robot spider with his foot. "Go home."
Much to everyone's—everyone's but June and the Doctor's—surprise, the spider crawled over to Cassandra. June crossed her arms and glared at the woman. "J'accuse," she sassed not loud enough for Cassandra to hear her, but loud enough for others to hear and laugh. No one laughed.
"I bet you were the school swot and never got kissed. At arms!" she ordered. Her two assistants held out their spray guns in a threatening manner, although the spray guns weren't very threatening themselves. June quickly pulled out her baseball bat and slowly walked up to join the Doctor.
"What are you going to do, moisturize me?" the Doctor retorted. June laughed. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and smiled.
"With acid," Cassandra said. June and the Doctor stopped smiling. "Oh, you're too late, anyway. My spiders have control of the mainframe. Oh, you all carried them as gifts, tax free, past every code wall. I'm not just a pretty face."
"You're not even that," June muttered.
"Sabotaging a ship while you're still inside it?" the Doctor asked. "How stupid's that?"
"I'd hoped to manufacture a hostage situation with myself as one of the victims. The compensation would have been enormous," Cassandra explained.
"Five billion years and it still comes down to money," the Doctor grumbled.
"Do you think it's cheap, looking like this?" Cassandra asked.
"It's a mistake," June said. There was silence. Cassandra glared at her. "Looking like that, it's a mistake." More silence. "It's an insult."
"Button it, skeleton," Cassandra said, rolling her eyes.
"Hey!" June exclaimed.
"Like I was saying," Cassandra continued, shooting June another nasty look, "flatness costs a fortune. I am the last human, Doctor. Me. Not those freaky little kids of yours."
"Screw you, too," June muttered.
"Arrest her, the infidel!" the Moxx exclaimed. The room erupted in murmurs of agreement.
"Oh, shut it, pixie," Cassandra snapped. "I've still got my final option."
"Earth Death in three minutes."
"And here it comes," Cassandra said. "You're just as useful dead, all of you. I have shares in your rival companies and they'll triple in price as soon as you're dead. My spiders are primed and ready to destroy the safety systems. How did that old Earth song go? Burn, baby, burn."
"Then, you'll burn with us," Jabe said.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Cassandra frowned with a mock apologetic tone. "I know the use of teleportation is strictly forbidden, but I'm such a naughty thing. Spiders, activate."
The sound of multiple small explosions bounced around the room. June jumped and raised her baseball bat, ready to hit anything that came to close to her. She jumped again when she felt a hand on her back. When she spun, she just faced the Doctor. She could see the quiet anger in his eyes. "Calm down," he said, his voice tense. June took a deep breath just as the alarms started to go off throughout the whole of Platform One.
"Forcefields gone with the planet about to explode," Cassandra said. June glared at the piece of skin. "At least it'll be quick. Just like my fifth husband." She snickered. "Oh, shame on me."
"Safety systems failing.".
"Bye, bye, darlings," Cassandra taunted. "Bye, bye, my darlings." And then she and her assistance disappeared.
"Heat levels rising."
June turned to the Doctor. He looked up at the ceiling, seemingly searching for something. "We've got to do something," June said as she stuffed her baseball bat away.
"Reset the computer," the Moxx suggested.
"Only the Steward would know how," Jabe said.
"No. We can do it by hand," the Doctor said. "There must be a system restore switch. June, Jabe, come on." He walked backwards out the door, June and Jabe following him. "You lot," he pointed to the crowd, "just chill." June snickered.
"Heat level rising."
The three of them ran out of the room.
~*O*~
"Earth Death in two minutes. Earth Death in two minutes."
June, the Doctor, and Jabe ran through a maintenance duct. Wires lines the walls and the ceiling was so low that the three of them had to crouch to get through. June clung to the Doctor's hand and tried to stay focused on the task at hand instead of letting the warnings from the computer drill a hole in her brain.
They stepped out into a large room that seemed to be made entirely of metal. Large, spinning fans floated in the center of the room over a thin catwalk. The computer droned, "Heat levels critical."
"Let me guess," June said, glancing over at the Doctor. "The switch is on the other side, right?"
"Unfortunately," he sighed.
"Heat levels rising. Heat levels rising."
The Doctor ran over to a panel on the wall and began to tear it apart. June pulled on her tee shirt, letting a puff of cool air hit her chin. Just standing in the room made her sweat. "What are you doing?" she asked as she watched him work.
"Just watch," the Doctor said. He pulled down a large lever and suddenly, the fans' whirring became slower and slower. The Doctor grinned and left the lever to pass the fans. But the second the lever popped back into place, the fans started to speed up again.
"External temperature five thousand degrees."
"What do we do now?" June asked.
Suddenly, the fans slowed down again. June and the Doctor turned. Jabe stared back at them fiercely, holding down the lever. "You can't," the Doctor said. "The heat's going to vent through this place."
"I know," Jabe said.
"Jabe, you're made of wood," the Doctor said. A chill ran down June's spine.
"Then stop wasting time, Time Lord," Jabe ordered. June gaped at her, wondering how she had figured out.
"Heat levels rising. Heat levels rising." They were already past critical, how much worse could it get?
June shook her head. "Let me," she said. The Doctor and Jabe both stared wide-eyed at her. "I'll do it. He's right, you know," she turned to Jabe, "you're made of wood. You wouldn't be able to survive. I'll just—" she ponded the consequences for a moment, "—have a heat stroke or something."
"Hold on," the Doctor argued. "Don't think I'm going to let you—"
"You don't have a choice," June snapped. She quickly walked over and took the lever from Jabe. She gasped and almost let go the second her flesh made contact with the metal. It was hot to the touch and June could just feel it searing and melting away her skin.
"If I remember correctly, heat stroke can be fatal to humans," Jabe said.
June swallowed thickly. Was she really facing her death? If she was, she couldn't feel it. 'It's going to be fine. It's going to be fine.' "It can be fatal," June said. "Can. Not always. Jabe, you wouldn't make it. I might have chance. I'd have a chance if someone," she shot a look at the Doctor, "would hurry up!"
"Heat levels rising. Heat levels rising."
"June—" The Doctor gaped at her.
"Just go!" June shouted. The air around her kept getting thicker and thicker. "Jabe, get out of here, please."
Jabe placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Thank you," she said. She rushed out of the room before the heat got any worse.
The Doctor still hesitated. "If you want to save me, get over to that switch," June said. "Go." He gave her this look like it felt wrong just leaving her there. June sighed. "I'm a big girl. I can handle a little heat." He narrowed his eyes at her. June pondered what she had said for a moment. She shook her head. "Not like that."
"Not like what?"
"Never mind. Just go!"
So, with obvious reluctancy, the Doctor went on and faced the fans.
June couldn't keep looking at him. Just watching and waiting for him to reach the lever on the other side would drive her absolutely crazy. She looked down at the lever she held in place despite how her hands screamed for her to let go. The room kept growing hotter and hotter, the air clogged around her and the heat seeped into her skin. Time slowed as June just stared at her burning skin, seconds turning into minutes and minutes turning into hours.
Her brain began to throb and pound against her skill as she tried to focus on her breathing. Her body sagged and sweat pooled under her arms and against her back. Her clothes stuck to her skin like tape and her stomach twisted in violent nausea. Things around her began to fade. She stared at the dizzy image of her bright red hands gripping the lever, desperately trying to remember what she was exactly doing. She could just picture the image of her skin melting and becoming one with the lever. She struggled to keep herself together, tears filling her eyes and mind getting fuzzy.
June's legs gave out on her. She slumped and not even a moment later, everything went black. Everything just stopped. Her clothes were simmering and smoking as she lay on the hot metal floor, completely unconscious. And the Doctor still stood in front of the last fan.
~*O*~
June wasn't sure how long had passed when she woke up. All she knew was that she felt cold. Spectacularly cold. She could feel something cold being pressed against her forehead and when she moved her thumbs she rubbed against some cloth wrapped around her hands. Her vision was fuzzy at first but when it did focus, she saw Rose Tyler looking down at her. Rose's face went from worried to relieved and she grinned down at the brunette. She looked over her shoulder and shouted, "Doctor, she's awake!"
June couldn't see the Doctor but was relieved to hear his voice. "Good. Keep her cool."
"What happened?" June asked.
"Oh, you should have seen their little alien faces," the familiarly annoying voice of Cassandra said.
"You had a heat stroke," Rose explained. "And your hands are completely burned. You need to drink water." Rose helped the brunette sit up and handed her a bottle of water.
June happily drank down the water as she watched the Doctor face down Cassandra. "The last human," he grumbled.
"So, you passed my little test," Cassandra quickly and obviously improvised. "Bravo. This makes you eligible to join, er, the Human Club."
"People are hurt," the Doctor snapped, gesturing back at June who glared at Cassandra and took another drink of water. "People have died, Cassandra. You murdered them."
"It depends on your definition of people, and that's enough of a technicality to keep your lawyers dizzy for centuries," Cassandra argued. "Take me to court, then, Doctor—" June frowned at the sound of loud strange groaning coming from somewhere in the room. "—and watch me smile and cry and flutter—"
"And creak?" the Doctor asked. Cassandra's face kept growing redder as the flap of her skin seemed to tense and squeeze. It was absolutely horrible to watch. June gaped at the back of the Doctor's head because he knew that this would happen to her. It was so utterly cruel to watch.
"And what?" Cassandra asked, stunned and staring wide-eyed.
"Creak," the Doctor repeated. "You're creaking." Cassandra's eyes grew very bloodshot, bright red and tense.
"What?" she asked again. The skin around her face tightened and pulled. June scratched her arm subconsciously, as if whatever was happening to Cassandra would spread to her. "Ah! I'm drying out!" she exclaimed. "Oh, sweet heavens. Moisturize me, moisturize me!" She quickly became more desperate. "Where are my surgeons? My lovely boys!" Her voice tensed. "It's too hot!"
"You raised the temperature," the Doctor said blankly. He didn't sound like himself. He sounded cold and isolated, unforgiving. It sent a nasty chill up June's spine.
"Have pity!" Cassandra cried desperately, her voice strained and begging. "Moisturize me!" she yelled. "Oh, oh, Doctor. I'm sorry. I'll do anything."
Guilt hit June's stomach, mixing with the nausea. "Help me up," she whispered to Rose. Rose gave her a concerned look, but June shot her an insistent one. So, she helped the woman off of the floor. June stumbled, her vision dizzy, but she pushed on right towards the Doctor, ignoring how awful she felt. She didn't like Cassandra and what she did make her like her less. But she was begging. Pleading. No one else deserved to die. June grabbed the Doctor's hand and squeezed it to get his attention.
He glanced at her. "You shouldn't be walking," he grumbled and immediately looked away.
"I don't care. You have to stop it. Please, stop it," June begged softly, tugging on his arm. "She's begging and I know what she did was terrible but you can't just let her die."
"You have to help her," Rose added, her voice shaking.
"Everything has its time and everything dies," he replied bluntly. He didn't have a single emotion. It made June uneasy.
Cassandra's skin started to shrink in, her eyes bulged, bloodshot, from their sockets. "I'm too young!" she yelled. And then a hole ripped its way through the middle of her body. Flesh splattered across the observation gallery in a bloody mess. June shrieked at the noise and hid her face in her hands.
The Doctor looked down at her upon hearing her small scream, his eyebrows furrowing in slight concern. June drew her hands away from her face and glanced up at him. She didn't look angry, but she wasn't okay, and she want pleased with him. Her forest-green eyes showed something more like exhaustion and frustration. She stumbled away, looking wearily down at the ground so she wouldn't step on any of Cassandra's flesh.
June slumped in a corner, her stomach twisting violently at the memory of splattering flesh. She closed her eyes and rested her head back against a wall. She hummed Hey Jude to herself. She could feel the weighty presence of someone walking up to her. She wanted to be alone especially after everything, but she opened her eyes anyway. The Doctor stood there with his hand held out to her. "Come on," he said. "Let me get you back to the TARDIS. You have third degree burns on your hands. I need to help you. Come on."
"I'm upset with you," June muttered.
"I know," he said.
"Okay." She let him take her wrists and help her off of the floor. They left the room, leaving a crowd of distressed aliens and with Rose following quickly behind.
~*O*~
June was lucky. She had no internal injuries from her heat stroke. She just had third degree burns across her palms, just like the Doctor had said. It didn't even hurt considering how her nerve endings were completely destroyed. She'd heal after a while.
The Doctor wrapped her hands in bandages. She hadn't had the chance to look at her palms. He said that she wouldn't want to. "Am I gonna be scarred for life?" June asked. The Doctor raised an eyebrow at her. "I mean physically, not emotionally."
The Doctor chuckled a bit, but quickly grew quiet. "Maybe," he said. "I don't have anything in the TARDIS that can fully cure the scarring, but I know there's something somewhere out there that can."
June nodded. The reality hadn't exactly hit her yet. It felt like it was some alternate June's hands that got scarred, not hers. Some alternate June had a heat stroke, not her.
After the bandages were in place, the Doctor stood up. "You can join Rose and I in the console room whenever you're ready." June nodded.
He headed towards the door, but just before he could leave, June stopped him by saying, "I don't like it when you're like that."
He closed the door and frowned at her. "Like what?"
June didn't know exactly how to explain it. "You didn't have to let her die."
The Doctor just glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, preferring to stare at the door. "People died. You were hurt."
"And she was begging," June said. She leaned against the wall. "I know where you're coming from, but she didn't have to die."
The Doctor left the room.
~*O*~
After the TARDIS landed, June joined the Doctor and Rose in the console room. The Doctor was silent, but Rose walked right up to her with a soft smile and concerned look in her eyes. "How are you feeling?" she asked.
"Fine," June said. It felt easier to talk to the blonde. "Just a bit of scarring." She held up one of her hands and wiggled her fingers.
"Come on you two," the Doctor said, gesturing towards the TARDIS doors.
Rose wrapped a careful hand around June's wrist and pulled her along after her, heading towards the door. June usually didn't like it when people held her hand or put their arm around her. She let her friends do it because they were her friends, but never anyone she barely knew. But she felt herself not minding Rose's hand around her wrist. Rose was human. Rose was someone that she could relate to in the whole wide universe of alien beings. She felt almost a little relieved to have the blonde around.
They stepped out of the TARDIS and found themselves in the middle of a busy street in London. People were just passing them like they weren't there. Everyone was busy and going along with their lives. June felt herself smile faintly at the familiar rush around them.
The Doctor eventually joined the two girls, standing with them in the middle of the crowd. "You think it'll last forever, people and cars and concrete," he said, "but it won't. One day it's all gone. Even the sky." They all looked up at the sky. There was a long moment. The only noise was the rush of people. And then the Doctor said, "My planet's gone." And June suddenly tensed. "It's dead. It burned like the Earth. It's just rocks and dust before its time."
~*O*~
The console room was quiet. Both occupants of the time machine were in the room, but neither of them said anything. She had been traveling with him for slightly over a month. They had been through a lot, but nothing quite like their last trip. Things had gotten very bad. He had been so cold. Neither of them wanted to talk about it.
But the question was tugging at June's head. 'Ask him. Ask him. Ask him.' And her stomach lurched because she knew she said that she wasn't going to pry anymore, but what the man had said to the Doctor, it raised so many questions.
"What did he mean when he said you're the last?" she asked.
The Doctor looked up at her from the other side of the console. "It's not—"
"It is important." Her voice came out stern, but calmly so. She met his eyes. "You can't keep everything a secret. It'll hurt too much. You don't deserve to hurt. And you don't seem like you have anyone else to talk to."
And in that moment of the strange relief from intensity and June's attempt to comfort him, the Doctor just seemed to crack. He told her everything. He told her about the Time War. He told her about the Daleks. He told her about how Gallifrey had burned and all the Time Lords had been destroyed long with the Daleks. He told her how he—he never finished saying that. But he looked up and he could see it in her eyes, she had filled in the blanks.
June didn't reply for a long time. She had to mentally process all the information. And the longer she stayed quiet, the more the Doctor began to worry. He couldn't blame her for hating him for what he had done. He didn't want her to because he had actually found someone he trusted and liked and didn't want her to leave.
But then June slid off of the seat and settled on the grated console room floor. She stood in front of him for a moment and then wrapped her arms around him and buried her head into the crook of his neck. She wasn't sure how else to be comforting. And as he hugged her back, he could feel her unease.
"I'm sure I can't be much help," she whispered in his ear. "Because no, I'll never feel the pain you feel. But I don't like seeing the people I care about so upset. So, I'll help in any way I can."
He only hugged her tighter.
~*O*~
June was still upset. But that didn't matter. She held his hand again, squeezing it softly. It was met with a small, appreciative smile from him.
"What happened?" Rose asked.
"There was a war and we lost," the Doctor said.
"A war with who?" she asked. He didn't answer. "What about your people?"
"I'm a Time Lord," he said. "I'm the last of the Time Lords. They're all gone. I'm the only survivor. I was traveling on my own 'cos there was no one else. But now June's here." And he smiled softly at her. "And I have her." She felt herself blush ever so slightly.
"And there's me," Rose said. They all gave small smiles.
"You've seen how dangerous it is," the Doctor said. "Do you want to go home?"
"I don't know," Rose said after a moment. "I want—" and then she stopped and turned her head, "can you smell chips?"
And the Doctor smiled and laughed slightly. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah."
June laughed to herself. "I can't," she said, forcing down a smile. "I can smell French fries though." She couldn't exactly smell anything, but she had to take the opportunity.
Rose laughed. "No, they're chips," she insisted through a smile. "And I want some."
"Me too," the Doctor said, grinning.
"I could go for some fries," June decided, nodding.
"Right then, before you get us back in that box, chips—" Rose cut off when she made eye contact with June, "—or fries, it is, and you can pay."
The Doctor shook his head. "No money," he said.
Rose looked at June. "American money," she said with a smile. "If we stop off in the U.S of A, I'll do the paying then."
"What sort of friends are you two?" Rose asked, shaking her head with a smile. "Come on then," she looked at the Doctor, "tightwad," she looked at June, "American, chips are on me. We've only got five billion years till the shops close."
They laughed went down the street to find some chips.
Okay, that was it for The End of the World!
Do tell me what you think of the flashbacks I've put in this chapter and the last one. I like the both of them, but I want to know what you think.
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~ C.C.