I think it's about time for another disclaimer: I OWN ONLY ELIZA. Sam is actually a name I picked off a list of passengers. All the information about Sam is true, as far as I found on the records of Titanic passengers. You could probably Google him.

The door to the storeroom was still locked when we got there. We'd decided to hide the gun in my skirts after using it, and if anyone asked about the sound, we'd claim we didn't hear anything.

It only took one shot to weaken the bolt, but it took us a few yanks to get the door open which resulted in another gunshot-like sound from the remnants of the lock snapping. Sam handed me the gun and leaned against the wall.

"What was so important anyway?" he asked, peeking into the storeroom. "What the—"

I gave a questioning look to the Doctor. He replied with a look that said, "It's your mess. You clean it up."

I thought for a minute before stepping past Sam into the storeroom and motioned for the Doctor to follow. Sam almost followed too, but I asked him to stay and make sure no one came through.

"Oh, and Sam," I said before the Doctor opened the TARDIS door. "What's your full name?"

He gave me a confused look, but answered anyway. "Samuel Dennis. Why?"

"Just wondering. Thanks, by the way."

He smiled warily and turned back to the hallway.

We went into the TARDIS quickly and I put the gun down in a seat as I asked the Doctor to do a quick check on Sam.

"Twenty-two," he started; "Farmer; originally from Cornwall—"

"Skip to the Titanic bits," I said. "Did he survive?"

The Doctor glanced past the screen at me, stone-faced. "Sank with the ship. Body never recovered, or if recovered, never identified."

I frowned at the floor in thought, feeling a nervous twinge in the pit of my stomach. "Would we be able to save him?" I asked.

"Maybe," he replied. "But there's no telling what it would do to him. He couldn't use his real name. And he probably wouldn't be able to cope with the tragedy."

"And what time does the ship strike iceberg? I know it's around two that it sinks completely." I came up behind the Doctor to see the screen.

"Eleven-forty," he replied. "We have about an hour."

"What about whoever tried to trap us here? Who do you think that was?"

The Doctor glared at the screen on the console. "Two ideas. The Master. Or the Silence in league with the Master without his knowing. Which would make this his second ride on the Titanic."

"So either way, the bearded blackguard is involved?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Either that," he replied, "or there's another Time Lord out there with a grudge against me." He paused. "What sort of word is 'blackguard'? Who says 'blackguard'?"

"I do," I said. He scoffed. "I wanted to use alliteration, okay? Is that a crime?"

"On my TARDIS, it should be," he grumbled. "And he doesn't even have a beard anymore. At this point he's probably already a she."

"Wait, what—"

"What are—Oh, God!" Sam had grown impatient with us and decided to see what was going on inside the blue box. This wasn't a good thing. At all.

"Sam, it's okay," I said, making my way quickly to him and taking him by the arm. I walked him over to a chair. "I know it's a lot to take in. Sit down and take a deep breath."

"It's… It's…" He couldn't seem to get the words out.

"Bigger on the inside, I know," I said quietly. "Take a minute."

After a long silence, he asked, "Magic or science?"

The Doctor grinned, probably never having been asked that before. "Would you believe… a little of both?"

Sam gazed wide-eyed around the control room. "I'd believe anything after this."

"Well, this," the Doctor said, patting the console, "is my time-and-space machine. It got locked in this storage closet by an old enemy of mine, and we mean to find him." He hesitated. "Or her."

"Don't you have a… a device that could find him for you?" Sam asked, starting to look near normal.

The Doctor made an "I wish" face. "Sadly, no," he replied. "But have you noticed anyone acting strangely? Likely one of the crewmembers. Probably not the captain—he's conspicuous, but not that conspicuous. Maybe one of the officers that patrols the ship."

"I don't know," Sam replied. "There are a few places third-class passengers aren't allowed to go."

The Doctor continued. "We also might be looking for a woman. She'd act with authority, but she'd also seem a little… off."

I thought about it myself for a bit. I hadn't really had the chance to meet a lot of people, and I honestly hadn't seen any pre-Eccleston episodes with the Master in them. We thought for what felt like an eternity in silence before I thought of someone in particular.

"Someone on the bridge…" I muttered. "Doctor, there was someone on the bridge. He was adamant that no one enter the bridge. Other people sort of looked at him funny. Do you remember?"

The Doctor bolted for the door, shouting, "THAT'S HIM!"

Sam and I followed, not sure what to do.