Chapter 03: Doctor Jones.
"Oh great, you're up." A dark skinned woman with long black hair, brown eyes said politely, "You were out for ages, we were starting to get worried."
"Where am I?" Romana asked, puzzled, as she tried to recap what she could remember before she got here, and then adjusting her eyes to the lady above her. "Who are you?"
"Don't worry, you're going to be fine...You're in Torchwood. I thought it would be best to bring you here, you know with the situation and that." The woman said grinning, Romana looked at her name badge, and saw 'Doctor. Martha Jones." Written on it in bold grey letters.
"Torchwood, what's Torchwood?" Romana asked panicking as she looked around at the alien technology placed around the room. "What are you going to do to me." She continued.
"It's all right, I'm a friend. I know what you are, you're safe here." Martha said, attempting to calm Romana down whilst looking around the base to make sure that nobody was watching her.
"What do you mean, you know what I am?" Romana said pulling herself up, so she was now sitting and not lying, she did not like anyone standing above her.
"Your a Timelord, or, what ever you call a female Timelord..." Martha said holding her hand out, "And I'm Doctor Martha Jones."
"What?" Romana replied, completely ignoring Martha's invite to a handshake, "How do you know this? Who are you working for?"
"Well, I work for many people, but I'm not your enemy, and nor am I going to tell anyone about you, not even the Doctor if you don't want me to..."
"You know the Doctor? Are you a also a Timelord?" Romana asked looking at Martha curiously, "I am Romanadvoratrelundar...How do you know the Doctor?"
"No, but I've travelled with the Doctor, travelled through time and space...He'll be so pleased when he finds out there are more survivors, that is, if you let me tell him..."
"Wait, you didn't say, a survivor...You said, survivors! What do you know of the Timewar?" Romana asked impatiently.
"Well, I know...it was a war between the Timelords and the Daleks. And I think there was more Timewars, because you call this the Last Great Timewar. And that almost every Timelord died..." Martha said, taking a seat next to Romana and looking at her sympathetically.
"...Who else..." Romana said pausing, "...Who else survived..."
"Well..." Martha didn't know whether or not it was safe to say, after the incident with the Master, when he, a Timelord, tried to destroy the entire world, but only Martha, her family, and the Doctor knew. "Jenny."
"Jenny Who?"
"The Doctor's daughter..." Martha looked towards the ceiling of the examination room in the Torchwood Three base in Cardiff. "...But she died...And she wasn't really, well real...She was a clone."
"Then she was real." Romana abruptly interrupted, "As long as this girl had independent thought, she is real!"
"Yeah all right, don't bite my head off..." Martha then snarled Romana lightly, and continued, "And then there was Donna, she sort of became a Timelord, she was half human though."
"Half Human? The Doctor used to say that about himself, it was a strange lie, I know."
"Oh, well Jenny passed away...she was shot...And Donna, I don't know what happened to her."
"She must of got her memory wiped." Romana correctly suggested.
"What?"
"It's the simple way to restore a meta crises like that...It's hard to explain really."
"Oh right..." Martha added, trying to sound like she understood, "And finally...The Master."
"And what become of him?" Martha was not expecting Romana to be so calm when she said the name, 'Master'.
"He was killed..."
"Who by?" Romana said puzzled, she was going along with what Martha was saying, but finding it hard to believe, deep down she knew Martha would not lie, but because it had all hit her so quick, she was not sure what to think.
"I'm not going to tell you that, I mean I can't trust you, he deserved to die and it wouldn't be fair if I told you who it was, you found them, and killed them because of what they had done to your little friend."
"The Master is most certainly, not, my little friend. Listen, Martha...I would like to leave now, after all you said I was all right, so if this is true, let me out."
"Fine, outside this room is a door. A door to Cardiff. I, on the other hand, am another door, a door to the Doctor."
"Cardiff, what on Earth am I doing in Cardiff?" Romana shouted, shocked.
"I drove you here...Because I wanted to find out if you really were a Timelord, and yeah you are, so...Are you going to leave, and get back on with your life? Or, are you going to stay here, and be reunited with the Doctor?"
"And how do you plan doing that?"
"I have my ways." Martha said, pulling a phone out of her pocket, "So make your choice."