A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed, yay I'm glad to know me and my sister aren't the only New Yorkers out there who watch Doctor Who! I know this chapter is really short, but I want you guys to be in suspense…I'm evil like that!
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Clive had woken up to hear his daughter screaming, running into the room he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the Doctor standing there.
"Doctor? What are you doing here?" He asked, the Doctor had a smile on his face.
"Just thought I'd drop by, but Martha doesn't seem to remember me…" He trailed off to look at his old companion.
"Dad, do you know this man?" Martha asked standing in the corner trembling slightly.
"It's ok, he's an old friend of ours." Clive said as Martha looked at the Doctor.
"You say you're the Doctor…Doctor Who?" She asked, the Doctor quickly looked at Clive.
"Long story short, she got into an accident last year and lost her memory." He said
"So sorry to hear that." He said sympathetically, Martha looked on completely confused.
"H...how did you get in here…like that….what is that thing?" Martha asked stuttering madly.
The Doctor looked over at Clive, unsure if this was the right time to re-explain this whole thing. He re-called 13 years ago when they had first met, the first time she had stepped into the Tardis. He couldn't help but let a small smile come to his face, he had missed her so much. He wondered to himself why he hadn't visited her until now, it felt like he lost her and in some ways he had.
"So are you going to explain this to me?" She asked feeling a bit more confident now that her dad was in the room, and it seemed like he knew him.
"Still the same old Martha." The Doctor said with a grin.