A/N : Okay, I admit, I couldn't leave myself on a cliffhanger. And I know what's going to happen! Anyway, enjoy, review.

Disclaimer : I don't own Doctor Who, and if I did, I would probably own it with Sarah-J and Claire. Both Claires, just to confuse you.

"Doctor? Doctor!" Selinia started shouting, thinking this was his idea of a joke. She ran up to the ice cream van, two 99s on the side.

"Excuse me, but do you remember my friend? Tall, messy hair, talks at 300mph?" Selinia was quite scared because she was on home soil, but also because she usally saw him get taken away, or run off. The I-hate-my-job guy shook his head.

"Nah, love. I turn'd roun' ''n 'e was off, like." Getting through his thick accent, she ran off to the TARDIS. Banging open the door, she called out again.

"Doctor? Doctor! Come on. Stop playing games." Getting inspiration, she started tapping away on the TARDIS keyboard.

At first, all the Doctor was aware of was a extra painful throbbing in his head, and how heavy the rest of his body felt. For a moment, he considered going back to sleep, but the image of Selinia crossed his mind. He sat up, a bit to quickly, and took in his surroundings. It looked like he was in the basment of some sort of large building.Mops, buckets and brooms all cluttered the damp, grey walls. A door stood at the top of a rickety staircase, offering escape. He tried it, but it was locked. Searching his pockets, he discovered he'd left his sonic screwdriver in his coat, which was on the TARDIS.

"Ah."

A few frantic moments later, and Selinia got a general signal. It was impossible to narrow it down due to all the alien activity and cover of the buliding.

"The Millenium Center? But that means . . ."

Grabbing her backpack and the Doctor's coat, she closed the door with a snap. The ice cream man attempted to shout at her as she made her way across the quay, but she just looked straight ahead, fully concentrating on her goal. Once inside, she opened her bag, and took out a few things. A traceable locket, a birthday present with a direct link to the TARDIS and a perception filter installed. A "camera" that gave the location of the holder, but using atom detecters, could find any hidden room, anywhere. A stupefy gun, disguised as the latest mobile, guarenteed to stun someone for an hour, with a tempory perception filter to prevent detection. She slung the bag back on her bag, and prepared for the hell that came whenever something went wrong.

Using her "camera", she managed to trace a signal down to the basment. It had been quite uneventful up until she tried to gain access to the staff-only area. Luckily, the cleaner who stopped her, wasn't very bright, and believed she was a surprise health inspector, without even wanting to see id. The corridors got lower, until the wallpaper and carpet stopped, and damp and mould took their place. A couple of unused storerooms passed with nothing in. She was about to try another, when voice came from round the corner.

"Yeah, I finished it. What the hell else do you want me to do? Say what? And why would I want to do that? What? No, I meant I'll get right on it!" A young boy only in his twenties, with greasy black hair rounded the corner, talking loudly into a phone. Selinia pulled out a small grey disc and held it tightly in her hand. He walked past her, and she noticed his phone was off. As he carried on down the corridor, Selinia opened the door. Nothing. She tried the next few door, still only finding empty storerooms. She came to a locked one. Digging in the Doctor's coat pockets, she fished out his Sonic Screwdriver. The lock clicked, and the door swing open.

"Ahrgh. With the light!! Be a bit gentler on the eyes would you? Who is it anyway?" The 300mph ramblings of the Doctor reassured Selinia that he wasn't hurt, and if he was, it clearly wasn't that bad.

"You forgot your ice cream."

"Selinia? Wha . . .Where . . How . . ?"

"Quit your ramblings, and get you 900 year old ass up here now!!"

Just to end on that lovley note. Goodnight, my fellow ODWDers.