Welcome to chapter two! It's been a while, hasn't it? Well I do apologize, my laptop was sent to get fixed and when I finally got it back everything was deleted. So i had to rewrite this from memory! Anyhow, I know you don't care for my excuses so lets get to the chapter...
Disclaimer: Do I look like I own Doctor Who? No? Well, I don't so onwards to the story!
With a flash of light I appear in what looks like a hospital basement of some kind. I don't like hospitals; I was once forced to regenerate in one and ever since that day they've given me the creeps. And don't even get me started on basements. Anyway, you may be a bit curious on why I'm here. Two tell you the truth; I've been travelling for a while. I've never liked staying in one point for too long, far too dull to do that.
"This building is under quarantine," an animated voice spoke from the speakers in the roof, pulling me away from my thoughts. Well, I guess it's coming from the roof, although I'm not that sure. "Repeat, this building is under quarantine. No one may leave the premises. Repeat, no one may leave the premises."
"Well that's just great!" I exclaim to myself, throwing my hands in the air. The last thing I wanted was to be stuck in an hospital, let alone a basement. I've watched enough horror movies to know, that everything goes down in the basement.
"This way!" I hear a strangely familiar voice shout. Where have I heard that voice before? Come on brain! This is no time for a mental blank. Suddenly I felt a form crash into, causing me to fall to the ground.
"Oi watch where you're running!" I shout as I stand up, brushing dirt off my jeans. I swear some people are just plan rude. Didn't they're parents ever teach them manors? Well assuming they have parents.
"Hannah? It's me!" The strange man exclaims, placing his hands on my shoulders. He was looking at me fair into the eyes, with a somewhat hopeful expression. "The Doctor…"
"Sorry, I'm not sure who you are…" I trail off, giving him an apologetic look. His expression turns into one that I could describe as disappointment. "But hey, don't take it to heart! I meet a lot of people along my travels."
The Doctor releases my shoulders, I look up at the three strangers; behind them was what looked like an endless sea of zombies. Oh that was just terrific! Looks like I'm in some kind of horror zombie movie. Wait a minute…. They aren't zombies! No they couldn't be, perhaps there just sick people. Oh, that's why the building is under quarantine. There must be a breakout in a deadly disease.
"Come one, we've got to run!" He exclaims, grabbing ahold of my arm pulling me along. I try to loosen his grip in objection, but he just won't let go. And people say I'm stubborn. I glance over my shoulder, noticing that their friend was cut off because of the people.
"Wait! What about him?" I shouted, pointing to the stranger with the strange, but lovely tattoos. The Doctor stops running, turning his body around to see what I was pointing at.
"Leave him! He's just a clone thing. He's only got a half-life, come on!" The female urges us to continue down the hall, The Doctor looks between the two.
"Mistress!" The tattooed man called out, hoping that the woman would come to his aid. However, it seems that the woman doesn't care for him. Now that's just sad.
"I'm sorry, I can't let her escape." The Doctor tells him, pulling me along before I could protest. I glance back to look at the man, but I couldn't see him because of the vast amount of sick people in front of him.
"My Mistress!" I hear him faintly call out. I guess I can add him to the long list of people I've failed to save. Actually the list is getting rather long. We continue running down the hall, The Doctor and I hand in hand. Well, we wouldn't be if he just let go of my hand. We reach the end of the hall, into a room. And finally, my hand is released.
"We're trapped! What am I going to do?" The female exclaimed, with an annoying whiny type voice.
"Can someone enlighten me on what's going on?" I ask, but apparently I'm invisible since no one answers me, or even looks at me. Gee, I feel so loved. Note the sarcasm.
"Well, for starters, you're going to leave that body. That psychograft is banned on every civilized planet. You're compressing Rose to death." He stated simply, in an authority voice. Wait hang on Rose. Where do I know that name from? It's so familiar….
"But I've got nowhere to go. My original skin's dead." She continued to whine. Oh I get it now, she's possessed this girl. Everything makes so much sense now.
"Not my problem. You can float as atoms in the air. Now, get out of her." He commanded his voice raising as he did so.
"You asked for it." The woman snarled. She turned her body so that she's facing mine, blowing some yellowish orangeish energy onto me. Wait—what? Something's in my head, oh my god. She's done it to me! She's in my head!