Tristan opened her eyes.

She was lying on the ground and her hands and legs were bound together with ropes in messy knots. Whoever did this either did a poor job, or an excellent job because the ropes didn't have just one knot, they had several knots tied one after the other. There was no way of getting out without cutting them apart with something sharp. She rotated her eyes to her left and sharp pain shot right across her skull. It felt like she had either fallen on her head or it had been hit but whatever it was, it wasn't pleasant. She quickly closed her eyes and let her head fall, feeling her blood rushing forward and her neck and shoulders relaxing. After two breaths in and two breaths out, she opened her eyes again and slowly moved her head to the left. She saw a small fire on a stack of thin twigs and piles of rope, logs, small twigs, cloth, and meat surrounded the fire, not closely, but close enough to show that they belonged to the owner of the flame. Then she heard someone coming and flicked her head to the right, preparing for the worst.

Her panic subsided when she saw dirty Converse and a pin striped suit.

"Doctor," She sighed in relief, "I can't stress how glad I am to see you."

"Well I wasn't going to just leave you here." The Doctor smirked and pulled out his sonic screwdriver, pointing it at the ropes that were around his companion.

"What are you doing?" She closed her eyes, "Untie me!"

"I am," He said casually, "Setting 4 unties ropes."

"Thank you," She sighed, "What am I doing tied up anyway? You seem to be perfectly fine."

"The giants are in here," He let her free, "They took you, and I ran and found the TARDIS."

It all came back then.

She and the Doctor had walked back to the cave in silence, a bit sad and disgusted as the mistreatment of the giants. The tension was thick and every time she glanced over at the Doctor from the corner of her eye, he'd have a stone cold look on his face and his eyes looked forward, not blinking, and his exhaled breathes quivered. Once they got back in the cave he used the sonic for light, and that light revealed a very large, dirty foot that was about the length of a surfboard. She remembered letting out a tiny squeal and flashing a panicked expression at her only hope.

"Oh, hello." The Doctor smiled up at the huge creature, the light of the sonic never burning out, "Um, I'm the Doctor and this is—"

But before he could finish, she remembered being lifted off the ground, screaming as if she didn't care if she screamed until her esophagus started pushing itself out of her mouth. She remembered the Doctor stuttering and trying to negotiate with the giant, asking it to let her go. As the giant was waving its arm, she started feeling a bit dizzy and at one point when he swung his arm, she was lifted into the air and could see the TARDIS shining a couple of feet behind them. She knew the Doctor had seen it as well when he changed the sonic's settings at lightning speed and pointed it at the foot of the giant. It might have been big, but its reflexes were pretty fast, and it cried out, dropped Tristan, and used both of its hands to grasp its foot. That's when everything went black.

She raised her right hand slowly and gently touched the bump that was growing on her head and flinched.

"Um, what happened after I was dropped?" She asked.

"It looked angry and immediately took a hold of you right after and ran off," He replied, "So I ran for the TARDIS to get my psychic paper and when I was about to walk out, I heard a group of them and decided to wait it out."

"So you just left me?!" She shrieked but instantly regretted it as it sent a shooting pain across her eyes.

"Your head hurts doesn't it?" He grasped her elbow and helped her up, "Come on, let's go back to the TARDIS, you need to take a break."

"Yeah…yeah," She looked around and spotted something carved into the wall, "Wait, Doctor, what's that?"

They both walked up to the wall behind the piles of rope, logs, twigs, and pieces of cloth, there were big, messy letters that read "MRS. RIPLEY IS FRIEND."

"Giants speak English?" She asked as she touched the giant letters, "Or have you slipped a Babel fish in my ear?"

"Just call me Ford Prefect because," He grinned, "the TARDIS, translates everything alien into English, just for you."

"Oh, right." She turned away, saying it to herself as if it was a reminder.

"Ouch!" Tristan groaned as the Doctor pressed his finger into the bump on her head, "You don't have to press it so hard!"

"Sorry," He walked around to stand in front of her, "I just wanted to see how bad it was. Are you sure you're going to be okay?"

"Yeah." She replied faintly, distracted by objects in the TARDIS medical room.

"Right," He cleared his throat, "Here's the plan. We go back to the gates and get inside that building."

"And then?"

"Then what? That's all I've come up with."

Tristan chuckled and closed her eyes for what seemed like the millionth time that day. Her expression was uncommon when it came to the Doctor not having a plan the first time meeting him, but that was only because she was expecting it. When he walked out of the room, she left as well, but she didn't follow. She kept opening doors and looking at what was behind them. After stopping at a couple of rooms, she found the one that she was certain belonged to the Doctor.

The lights inside were glowing just like the rest of the lights in the ship. There was no wardrobe, but a desk covered books and papers, a bed with two side tables and lamps, and a single lounge chair. She grinned as she slowly walked towards the messy table. All the books had hard covers with no titles on the front, and the papers had, what looked like to her, circle like figures drawn all over them in black ink that were smudged from time to time, like tears had fallen and were never wiped off. She didn't touch a thing and wandered to the bed. The covers were wrinkly, the pillows weren't horizontal, and the blanket was crumpled in the center. It looked like someone had slept in it a very long time ago and never returned. She turned to the bedside table and she saw and picked up a picture frame with, of course, a photo inserted inside. It was of the Doctor and he was smiling, the corners of his mouth looked as if they were reaching for his earlobes and beside him there was a young girl with medium length blonde hair with the same happy expression on her face.

Tristan put the picture down, her grin turned into a full fledged smile, and she walked out of the room, gently closing the door on her way out like a mother would after secretly watching her baby fall asleep in the middle of the night.

"What are you so happy about?" The Doctor asked as Tristan walked back to the control room, the smile still on her face, "You were just pummeled by a giant."

She ignored his comment and leaned on the console.

"Well," He cleared his throat, obviously confused, "I've found out where we are. If you would like to know." He saw her snap back to reality and nod, "We're on a planet in the Terasen System. Very far away from home."

"It's a system like…the Solar System?" Tristan sat on the grates and leaned on a railing, "Planets revolving around a sun? This must be like the Earth, since there are life forms on it: the giants and whoever's controlling them."

"Ah, now, that's not always the case," The Doctor corrected her, "There are tons of planets in the universe that have life that are absolutely not like Earth in any way. Well, maybe just a bit. Well, actually no I take that back."

"Oh, sorry," She laughed, "I forgot who I was sitting beside."

Their conversation slowly faded and they were left sitting in a comfortable silence. The Doctor scanned Tristan from the corner of his eye for minutes at a time and he knew she was asking the same questions and thinking the same thoughts as he was. They heard rumbling and rustling, the ground was vibrating again, and all at once it became silent for a few seconds until the ground vibrated again accompanied by the sounds of snoring.

All the giants were asleep. It was time for them to go.