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The Doctor opened the door of the TARDIS and had stepped out, walking away and out of sight. I didn't follow him out, having been explicitly told to stay off of my feet for the next hour as the dermal repair cream worked its magic on my feet. But that was only an excuse, I was, well, afraid to join him outside. The TARDIS had changed positions, the outside I remember was not the same outside as where the TARDIS was located right now. I was a little freaked out by the idea to be honest.

He promised I would get first dibs on the next adventure as soon as he went and got Donna. I had thought about it for maybe half a second before I told him, "Dinosaurs."

"What?" He asked, startled by my practically instantaneous answer.

"Dinosaurs," I repeated, stressing out the word.

"…What?" He repeated eventually after a long pause, probably unable to think of a suitable reply.

"I want to see dinosaurs," I told him.

"Right then," he sniffed, rubbing his chin thoughtfully before grinning toothily. "Unexpected, but a brilliant idea. Haven't seen any in ages."

Then he piloted the TARDIS so it was across the street from Donna's house and went out to go get her. He was gone for, maybe, a few minutes before he returned with Donna in tow. "-my luck that no one's even home! My guess was that Gramps is out with his mates and Mum is out with Veena again. Doesn't matter though, had some nice beans on toast-Don't you give me that look, Space-man! I'm entitled to eat unhealthy comfort food once in a while."

"Never said you weren't," came his dry reply. "Knew someone who ate chips all the time, grew to like them myself."

"You should eat more then," Donna retorted. "You're too skinny. Put a sheet of paper to shame, you would."

"Would not!" The Doctor sputtered as the entered the TARDIS

"Completely transparent, like glass."

"I am not that skinny."

"Are too!" Donna turned to me, suddenly bringing me into the conversation. "Tell 'im, Penny!"

I quailed under the weight of their stare, just managing to squeak out. "Th-The Doctor's f-fine." He grinned triumphantly. "But-but maybe a-another p-pound wouldn't g-go amiss?" He deflated while Donna smirked.

"Told you, Space-man."

"Penelope," the Doctor whined. "I thought you were on my side."

"I-I'm sorry?" I offered.

"Don't be," Donna told me. "He's just being a baby."

"Am not!" Came the petulant rebuff.

"See, what did I tell you?"

"Oh, that is just unfair," the Doctor grumbled. "The two of you, ganging up on me." He started on the dematerialization sequence while Donna looked on with interest.

"Can you teach me how to do that?" She asked suddenly and he looked at her in surprise.

"I thought you hated technical stuff and anything to do with technology," the Doctor mock-accused her.

"Oh, I do, but I still use it, just don't like to deal with the know-how and jargon you spout off constantly. Couldn't understand all of that to save my life. Show me how and I'll do it just fine. Bet any bloke with half a brain could pilot the TARDIS with you as a teacher."

He looked at her with a baffled expression. "Somehow you gave both an insult and a compliment at the same time. Alright, fine. If you can learn how to fly a TARDIS, anybody can."

"Oh, thanks, Space-man," Donna sneered.

"Oi, if you can dish it, you can take it!"

And on the two of them went. The Doctor pointed out the main controls and their names, he tested her a few times until she had the names down pat. Then he spent a good chunk of time showing her the sequence of controls used to dematerialize. Again, he tested her, and once he was reasonably sure that Donna had a general idea of what she was doing, he had her try it herself.

With a few hesitant flicks of switches and presses of buttons, the metallic wheezing sound of the TARDIS that faintly reminded me of a train and a factory machine could be heard. "It's working, it's really working! I-I can't believe it," Donna stammered, thrilled.

"Me neither," the Doctor said, looking wary as if he was expecting something to blow up any second. I was vaguely reminded of my grandma the first time I took her out for a practice drive after I had gotten my permit. He hovered like she did too, exclaiming, "Careful, careful!" He hurriedly reached around Donna, flicking a switch and taking a mallet out from nowhere, using it on the console. He backed away slinging the mallet over his shoulder, bracing as he read the symbols on the monitor. He urged Donna, "Left hand, use your left hand!"

Donna hesitantly started pulling down on the lever, looking uncertain. The TARDIS gave a violent shudder and the Doctor pulled, her right hand away from the console, stumbling backwards before regaining his balance. "Eugh…bit too close to the 80s for my comfort."

"What, afraid we're going to put a dent in them like I did with Nerys's car?"

"Well someone did! I mean, really, shoulder pads? Besides which, they had some rubbish music and…" The Doctor trailed off as a cellphone started ringing. Both of them were at a loss as it continued to ring.

"Hold on, is that…is that a phone?" Donna asked the Doctor, flabbergasted as he made his way around the console and picked it up, looking at it as if it might bite him. "A mobile? Since when do you have a mobile? Since when do people give you a ring or you hand out phone numbers to everyone now?"

"Since never, 's not mine," he muttered, looking at it warily a bit longer before slowly sinking onto the jump seat next to me, answering the phone. "Hello?"

There was a pause.

"When and where?"

Another pause, this one longer.

"Right, be there in a mo." The Doctor snapped the phone shut and stood up. "Right then! I'll be taking over the controls, Donna, looks like we've been summoned." The Doctor sent me a regretful look. "Maybe next time then, Penelope?"

I nodded, knowing that a chance of seeing the ancient creatures that long resided either underground or in museums would be a long time coming. I carefully unwrapped my feet, examining them. The cream had been completely absorbed into the soles of my feet, and the wounds and blisters had been healed. I bent over, reaching under the jump seat to put on my socks and stuff on a good pair of running shoes, both of which the Doctor had stashed there for me.

By the time I finished lacing up the last shoe, the Doctor had landed. I was wondering what to do with the gauze when he pulled me onto my feet, telling me, "Worry about that later. For now, just set it there." He then made his way over to the door and exited. I had followed him part way before hesitantly stopping, uneasy.

I knew what awaited us out there, and it wasn't just Martha.

I jumped slightly when a hand landed on my shoulder and I looked up to see Donna with a look of understanding on her face. "Oh, Sweetheart, I know how you feel. My first time was like that too, but let me tell you-" Here she grinned. "-going out there is going to be the best experience ever, a new place and new adventure, no matter where and no matter when. Why don't we go out together, yeah?"

I nodded and shyly took her proffered hand. "Yeah…"

We made our way out together where we heard voices.

"…recovering."

"And yourself?"

There was a pause and as I peeked out from behind Donna who had frozen, I could see that Martha had noticed us, her face unreadable. "Right," she said. "So, I guess this is your family. Didn't take you long to replace me, then?"

"Wh-What?" Both Donna and the Doctor sputtered. "No, not married."

"Not now, not ever," Donna dismissed further.

"Martha, this is Donna Noble and Penelope Carter," the Doctor introduced us, making sure to emphasize our last names. "Now please, please don't start a fight. I didn't like it last time something like this happened and I won't-"

Donna cut the Doctor off with a scoff, "Oh, you wish, Space-man." She went up to Martha and they shook hands. "Nice to meet you, I'm Donna. I've heard so much about you."

"Only good things, I expect?" Martha joked.

"Oh no, nothing bad, promise. Just…good things."

"In other words, he told you everything, right," Martha muttered, brushing her hair away from her face.

"Oh, but didn't take long to move on! Who's the lucky man?" Donna squealed.

"Wait, what?" The Doctor asked surprised. "Lucky, what?"

"She's engaged, you prat," Donna informed him, rolling her eyes.

"His name's Tom Milligan, works in pediatrics. Currently he's in Africa, working with the kids there, and, yes…" Martha sighed. "I know, I know, I'm engaged with a doctor who runs off to distant places."

"Is he, is he skinny?" Donna asked, biting back laughter as the Doctor groaned.

"Oh, come on!" He whined. "I don't ever get a break with you!"

"Oh, no, he's sort of…strong."

"Good, because he is too skinny for words!" Donna gesture at the Doctor with emphasis. "What, I mean, you give him a hug, he snaps in half!"

"You give him a hug, he shatters."

"Give him a hug, you end up hugging yourself."

"Give him a hug-"

"Quit it! C'mon, stop tag teaming me! 'S not fair, you two!" Donna and Martha struggled to look properly chastised through their giggles, fighting to keep a straight face as the Doctor looked at the two of them in exasperation.

"…G-Give him a hug…" I murmured slowly, not actually having a punchline.

"Oh, forget it!" The Doctor threw up his hands in the air. "I give up. Alright, fine, give me a hug and you get a face full of pole."

"What?" Donna asked, biting her lip to stifle any further laughter.

"Pole! You know, like a bean pole."

"That is weak, Doctor, weak!" Martha exclaimed and both of the women burst out laughing. I started laughing too, despite my best efforts.

The Doctor groaned, "Oh, I'd rather you were fighting."

Sounds of a walkie-talkie, radio chatter could be heard and Martha moved to get something that was clipped to her side. "Speaking of which…" She muttered, pulling out a hand-held radio. In an authoritative voice, she stated clearly, "This is Dr. Jones, operation 'Blue Sky' is go, go, go. I repeat, 'Blue Sky' is a go." She turned around and started to stride out of the alley. I gripped Donna's hand as she and the Doctor followed her out.

I watched in amazement as soldiers and trucks and helicopter came into view, having never seen anything like this in my life before, not in the small town of Underwood. "Cool," I murmured under my breath, looking around with wide eyes. Officials started barking out orders, demanding that a barrier be raised immediately and something be done with the safeties on the guns. A person's voice started listing orders and instructions through the loud speaker, but I couldn't understand it over the rumble of the rather large semi-truck and the smaller-but still loud-rumbles of SUVs.

I stumbled along behind Donna, her grip on my hand the only reason why I was moving and not standing in the middle of the street as I gawked at the scene happening around me. Donna came to a stop and I bumped into her. She didn't say anything to me though, she only turned to the Doctor, murmuring lowly, "So is that what you do? Turn people into soldiers?"

The Doctor didn't answer, only continued to look around at the organized chaos uneasily. The conversation stopped there, but I had a sinking feeling that it wasn't over, that it was, in fact, far from over. Martha eventually rejoined us and the Doctor gestured at her name tag. "You're a proper doctor, now. Officially got the title, I see," he remarked, possibly trying to point out to Donna that it wasn't as bad as she was making it seem, wanting to prove her wrong.

"I've had it for a long time coming, given my experience in the field. UNIT felt it fit to quicken the process," Martha informed him as she started to walk away again, the Doctor falling into step with her and with Donna and me quick on their heels. "We're making this a temporary field base." She sent the Doctor a grin. "They're tripping over themselves to see you."

"Can't quite say the same," the Doctor muttered.

To my confusion, we were heading to the giant semi-truck and stepped inside. It was to my immense surprise that inside the truck was an office. One that I used to think was in one of the buildings by the factory. I looked around in awe, wondering what these people would do if they ever got in a car accident. Maybe the desks and stuff were nailed to the floor?

Martha walked up to an older looking officer and saluted him. He looked vague familiar and I wondered why until Martha said his name. "Colonel Mace, 'Blue Sky' is a success. Thank you for letting me lead it. This is my good friend the Doctor. Doctor, this is Colonel Mace."

The man's eyes practically bugged out and he hurriedly saluted the Doctor with a strangled, "Sir!"

"Oh, don't salute," he muttered, irritated, eyes scanning the room.

"But…but it's an honour, sir." I could almost hear the extra 'U' that was added in the word, he spoke it so sincerely. "I've read your files. You're still listen on staff, you've never resigned! In all technicalities, you're my superior."

"I'm nobody's 'superior,'" the Doctor dismissed. "And stop calling me 'sir,' it makes me feel my age."

"You used to have a job?" Donna asked in surprise. "You, the wandering nomad who can't sit still long enough to play a proper board game?"

"No one has time for Monopoly," the Doctor protested. "It takes too long, too tedious. I'll have you know that I've had jobs before, maybe they've only been for a short amount of time-and when I say short, I mean really, really short-but I have held them before…This just happens to be one I haven't quit yet. Put too much stock into it, I mean, I was a part of it when it was more of a private organization for the…70s, I believe? Really small and humble back then."

"However, time have changed, Sir. We had to adapt," Colonel Mace informed him.

The Doctor let out a frustrated sigh, "What did I tell you about the 'sir' business? Quit it."

"Oh, come on now, Doctor," Martha exclaimed, turning away to move around the counter with us leisurely following close behind. "You've seen it, you were on the Valiant too! We've got massive funding to be the Earth's defense from the United Nations. We're the over protective big brother of Homeland Security, Homeworld Security."

"We've upgraded the organization to keep up with the modern world," Colonel Mace drawled.

The Doctor winced. "Don't use the word 'upgrade,' brings too many bad memories of robots and…" He paused. "Never mind."

Donna rolled her eyes before saying, "So, I guess this means you think that you get the right to go around arresting a whole factory in broad daylight, then? I'm distinctly reminded of Guantanamo Bay, here. Donna Noble and Penny Carter, at your service." She leaned forward a bit adding a sassy, "'Cause you didn't ask." Straightening, she turned to me remarking, "Rude! We'll have that salute, yeah?"

The Colonel looked at the both of us, baffled. I adverted my eyes, trying to sink into the background, hoping to become as noticeable as a potted plant or boring wallpaper. He turned to the Doctor who gave him a look, and then turned to us, visibly straightening and snapping a crisp salute. "Ma'am, miss."

"Thanks," Donna said breathily, turning forward. I had a feeling that she'd never been saluted before and was savoring the experience. Personally, I was hoping to crawl into a hole and hide for the next couple of days. For a want of having something better to do, I blankly looked forward at the TV screens in front of us, my mind wandering. Not that what was occurring around me wasn't serious or interesting, but, well, truth was my mind was focused on more pressing matters.

Like the potato-men who were going to covert the Earth into a clone planet with a poisonous gas that turned people into potato-people.

I bit my lip and worried it for a bit, a pensive expression on my face. I was really no good with fighting. If worse came to worst, I could maybe punch a potato-man, but he'd probably vaporize me first. I was effectively useless.

I continued to fret about the whole issue as Donna led me into the factory along with everyone else. I looked around, wondering if we were being watched right now by Mr. Potato Head's extended family. I shuddered at the idea, looking down at the floor, trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible. 'C'mon, channel your inner-wallflower, Penny,' I mentally urged myself. 'You're just another hairless, pink weasel, no one special. Nothing to see here, folks.'

I looked down at the factory below as the people were put into neat little lines by the UNIT soldiers. Those people…they were clones, weren't they? They were clones made by the potato-men, soldier-puppets that did only what they were supposed to, to the letter and nothing more. They were the biggest clue that something was afoot here, I needed to prove that there was something wrong with the workers, but how?

I was tugged along deeper into the bowels of the factory and I looked around uneasily. I wanted to leave this place, before I got stuffed into a tank with green liquid or suffocated from the clone feed. Donna let go of my hand and I stayed by the entrance to the room, watching as the clone people were led away. They looked human, but they were so quiet, not one of them was protesting or whispering or crying or yelling or…anything. They didn't even shuffle in place.

'Unnatural,' I thought to myself with a shiver. 'How can no one else see or, if they do, how can they not say anything?' Martha moved past me with a guard and with a flash, I saw her being knocked unconscious, the trial of the Martha-clone, the sadness and pity I felt when watching that episode. Instinctively, I reached out and grabbed the back of her jacket.

She stopped walking and turned around to face me. "I'm sorry, Penny, was it?" I nodded nervously, my eyes not leaving the clone-people outside of the room. "Hey," she said, voice softening, bending down slightly. "Hey, it's alright. What are you scared of?"

I looked at her then and whispered quietly, "The people here, they're not right."

She frowned, glancing at the clone-people before looking at me. "How d'you mean?"

"Wa-Watch them," I urged. "Listen t-to them. They d-don't do anything, d-don't say anything, only wh-what their t-told."

Her face became a cautious mask, "They surrendered, they're being cooperative."

"Not right," I repeated. "They're not right, M-Martha. They're….They're like robots." I moved to say more but the soldier next to Martha cut me off.

"Then it is good that Dr. Jones is giving them a check-up," he said flatly. "She can see for herself that they are completely human." I bit my lip and fell silent, looking pleadingly at Martha. She looked more alert and wary, that was probably the best I could hope for.

She put a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry, I'm sure it's nothing." She didn't sound convinced by her own words but the fact she made the gesture was touching.

I offered her a small smile, warning her, "Be-Be careful." Martha nodded solemnly as she left the room with the soldier. I wondered if he was a clone too. It had been a while since I had watched the episode, a few of the details were blurry. I cautiously poked my head through the see-through plastic blinds, wondering if I would fare better at finding any clues. I watched as Martha and the soldier disappeared around the corridor. I might be useless, but Martha most certainly wasn't.

A hand fell on my shoulder and I yelped, whirling around. Donna was looking at me with a worried expression on her face. "What's the matter, Sweetheart? You're a bit jumpy."

I bit my lip and picked at my hands. "I think, I think there's something wr-wrong with the p-people, they're not right."

She frowned. "Like how?"

"They're like robots. They only d-do what their t-told, nothing else, unnatural," I mumbled.

"So you think it's not the factory, it's the people?" She asked me, surprised.

"Sort of."

Donna smiled. "Funny how the two of us think alike. I was going to go check the file rooms on a hunch. Want to join me?" Shyly, I took her hand and let her lead me through the factory.

Maybe I wouldn't be so useless after all.

On TV, Donna made it seem so easy finding the proper binder, bragged about it even, but in real life, it was much, much harder. She didn't know what exactly she was looking for and I had no idea where to look in the first place. The files weren't sorted in any semblance of order, at least, not one that I knew of. Donna seemed to understand it but she was looking for anything that might've been of use, not looking for things about the workers particularly.

"D-Donna?" I asked.

"Yeah?" She responded distractedly.

"Wh-Where would I find rec-records and-and stuff?"

A frown developed on her face. "Well, you've got to be specific. Which type of records?"

"Um, any-anything on the w-workers. Like…like things about, um, of-offenses, things about the workers, or-or something."

"Well, 'offenses' would be in private records with each individual worker. They would be stored in the same place as the main file of each worker. I think that the interesting stuff might be in these cabinets next to the secretarial desk. Why don't you check in those over there?" Donna gestured to the cabinets behind her as she continued to dig. I realized then, that if I waited a bit longer, Donna would find the files by herself like it was supposed to happen. But those private records…

I had a feeling that they would have more conclusive evidence than just the sick day binder.

I wandered away from Donna, who noticed but didn't say anything. I went to the door that said 'file room' on the glass and went inside. There were file cabinets upon file cabinets, hundreds of them at least to contain all the files of the workers at the Atmos factory. I opened up the nearest one to me with an ease that gave me no small amount of disquiet. These records were supposed to be private, yeah? Then why wasn't this room locked more securely?

Quickly, feeling a sense of urgency in the task, I took out the first few files and leafed through them, a frown starting to develop over what I read. I set the files on top of the cabinet I opened and ran to another cabinet, opening it, and randomly checking some of the files contained within it. "N-No, this can't be right," I murmured to myself before running farther down the row of cabinets. I cracked opened another one, then another one, and yet another one. In all the files I read, each and every one of them had the same thing.

If this wasn't proof that something was fishy, I didn't know what would.

I carefully shut the cabinet and grabbed the files off the top before doing the same to the rest of the files and cabinets that I disturbed. Balancing the thirty-one files in my arms, I exited the file room and managed to shut the door behind me. Donna had moved on to the next section of cabinets and she was onto the cabinet that she gestured to me earlier. I patiently waited as she went through before she let out a triumphant cry.

"You were right, Penny. This isn't right at all, they have no sick days what-so-ever, the binder's completely empty! And, I'll bet, that the vacation binder is the same."

"You betcha," I told her.

"Aha!" She yanked out another, smaller binder that was just as empty as the first. "Well, that doesn't look right, now does it?" I shook my head as she turned to me. "Now then, what did you find in the personal files that you were so interested about earlier?"

I gave them to her and she flipped through, her eyes widening in shock. "It's even worse than I thought, Penny. We need to show the Doctor this. Good thinking about the personal records. C'mon." She handed me back the files and pick up the binders. I smiled, maybe things would be okay and would go downhill for the potato-men faster. Maybe we could save the world and people wouldn't have to die.

"Oi, you lot!" Donna exclaimed as she strode back into the room where we had left the Doctor originally. "You're all rubbish, needing storm troopers and sonics to do searching, when all you needed was me and Penny all along. We got all the proof you need that something's fishy here."

"Oh?" The Doctor asked, looking at the two of us and the binders and files we held curiously. "And where have the two of you been?"

"Personnel, 'cause that's were all the evidence is. Ever heard of 'paper trails?'" She asked rhetorically as she held the binders by one end and let them fall open, displaying their emptiness. "The first and most suspicious thing you can find in an office are missing files."

"So, what's inside it or, rather, what's no longer inside it?" The Doctor asked, frowning at the empty binders.

"Try never were there, Doctor," Donna corrected. "Sick days and vacation. Not one person here has gotten sick or cashed in their accrued vacation time. I don't know about you, but that sounds suspicious, don't it?"

"Then what are in those files behind you then?" Colonel Mace asked apprehensively.

The Doctor turned to him in surprise. "Brilliant question." He turned back to Donna and I, looking at me. "What the man said, Penelope. What's in those file you got there?" Wordlessly, I handed him the files and the Doctor gently took them, eyes flickering between me and the files. He started flipping through and comparing them to one another before sorting them out into ten separate piles.

"They're the same," he muttered. "There appears to be ten physical templates, five for men and five for women. There two scripts, one for men and another for women. The script for the men is almost exactly the same as the one for women with a few differences, but not much. What you got here, are clones. Mass produced with few differences between them, all for show and have no substance. Now, I might be wrong and we just have nine triplets with one quadruplet, all with similar background stories, but somehow I strongly doubt this is the case."

"That…That can't be right," Colonel Mace stepped forward, checking the files himself.

"There's... there's more," I murmured. "In the, in the file room, hundreds of cabinets."

"You've been so busy checking out the buildings, when you should've checking out the workforce."

"I can see why he likes the two of you," Martha remarked while Donna and the Doctor shared a grin. "You are good."

"Doctor Jones, set up a medical stand and started examining the workers…I'll be sending them through myself," Colonel Mace ordered, striding hurriedly out of the room. The Doctor was quick to jump up and run after him, leaving the rest of us to our own devices.

Martha watched him go for a moment before turning back to Donna and me. "C'mon, you two, give me a hand, will you?" We followed her down the hall to another room, where she started shifting through binders. Donna picked up a chair and set it next to the desk, looking troubled. I stood back near the door, knowing that we would be exiting in a moment.

This is one scene I remember very well, Martha's warning to Donna.

Finally, Donna spoke up, "D'you think I should warn her, my mum? She's got Atmos in her car and if it really is dangerous…"

Martha looked up, studying Donna before nodding, murmuring, "Better safe than sorry."

Donna swallowed, "I'll give 'er a ring." She moved to the exit where I quietly waited as Martha moved back to the other door that led back to the factory. "C'mon, Penny."

Martha's voice halted Donna's exit. "Donna." She turned to look her. "Does your family know, that you're traveling with the Doctor, what that means?"

"Not really, not…really. My Granddad sort of…waved us off, but I never had time to properly explain everything. I don't think my mum would understand even if I did, though."

"So, you left them behind?"

"Yeah," Donna answered softly. "Yeah."

Unexpectedly, Martha turned to me. "And what about you, Penny? Does your parents know, have you told them?"

I adverted my eyes, biting my lips. "I…can't, don't have anyone else but-but Donna and the D-Doctor." I pushed up my long sleeve and displayed the hospital-issued bracelet, holding my arms out so she could see it clearly. "I'm…I'm his 're-responsibility' n-now," I mumbled, quoting the Doctor.

"What?" Martha asking looking at me in shock.

Donna stepped in to explain. "She's from another dimension, and knows the future. We…found 'er in a bad spot, at an asylum. Been trying to help ever since, make sure her mind doesn't start burning again. But what about you, Martha?" Donna's voice was quiet, coaxing, "Did you tell your family?"

Martha looked down, closing her eyes briefly before pinning the two of us with her stare. "No, I didn't, kept it all one, big secret and nearly destroyed them with it."

"How d'you mean?" Donna asked, voice still soft.

"They were all imprisoned and…tortured. My mum, dad, and my sister, all of them." Martha raised up her hands in a calming gesture, insisting, "It wasn't the Doctor's fault, promise." She lowered them. "But you…you need to be careful, both of you. You know him, the Doctor's wonderful, brilliant! But… you also need to know before it's too late, that he's like fire… Stand too close and people get burned."

Donna looked at her a bit longer and then nodded. Without another word, she took my hand and pulled me out of the room with her and down the hall. I mutely let her lead me along, disquieted from the warning Martha had given. I just had to wonder:

In all of this, would I end up being the one burned?

To Be Continued...

Explanations:

* The dermal repairing cream that Penny's talking about is a made up thing as far as I'm aware. It's the cream that Ianto put on her feet.

* Yes, if given the choice, my first request might be to see the dinosaurs...or a world full of flowers...or a planet where there are, literally, castles in the clouds...or a place with silver or gold colored rain. If you think hard about it, two of those requests held references to books.

* I actually originally thought the same thing as Penny, that the office that you first see was in another building and not in a semi-truck of all things. A quick recap of the episode showed me otherwise, though, but I mentioned the same thoughts that I had running through my min in passing. "Good Lord, what would they do if there was a car accident?"

* Not surprisingly, the Doctor's right about Monopoly, nobody has time to finish that long game, ever. I've never finished it, not even when I'm playing by myself since I can't cheat that when and there's no sense of competition...just the game. It takes hours to finish (or, at least, an hour or so longer than I have time to play). And otherwise, people loose track of everything, get bored, or sick of being a rubbish player. Never been much of a monopoly player, though, prefer Mancala more.

* The potato-men that Penny's talking about are the Sontarans. Obviously.

* Yes, I realize that the people there weren't cloned, but it didn't make sense that the people there, all of them, would be able to work twenty-four hours a day for, what, days? Weeks? Months? This is not getting into the whole plot hole of people noticing that their loved ones are all missing for that whole period of time. It's not subtle at all. Not that Sontarans are subtle normally, but here they take greater pains to be. So, I'm going to make it that this people are mass-produced clones and aren't as complex as the Martha-clone who needed a live-template for her role to play.

* Yes, Penny said, "You betcha." No, I'm not stereo-typing... Minnesotan do say this phrase occasionally. MY grandma certainly does, and I've been known to say a variant of it, "I'll betcha (Insert what I'm betting here)." I've also said, "Oh dear." And other stuff that I don't really realize is all "Minnesotan Accent."

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TITLE: Dear Friend

AUTHOR: Tardis-Impala-equals-Delorean

ID: 9734153

SUMMARY: The Doctor has been receiving a chain of letters from a stranger that goes by the name Willow, and who appears to know him. Willow, as she likes to be called, has been dreaming of the Doctor her whole life, if only he were real. 10th Doctor. Willow is OC, Rated T for language.

OPINION: Refreshing. It's a different plot and feel, but it's nice. Don't know if they'll ever meet but it's a good read in the meantime.

Thought Process:

So, here we are, the story is finally taking off. Took us long enough, but I think the wait was worth it, don't you? Hopefully it's not just me thinking that and the rest of you are screaming, "Finally, after all this time, the trolling is done!"

Not that I was trying to troll you, just taking longer to get from point A to point B.

Now, this is probably going to be the only time I'm going to do this, because I hate it and get annoyed when another authors beg for reviews every chapter, but could you guys boost the signal of this chapter? Maybe it's just me (even though I'm sure you guys do it too), but when you're judging on whether or not to read a fan fiction, you first look at the title, summary, and then the amount of reviews. More reviews, more likely to read the story.

So maybe you can help a friend out?

Chances are, I'll notice and check out your stories too...might even advertise them...

Me? Bribing? Darn tootin' I am.

Yes, I seriously just said that, laugh all you like.

Happy Wednesday,

FFA, the Fan Fictional Authoress

Date Submitted: Wednesday, August 6, 2014.