I don't know why I'm not updating as fast as I was, but I'm not. I'm sorry. School is just so hectic, and since I'm in Geometry High Honors (which is a level and then some higher than is normal for a freshman; no, I'm not bragging, I hate it) it is so frickin hard to understand it all! When will I ever need to write a two-column proof in life? Tell me, please! I'm gonna be a writer/actress, not some mathematician weirdo (apologies for you who like maths and want to be mathematicians, I just don't understand that way of thinking). Anyway, onward with the story!

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"What. Is. That?"

"I was just thinking the same thing."

The duo stood just inside the TARDIS, staring out into the vortex. Even Donna, who was ignorant to the whole inner workings of time travel, knew that this was not supposed to be there.

"It's a…"

"…mall?"

The Doctor turned to look at her with a disbelieving stare that could have burned water. "No, it is not a mall. Do you have to be such a… a-?"

"- a woman?" she finished, glaring with equal intensity.

"Well, yeah!" he spluttered, half-laughing, half-mocking.

"I'm just going to ignore that little comment of yours," she said, switching her attention to the phenomenon outside of the TARDIS. "So what is it, if not a mall?"

Scratching the back of his neck in thought, he squinted as he studied the building they were looking at. Indeed, it had the appearance of a fairly large shopping centre, complete with protruding boxy areas, except for the fact that it was fluorescing in psychedelic colors. Oh, and that it was rotating slowly in circles, while floating in midair right in the middle of the vortex itself. Clearly, this was a cause to be alarmed.

"I… its – well, I don't know. It's – that's not even possible!" he cried, utterly bewildered.

"Well, apparently it is possible, so why don't we work on figuring out why it's there?" Honestly, she thought, all men are the same.

"That part's obvious, though, isn't it?" By the expression on her face, it wasn't to her, and the Doctor went on to explain. "It's meant for us. Think about it, something that's physically impossible, and it just happens to materialize right in front of us? The last Time Lord in existence and companion in his TARDIS? A coincidence? I don't think so."

"Then we'd probably do right to fly away from this trap thing, right?"

He stood there for a few seconds after her words, staring out at the slowly moving building with his brow furrowed up tightly. The Doctor seemed to be seriously contemplating something, and Donna, being the nosy nag she was, was going to find out what.

"You have any ideas about this?" she asked suspiciously, studying his face for any accidental giveaways.

Silence impeded for some moments, but was broken as he said, "No, sorry. No. I just thought…well, no. Maybe…but….nah, can't be. It's impossible."

She snorted heartily and pointed to the rainbow structure. "So is this, apparently. But it's there. I'm looking right at it."

"You don't understand. It's impossible." As he said this, he pivoted and headed back to the TARDIS console. "No, leave it open," he added as she made to close the doors.

"Hey, hey. Don't get all stroppy with me. I'm just saying, after all. You could be wrong twice in one day, you know."

Laughing outwardly, he began playing with the dial that was still making a tinny sound. She was right, of course. He had been wrong more than once before; there was no denying it. But this time he could not be incorrect. There was no way, absolutely none, that he could be alive.

"True, Donna, true. I - "

He was cut short by a violent tremor that knocked the both of them over; Donna nearly fell out of the ship, but the doors slammed shut before she did, and the worst she suffered was a mild bang on the forehead. An alarm screamed from what seemed like the TARDIS's very being, and red lights flashed blindingly in their eyes. Bumping up and down from the shaking, the Doctor and Donna crawled over to each other and held on for dear life (A/N: NO this is NOT a 10Donna implication, for those of you with wildly jealous imaginations).

"What the hell is going on?" Donna cried, her nails sinking deeper into the threads of his suit jacket (A/N: I know EXACTLY what all you pervs thought just there. I thought it too, sadly).

"It's the TARDIS!" he yelled over the din. "She knows we're in trouble, and she's trying to get away."

"From what???"

Without hesitation, he replied, "Must be that building we saw!"

"Told you it was a trap!"

"Don't start!"

The two said no more for the next few minutes, during which the tremors seemed only to increase in intensity. The frightened TARDIS tried desperately to escape whatever was pulling her, for they could feel the conflict in the jolts, but she was no match for whatever was taking them. Helpless, she finally gave in, and they surged to the left so quickly that the Doctor and Donna slammed headfirst into the console.

Stunned, the duo lay on their backs for a short while, wondering what the hell had happened. Seeing as this really wasn't improving their situation any, they slowly picked themselves up, rubbing the lumps rising on their skulls.

Donna, determined not to show her fear, asked in her least-shaky voice, "What…what happened?"

With an angry glint in his eye, he walked single-mindedly to the doors. "We're about to find out." Before he could even touch the handles, they flew open of their own accord, and he stepped back in surprise to observe the person standing there.

Holding the doors was a teenage girl, not more than fifteen by the looks of it. Her face was painted with doll-style makeup: bright lipstick, rouge circles, and colorful eye shadow. A frilly, bright blue skirt barely covered her bum, and the rest of her thin legs had multicolored, striped leggings on them. On her feet were platform purple ankle boots with many decorative zippers on the sides. Her dyed orangey-red hair was pulled into two curled pigtails; lots of neon hair clips strapped the loose strands firmly to her head. Covering her upper body was a cream-colored tank top with a matching red, green, and cream half-jacket. Overall, she was the epitome of a Japanese street style model.

"Hello!" she said in a high, girly voice, smiling widely. "Welcome to the Playhouse! What game would you like to play first?"

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MAN that felt good! I just sat down and wrote this chappy in 2 hours! Yay! Please review, as per usual, because you know you want to. And I will lover you forever if you do. Really, I will. No joke. Really. Please believe me!!!!! (flustered)

Okay I will understand if you do not want to review now, due to that fact that you have just discovered that I am half-mad.