Hey all, sorry I haven't updated in a while. I suddenly found myself bombarded with schoolwork, and couldn't write for weeks. Again, I apologize for the shortness of the chapter. Anyway, I'll try to update as often as I can. Keep up with the reviews!

Chapter 5

Over the next few weeks, Rose helped Genevieve regain some of her memories back. It was difficult and strenuous, but with the patience of both Rose and her mother, Genevieve gained nearly all her memories back. She couldn't remember anything past the point where Rose had disappeared one year ago.

It just so happened that the Tylers were at a train station, and Genevieve stopped to look at her map. Someone bumped into her, causing the map to fly out of her hands along with a few books, and she fell from the force.

"Sorry, miss. I wasn't watching where I was going." The handsome stranger offered her a hand. She took it, cautiously.

"It's all right. I'm just clumsy, that's all." She said, picking up her books and map.

"Well, if you're sure you aren't hurt, I'll be on my way." He said, in a familiar American voice.

"Wait!" She held his arm and looked deeper into his blue eyes.

"Genevieve?"

"How do you know my name?"

"Your mother's looking for you and asked if I'd seen you." He looked like he was about to say something else, but seemed to change his mind.

"Hold on… Haven't – Haven't I seen you before?" She asked, pensively. He looked at her, sadness crossing his otherwise cheerful face. "No, sorry. I'm holding you up." She smiled, sadly, and said goodbye to him. He returned her goodbye, and she left. A few moments later, there was an elderly woman crossing the train tracks. A loud blare told Genevieve, and everyone else who was there, that a train was coming. The woman hadn't finished crossing the tracks.

Genevieve knew she had very little time left. She jumped onto the tracks, causing quite the commotion.

"Genny! Genny! Get out of there!" Jackie called, distressed. Genevieve ignored her and helped the lady to the other side, feeling the vibrations from the oncoming train. She turned around and her ankle twisted underneath the rail of a track. She fell on her side, trapped.

"Genny!" Rose and Jackie shouted, as terrified as she was. The light of the train lit up her scared face. She tried in vain to get loose. Suddenly, a handsome brunette man wearing a dark blue suit with a white shirt and red tie was next to her. She saw the train approaching behind him.

"Get off the tracks!" She said to him, confused and bewildered.

"Not before I save you!" He said, taking out a strange device. He held it to the track and it made a metallic whirring noise. The train horn blared again and the train flew by. Genevieve opened her eyes, realizing that the man in the suit was holding her.

"Who are you?" She asked, amazed.

"Just call me the Doctor." He said, smiling at her. She laughed, lightly.

"All right then, Doctor, tell me the truth… Am I healthy?"

He took a deep breath.

"Well, you've just broken your ankle and lost your memory. Nothing really happened." He stopped talking. "On second thought… It's pretty bad." He added. Before Genevieve could say anything, Rose and Jackie appeared by her side.

"Genny! Oh, my poor sweet baby!" Jackie said, practically crushing her in a big hug.

"Mum, I'm fine. Really." Genevieve grumbled, trying not to pass out from the throbbing pain in her foot.

"Let's get you to a hospital." Rose said, holding Genevieve upright. She looked back and the Doctor seemed to have disappeared. She saw the old lady looking at her. The lady seemed to be disappointed, and Genevieve couldn't think why.

Over the next few weeks, Genevieve was stuck at home. She walked to the kitchen on her crutches and her cast got in the way of things, but otherwise she was happy. There was one thought that kept bugging her, as much as she tried to forget about it. The thought was: where had she seen that man who'd knocked her down before?

"Mum? I'm going for a walk!" Genevieve called, waiting for an answer.

"All right, just remember your key! And be back before night because I'm going out with Bev later, and I won't be back in time for dinner!" Jackie called back.

"Gotcha Mum!" Genevieve said, closing the door and locking it behind her. She walked (as best as one can in crutches) to Big Ben, where she rested. She took out her mobile and was about to call Rose when she saw the old lady again.

"Hello!" She said, kindly.

"Hello. It's a nice day, isn't it?" The lady asked.

"I suppose so, yeah." Genevieve looked back at her phone.

"Shame you won't see the rest of it." The lady said, sinisterly.

"I'm sorry?" Genevieve asked, confused. The lady whipped around, her eyes glinting evilly. Genevieve turned away to run, but found herself breathing in a terrible smell that made her sleepier by the second.

"There, there, little one. Granny's got you." The lady laughed, distantly.

When Genevieve came to, she was in a supply closet. The old lady who'd taken her was standing in front of her.

"Who are you?" was the first thing that came out of her mouth. In answer to her question, the lady literally unzipped her forehead. Genevieve screamed as she saw the creature inside, and backed into the corner of the closet. She suddenly remembered what it was called: a Slitheen.

"What do you want from me?" She asked, frantically.

"I want money for my family!" The Slitheen hissed.

"I haven't got any money!" Genevieve said, confused again.

"Not your money! Other creatures'!" The Slitheen said.

" 'Other creatures'? Are there more aliens out there?" Genevieve asked.

"Why of course there are, you simple girl! There are billions and billions of them. Did you really think there was no other life outside the Earth?" The Slitheen laughed a gurgling laugh.

Genevieve bit her lip, contemplating whether to run for it or just sit there like a useless lump. Suddenly, she heard a whooshing noise like ancient engines.

"The TARDIS!" She whispered, happily.

"The what?" The Slitheen asked, stopping her laughter.

"The TARDIS!" Genevieve repeated, louder. The door opened and she grinned at the person who was standing in the doorway.