A/N: Sorry if this update is slightly off of the beginning of the month. I'm beginning violin lessons, and the muscles for typing hurt a ton from it. Mind you, I had this chapter written by the end of February.

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Disclaimer: I only own Ashe.


I wake up the next morning at five fifty-seven. It was the time I trained myself to get up at so I wouldn't be late for school. It's still perfect.

I quickly fix my blankets, untwisting them from around my body. I never bother to make my bed fully, not unless it's a special occasion.

Throwing on a green t-shirt and black sweatpants, I pick up my book. I carry it with me as I walk in the direction I remember the kitchen being in. After a few minutes of searching, I find it. I pull a box of corn flakes out of the cabinet, pouring myself a bowl. I lean against the counter, munching on them as I read Emily Dickinson

"Morning, Ashe," I hear about ten pages in. I jump, glancing around until my eyes reach the coat, vest, and converse I first met yesterday.

"Don't do that," I mutter, turning back to my book as I finish breakfast. I'm still pretty far behind my classmates in the readings, so I've got to read about one hundred pages today.

"I was thinking," the Doctor says quietly. "Maybe we could visit another planet today."

I search for the words to describe my situation to him, but none present themselves. I finally just shake my head, holding up my book.

"Alright. I'll be in the console room when you're done with your schoolwork." I nod, putting my empty bowl in the sink and walking back to my room.

Glancing around, I can't find my suitcase. All of my school supplies are instead on my desk and bookshelf, and my clothes are hanging in my closet.

It's wrong.

All wrong.

I tear all of the books off the shelf, screaming. Each article of clothing is ripped from the place it was hanging in, and a sweep of my arm across the desk leaves the room in absolute disarray. I clench my fists, exhausted.

"Ashe?"

I look towards my door as the Doctor enters. "The TARDIS got it wrong."

"I assure you, Ashe, she was only trying to help. Do you want to organize it, or would you rather do something else first?"

"Can I just run around?" I ask shakily.

"If you want to." I nod, stepping outside. "Just find me if you need anything, Ashe!" he calls as I bolt down the hallway, running as fast as I safely can with bad coordination. I hear his laughing behind me, but as I run, it grows quieter until I can no longer hear it.

That's when I stop.

I lean up against the wall, smiling slightly as I catch my breath. I hear a nearby door creak open, and I take the chance to explore the room. What I see shocks me.

"Oh, how I've missed you, my beautiful friend," I murmur, climbing inside the canvas sack hanging from the ceiling. Pulling the edges around me, I sigh in content.

The Doctor won't find out if he hasn't already.

Of course, he probably thinks I'm OCD. But that's not it. I'm a shy girl, he's definitely realized that. So he has some of the puzzle pieces. I just haven't shown him the picture on the box.

After about half an hour, I walk back to my room, asking the TARDIS to keep my sack in the same place relative to my room. The walls vibrate lightly in response, and I head back to clean up the mess I made.

I find my books in a pile, my supplies spread out over my bed, and my clothes in neat piles on the piano bench and computer chair. A single word is written on an index card, propped up on my pillows: Sorry. ~T

"Thank you," I murmur, lifting each book and placing it in the correct spot on the shelf. I carefully put my clothes back in the closet, sorted by both color and purpose. I place my paper on my desk, surrounded by everything I'll need. Finally, I plug my iPad in to charge.

I flop down on my bed to finish the day's reading. Once it's done, I take out my math book to do my graphing, but I can't sit still. I even try switching off between work and piano, but eventually, I give up. I abandon my work in favor of pure enjoyment.

I walk to the console room, humming the Star Trek theme song. "Bored," I call upon arriving, eliciting a chuckle from the Doctor.

"Where do you want to go? I have three categories: dangerous, fun, and sort-of fun, but nothing like the really fun stuff."

"Fun!" I scream, running to the console.

He smiles, asking me more questions. "Shopping or play?"

"Play!"

"Indoor or outdoor?"

"Out!"

"Running around or a concert?"

I laugh gleefully. "Run around!"

The Doctor pulls a few levers and hits some buttons. "Remember, Ashe, you're still sick. Don't hurt yourself. Is today a talkative day?" I shake my head as we walk to the door. Pulling a banana out of his pocket, he offers it to me. "Then take this."

I freeze, looking at him with a look of confusion clear on my face.

"Oh, sorry," he mutters, rummaging around in his pocket for a minute. He finally hands me a whistle. "It's connected to the TARDIS. Just blow it if you need me." I nod, opening the TARDIS doors and looking around.

"Welcome to the Earth colony better known as Six Hundred Flags."

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