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Lucie continued to scream as the door clicked shut. The needles dug into her forehead; this was the main source of the pain, but there was something else...like a digging feeling, rippling through her head from inside out. For a second she thought back to the Master's words: ''I'd like to take a look inside your head...'' Could this be what she was feeling now? What was he looking for?

And as suddenly as it had started, the pain stopped. Lucie took a deep breath. She appeared to be alive. Was it over?

But as soon as she had that thought, she heard the Master's voice, as clear as day, echoing in her mind.

''Oh no, my dear Lucie, I haven't even got started...We'll be going on a little trip down Memory Lane, care to join me? Oh wait, you don't have a choice!'' He laughed shortly. ''Ah well...sit tight and let us watch a lovely film of your memories...''

She felt the Master's presence leave her mind, and she began to panic. What was going to happen? How could the Master read her mind?

''I see everything you see, hear everything you think...'' he whispered in response.

And with that, the memories began...

"Lucie, if I could leave you to pack up once you're done, is that okay? It's just I've got to rush off..."

Lucie looked up at her supervisor and grinned. "Hot date, Han?"

Hanna rolled her eyes. "Ha, I wish! No, I've got to get back for Alfie...the babysitter called to say his cough's getting worse... I'm wondering if I should get it checked out?" her face had become a mask of worry, and Lucie felt another pang of sympathy for her supervisor. Hanna had only just turned thirty, and she was doing the well-known juggling act of balancing work with her eight-month old son. The father had waltzed off only a month ago, claiming that 'things just weren't working anymore', leaving Hanna alone with a baby on her hands and only a meagre job as an Assistant Collections Cataloguer at the Natural History Museum in London. Men could be such idiots, Lucie thought. Hanna didn't end up in this position by herself; he had to take some responsibility too. Lucie could only hope that the man she fell in love with wanted to stay with her for all time - she knew it was unlikely, but a girl could dream, couldn't she?

"Don't worry, Hanna, you get home to Alfie, the babe, I can take care of things here. I'm just gonna finish up this batch and then I'll lock up." she smiled.

"Aw, Luce, you are a gem!" Hanna swooped down and landed a peck on Lucie's cheek. "Just make sure -"

"- I close up all the cabinets, shut down the computer and be out before eleven, or I'll be locked in." Lucie finished with a grin. "Yeah, I got it."

"See? A gem!" Hanna declared, before rushing out of the little office. "See you tomorrow!" she called over her shoulder.

"See you! Give Alfie my love!"

"Will do!"

Three quarters of an hour later, Lucie was still documenting and cataloging. She knew the task in theory should only have taken another twenty minutes or so after Hanna had left, but the truth was, Lucie enjoyed working too much. She loved the fascination of reading the articles of the new artifacts which had arrived, she loved pondering which exhibit they would be best suited for, and she loved the satisfaction of introducing the new additions to the collections.

And really, she had nothing to go home to; just another night watching catch-up TV with a microwave meal on her lap. There was no man waiting for her when she got home, no one to ask ''how was your, day, love?''

So really, Lucie didn't mind working late.

As it happened, she couldn't prolong her task for much longer.

She sighed as she packed away her papers while she waited for the computer to shut down. She glanced at the clock. Twenty past ten; she'd be home in time to catch the end of the 'Friends' re-runs on E4. Or maybe there would be something god on the History Channel...

The computer finally shut down ad the room became quiet as it stopped humming. Lucie switched off the monitor and, picking up her bag, continued to the door. As she flicked the light switch she looked back into the now dark room.

"Until tomorrow then," she murmured quietly to the room that she had grown to love.

The door clicked shut behind her and she turned to key in the lock. She looked up and down the quiet corridor, and began to slowly make her way towards the exit.

As she walked past the supply cupboard, she stopped and looked at it. In the empty corridor, she could hear a quiet, lyrical humming from behind the door. Her curiosity, combined with her lack of desire to go home, got the better of her and she placed her hand on the handle, praying that the caretaker hadn't come and locked it just yet.

Her prayer was answered. The door clicked open.

She stepped back, allowing the door to swing towards her.

There, impossibly crammed into the tiny space which was the supply cupboard, was a huge, blue, box.

A/N: This chapter, and the next few, has been written especially for everyone who was wondering how Lucie and the Doctor met...we'll see them meeting for the first time in the next chapter!

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