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Mark's POV

"She's running for Prime Minster," muttered Mark, still in shock from finding out that his sister was alive in this universe.

Only a few moments ago, the Nurse had deducted that they had fell out of space and time and into another universe, one where, Regina Jones, the sister of Mark Jones was alive and had not been killed by a drunk driver only last year.

They were at outside a café now. People were rushing by them in a blur as the newspaper crinkled in Mark's hands. He had rushed here to find out why his sister's face was on a bus. He had found his answers in the newspaper in his hand. Mark was numb. He didn't know what to think. Some part of him wanted to be happy, but the other part was still disbelieving.

"She was always a leader. We joked that she would run the country someday. And now she's trying to do that," continued Mark.

"Oh, Mark. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," uttered the Nurse, placing her hand on his shoulder. "But we can't stay here. We have to get back in to the TARDIS. I'm sorry."

Mark barely heard her. His mind was too focused on what the front page article was about. It was about the excitement and anticipation of the inclusive, invitation-only party that was being held by the Jones camp. It was supposedly a get together with randomly selected people of the common public so Regina could get an idea what the public wanted and to connect with them. People were hailing it as the wisest move done by any candidates so far. Mark's stomach lurched.

"Mark, did you hear me? We have to go. Mark?" questioned the Nurse, starting to sound worried.

Mark suddenly wanted to go to that party. He wanted to see Regina's face and to hear her voice again. Out of the blue a thought popped into his head. The Nurse could get him into that party. She had the psychic paper. That could get them in. He looked up at the Nurse, face set.

"Before we got in this mess, you asked me where I wanted to go. Well, I want to go to that party my sister is throwing," stated Mark firmly.

"But, Mark. This girl may look like your sister, but she's not. She's not the sibling that you knew. The one that you knew is dead," argued the Nurse.

"Doesn't matter. I still want to go. Now you can come with me and get us in and make sure that I don't screw things up. Or you can refuse and I'll go without you. And who knows what'll happen? This is another universe after all," responded Mark, heart pounding in his chest while his face looked serious.

Nurse stared back at him with her complicated eyes. He could tell that she was thinking, he could almost see the gears working in her head. She was trying to figure out what to do, go with Mark and try to avoid difficult situations, or risk him getting into those difficult situations.

"Alright," the Nurse said with a sigh. "You get your wish. But you have to promise me to do everything I say. Got me?"

Mark nodded a smile appearing on his face.

"Thank you," Mark replied with a hug. He was finally going to see her face and hear her voice again, even if, according to Nurse, it wasn't the sister that he knew. It was good enough for him.

"You welcome," said the Nurse once Mark released her. "Then come on. We have work to do, and rules to set."

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Martha's POV

"It says here that Jonathan Casberry went to Harvard in the US and got a master's degree on law, when he was only 22. Then started to study politics and tried and failed to be elected for Prime Minster. So he became a campaign adviser. This is the first time he's the Head Campaign Adviser of a campaign for a major office," spoke Martha, reading from the web page now displayed on her computer. "Regina Jones, on the other hand, started her career in politics because of her sister's encouragement. She was the mayor of a couple small towns in the English country side and then the head of a trading company for a few months. This is her first bid for Prime Minster.

"Also apparently people are hailing what I was invited to as the wisest move done by any candidates so far. They're saying that is a brilliant way to connect with the public. It's pushing Regina Jones up in the polls. People are actually starting to see her as a major contender now, instead of the small player."

"Hhhmmm….," mused the Doctor, chin leaning on his hand.

The Doctor had pulled up a chair next to Martha and was now listening to her as she read what she was learning on the current web page she was at.

"Could you find out more about this gathering?" asked the Doctor.

Martha nodded and went about finding the information. It took only a few seconds.

"It says that it will be held at a private residence that is unknown by the press. And there the selected people will be greeted by Regina Jones and Jonathan Casberry, then led into the house where Regina will learn from the guests about what they want for the country. But other than that, there's nothing else," stated Martha. "It seems the press knows less than we do."

"Well, then I guess we have to go, don't we?" said the Doctor getting up from the chair and running his fingers through his hair. "It's formal. Oh, god I hate formal parties. I always seem to get in trouble when I where a tux."

"You seem to get in trouble anywhere you go, Doctor. And anyway, you can't go. You weren't invited and it's invitation-only, remember?" responded Martha turning around in her chair to face the Doctor.

"That's nothing my psychic paper can't handle. And I don't always get in trouble. I'll have you know that I've been places where bad things haven't happened."

"Well, I've yet to experience that…Now could you please go. I've got to shower and get ready now that I know I go to a formal party."

"Okay, okay," said the Doctor putting up his hands in mock defeat. "I'll leave. You girls are so touchy when it comes to dressing up."

And with that, the Doctor walked out of the room. A few seconds later, Martha heard the front door close. Martha sighed and went about getting ready.