Time Lord's Hearts

by Raine44354

I've made it through the Doctor's regeneration. But what if I can't make it until the next. Canary Wharf is looming down on me. I don't want to leave my Doctor, not after we've begun to get closer. But I might just have to. Should be read in order.

9. 2x07

2x07 "The Idiot's Lantern"

I stepped outside of the TARDIS, looking around. Rose had decided to stay with her mother after seeing the other Jackie die. She wasn't willing to let her mother out of her sight, and I think she's a little mad at me that I just let Mickey go like that rather then trying to convince him to stay with us. To be honest, I really don't care if she's mad at me. Mickey needed to stay, to prove to himself he wasn't a 'Tin Dog' and to take care of his grandmother after Rickey died. That old woman would be alone, and Mickey would never forgive himself. I had to let him go. And its not like it would be the last time we would see him, be it the circumstances weren't the best, but neither will they be the best when the Doctor and I see Jack again.

I flattened down my mod styled navy blue dress, ignoring the jingling sound my key charm bracelet made. "So, I thought we were going for the Vegas era?"

The Doctor poked his head around the TARDIS door; his hair jelled back like those guys in Grease or like Draco Malfoy in Harry Potter. "You are kidding, aren't you? You wanna see Elvis, you go in the late 50's! The time before burgers." He disappeared back inside but I heard him say. "When they called him 'the Pelvis' and he still had a waist." I laughed. "What's more, you see him in style!" There was an engine sound coming from inside the TARDIS. Moments later the Doctor rode out in a blue late-50s moped. I laughed as the Doctor stopped next to me, wearing big sunglasses and a while helmet. "You goin' my way, doll?" he asked in his best Elvis impression.

I laughed and said, "Any other way darlin'?" in a southern accent. I walked towards the moped.

The Doctor tossed me a helmet, this one a bright blue. "That wasn't very 50s," he told me.

I shrugged. "I was more 30s then 50s." I tugged at one of the black ribbons on the front of my dress. "Though I do favor their clothes." I got on behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. The Doctor then sped down the street. "Where we going?" I asked over the engine.

"Ed Sullivan TV Studios, Elvis did 'Hound Dog' on one of the shows, there were loads of complaints. Bit of luck, we'll just catch it," the Doctor explained.

"And these TV studios would be in New York, correct?" I asked.

"That's the one!" the Doctor said happily. A red London bus passed at the end of the street and the Doctor stopped. On the corner was a red mailbox, and Union flags hanging from every rooftop.

The Doctor looked bummed for a moment as I laughed. "Oh yes, definitely New York."

"Well…" the Doctor said. "This COULD still be New York, I mean this looks very New York to me... sort of... Londony New York, mind…"

"Just face it, you landed us in the wrong place. But either way," I tilted my head, "What are the flags for?"

Just down the street we saw an older man opening doors to a van. Two errand boys took out a television and carried it into the house. The homeowner looked on. The old man gave a smile. It was weird, like there was something wrong with his smile, but not at the same time. "There you go, sir, all wired up for the great occasion."

We walked passed and the Doctor turned asking, "The great occasion? What d'you mean?"

The older man turned to us. "Where've you been living, out in the Colonies?" I frowned at how he said 'colonies' like it was a bad thing. I mean, ya I'd take Britain over the USA any day, but that's still my home. "Coronation, of course."

The Doctor then asked, "What Coronation's that, then?"

"What d'you mean? THE Coronation."

The Doctor still looked confused and turned to me for help. I rolled me eyes, "The Queen you moron. Queen Elizabeth."

It finally clicked for the Doctor because he practically screamed, "Oh! Oh, is this 1953?!"

"Last time I looked," the old man said. "Time for a lovely bit of pomp and circumstance, what we do best."

I looked around at the chimneys. On top of every house there were antennas. "I thought that TVs were supposed to be a rare thing?"

The old man shook his head, "Not round here, love. Magpie's Marvellous Tellies, only five quid a box."

The Doctor wandered a short way down the street, thinking. He suddenly cut in, all smiles and energy. "Oh but this is a BRILLIANT year! Classic! Technicolour, Everest climbed, everything off the ration-" He changed his voice to sound very BBC English. "The Nation throwing off the shadows of war and looking forward to a happier, brighter future!" I laughed.

Suddenly, a woman's shouts were heard. "Someone help me, please! Ted!" A man with a blanket over his head was being bundled into a black police car by two suited men. Holy shit! The men in black! We gotta hide! Oh… wait… right… wrong men in black. Thank god I didn't say that outloud, or do anything stupid. The Doctor grabbed my hand, pulling me over. "Leave him alone, it's my husband!"

"What's going on?" the Doctor asked.

The blanketed man was being pushed into the back seat as a young boy ran out of his home, a few houses down. "Oi, what are you doing?!" the boy yelled.

One of the suited men addressed the Doctor, "Police business, now get out of the way, sir!"

I turned to the young boy. "Do you know who they took?" I asked.

"Must be Mr Gallagher..." the boy said. The car drove off, leaving the woman in despair. Another woman came out of the house the young boy did. "It's happening all over the place. They're turning into monsters..."

A man then came out of the house the young boy came from, clearly furious. "Tommy! Not one word!" I looked at the man, glaring. How could someone treat a child like that? I mean, yelling isn't so bad but from the look on his face I can tell that Tommy was going to be hit if he was any closer to the man. "Get inside now!"

"Sorry, I'd better do as he says..." Tommy said before going back to his house. The woman was still sobbing.

The Doctor put on his sunglasses again and ran over to the moped, kicking it into life. "All aboard!" I ran to him, jumping on behind before he drove off. We followed them for as long as we could, until we turned the corner, stopping beside a market stall. "Lost 'em!" the Doctor said. "How'd they get away from us?"

I didn't bother moving my arms, terrified from the Doctor's driving. "Ha-have you even passed any driving tests? I know you cant drive the TARDIS, but seriously?"

The Doctor, not listening to me, began talking again, "Men in black? Vanishing police cars? This is Churchill's England, not Stalin's Russia!"

I bit my lip ring, "Tommy said something about monsters." The Doctor turned to me. "Maybe we should talk to him again."

"That's what I love about you," the Doctor said sweetly.

I smirked, "You better. I can so take you down." I tightened my grip on him slightly as he restarted the engine and pulled away. We headed back to the street.

"Which house is it?" the Doctor asked as I got of the moped.

I pulled off the helmet and nodded to one of the houses. "That one."

The Doctor grabbed my hand and pulled me to the front door. He reached forward and rang the doorbell. It took only a few seconds before Tommy's father opened the door. "Hiiii!" the Doctor and I said together.

I glanced behind Tommy's father to see Tommy just down the hallway. I turned my attention back to his father as he spoke to us. "Who are you, then?"

"Let's see then," the Doctor said, "judging by the look of you - family man, nice house, decent wage, fought in the war - therefore, I represent Queen and country!" He held up the psychic paper with a flourish. "Just doing a little check of Her Majesty's forthcoming subjects for the great day. Don't mind if I come in? Nah, didn't think you did, thank you!" The Doctor brushed past Tommy's father pulling me along into the living room. The Doctor looked around as a woman, presumably Tommy's mother, watched us. "Not bad, very nice! Very well kept! I'd like to congratulate you, Mrs... ?"

The woman's voice was timid as she spoke, "Connolly."

Tommy's father then began to speak to the Doctor. I could tell from the look on his face and the way he treated his wife and son that he had no respect for them once so ever. "Now then Rita, I can handle this. This gentleman's a proper representative!" The Doctor gave Rita, who looked positively terrified, a wink. I sat on the arm of the couch, crossing my legs, watching them. "Don't mind the wife, she rattles on a bit."

"Well, maybe she should rattle on a bit more," the Doctor said. Both Tommy and his father looked shocked at his blunt statement. "I'm not convinced you're doing your patriotic duty." The Doctor glanced briefly at the flags around the room, waiting to be put up. "Nice flags. Why are they not flying?"

Tommy's father gave a nervous pause, "There we are Rita, I told you - get them up, Queen and country!"

The Doctor looked skeptical and began to move over to the man. Rita seamed to shrink in size saying, "I'm sorry-"

"Get it done!" he growled causing me to jump. Yelling kind of freaks me out, especially spousal yelling. "Do it now."

"Hold on a minute-" the Doctor said.

"Like the gentleman says-" Tommy's father continued without noticing the Doctor trying to speak.

"Hold on a minute," the Doctor said finally catching the man's attention. "You've got hands, Mr Connolly. Two big hands! Why is that your wife's job?"

Tommy's father gave the Doctor a look as though he were an idiot. "It's housework, innit?"

"And that's a woman's job?"

"Course it is!" I glared at him. Oh hell fucking no! I'm fine with all the women in the kitchen jokes, but only when they're jokes. This guy was completely serious and that doesn't fly with me.

"Mr Connolly, what gender is the Queen?"

He growled, growing defensive, "She's a female."

The Doctor gave him a hard look. "And are you suggesting the Queen does the housework?" I glanced at Tommy to see him smile as the Doctor began to win the confrontation. Even Rita looked lighter at the sight of her husband's humiliation.

"No! Not at all!" he said.

The Doctor handed Tommy's father a string of flags, giving him an insistent stare. "Then get busy."

"Right," he nodded, "yes sir." He set about hanging the flags, feigning enthusiasm. I wasn't fooled, and clearly neither were Tommy and the Doctor. "You'll be proud of us, sir! We'll have Union Jacks left, right and centre!"

I cleared my throat in a 'heh-hem' manner. Kind of like Umbridge from Harry Potter, gaining their attention. "Technically, it's called the Union Flag. It's only the Union Jack when flown at sea."

Tommy's smile grew as his father tried to humble himself. "Oh... oh, I'm sorry, I do apologise!"

I smirked, now time for my own fun. "Well, just don't do it again. Now let's see those flags fly high." He hastily returned to work.

I slid down the armrest onto the couch as the Doctor sat beside me. "Right then!" he said. "Nice and comfy, at Her Majesty's leisure!" His attention turned to me a moment as he asked quietly, "Union Flag?"

I shrugged, "Late night conversations with our mutual friend."

The Doctor nodded, "Ah!" He was no longer jealous of the mysterious person, realizing I was staying with him and not this mysterious man. The Doctor then spoke to the room. "Anyway, I'm the Doctor and this is Faline, and you are?" He looked to Tommy, who seamed surprised to be noticed.

"Tommy," he said.

The Doctor shifted slightly closer to me, patting the couch on his other side. "Well, sit yourself down, Tommy." The Doctor then motioned to the chair for Rita to sit too. Our attention all turned to the television. "Have a look at this. I love telly, don't you?"

Tommy smiled, "Yeah, I think it's brilliant!"

The Doctor smiled, "Good man!" We all began to watch whatever had been on, something about fossils I guess. I wasn't paying much attention seeing as the Doctor had taken my hand and began rubbing small circles with his thumb. The Doctor talking to Tommy's father as he turned to check on him cut the silence. "Keep working Mr C!" The Doctor then turned to talk to Rita, speaking quietly so that Tommy's father didn't hear. "Now, why don't you tell me what's wrong?"

There was a pause before Rita reluctantly asked, "Did you say you were a doctor?"

"Yes I am," he said with a nod.

"Can you help her?" Rita asked almost desperately. "Oh please, can you help her, Doctor?"

Tommy's father overheard the last part and interrupted. "Now then Rita, I don't think the gentleman needs to know..."

The Doctor cut him off, "No, the gentleman does!"

Rita began to cry and I removed my hand from the Doctor's shifting forward in my seat. "Tell us what's wrong," I told her softly. Rita's sobs grew louder and she just shook her head helplessly. I stood and sat on the edge of her chair, slowly wrapping an arm around her. Going slow wasn't for her sake, it was for mine. I've never really dealt with crying unless it was my close friends and family. It wasn't something I was used to. "I'm sorry," I whispered to her. "Please tell us Rita. Please."

"Hold on a minute!" Tommy's father growled causing me to jump. "Queen and country's one thing, but this is my house!" He looked down at the flags in his hands, throwing them down. The Doctor propped his head on his forearm and balled fist. He appeared clam; but I could tell, from the time I've spent with and watched him, that he was restraining himself. "What the- what the hell am I doing? Now you listen here, Doctor! You may have fancy qualifications, but what goes on under my roof is my business!"

The Doctor then said as calmly as possible. "All the people are being bundled into-"

"I am talking!" Tommy's father shouted. Both Rita and I flinched away from the sound. I tightened my grip on her and she wrapped an arm around me. We both began giving the other comfort. I gave it to her because I could tell that with him as a husband she would need it. She gave it to me because I'm sure she could tell that I wasn't used to that sort of thing and that I was much younger, needing more protection then her from her husband.

The Doctor jumped up, his voice rising louder then Tommy's father's. He got right into his face growling, "And I'm not listening! Now you, Mr Connolly, are staring into a deep, dark PIT of trouble if you don't let me help." I was used to the Doctor, so I knew that unlike Tommy's father he could be no real threat to us even angered. However, both Tommy and Rita looked scared of the Doctor. I gave Rita a reassuring hug as the Doctor spoke. "So I'm ordering you - SIR! - to tell me what's going on!"

Tommy's father tried to think of something to say, but was stopped by the sound of banging coming from upstairs. I looked up at the ceiling. Tommy's father's voice was edged with fear as he said, "She wont stop." The banging continued, louder this time. I stood moving slightly closer to the Doctor. "She never stops." There was another bang causing me to jump and grab the Doctor's hand.

Tommy, finding the confidence to explain what was going on, spoke in a shaky voice. The Doctor and I turned to pay attention to him. As he spoke, Rita looked upset and embarrassed, while Tommy's father tried to regain some composure. "We started hearing stories, all round the place. People who've... changed. Families keeping it secret 'cause they were scared. The police started finding out. We don't know how, no one does. They just... turn up, come to the door and take 'em. Any time of the day or night."

"Show me," the Doctor said.

Tommy was the one to lead us upstairs. He led us to the room at the end of the hall. He opened the door slightly. "Gran?" he called. "It's Tommy." He opened the door wider, allowing the Doctor and I, and of course Rita and Tommy's father, to see inside the darkened room. "'S all right Gran, I've brought help." His grandmother stood by the window, a silhouette moving slowly towards us. Tommy moved a little further into the room. Tommy turned on the light. I had to keep myself from screaming. She had no face; all the features were gone, completely smoothed over. I grabbed the Doctor's hand. I felt so bad for the woman, but that didn't mean I wasn't scared of her. If it was a normal thing, if she were an alien then I'm sure I'd be fine. But she's human, so of course its kind of… okay very terrifying. And the fact that I can't remember anything other then the TVs are evil, is kind of bad.

"Her face is completely gone," the Doctor said with an air of fascination. He moved forward and scanned her with his sonic screwdriver. "Scarcely an electrical impulse left. Almost complete neural shutdown, she's ticking over, like her brain has been... wiped clean." He put the sonic screwdriver away, but still examined her face.

"What're we gonna do, Doctor?" Tommy asked. "We can't even feed her!"

We were interrupted by a crash from downstairs. A crash that sounded very much like the door being broken down. "Oh crap," I muttered.

Rita's eyes widened, "It's them, they've come for her!" Tommy's father was the only one pleased by this.

The Doctor turned to Rita and hurriedly asked, "What was she doing before this happened? Where was she?" Rita hesitated as the sound of heavy boots came from the stairs. "Tell me, quickly, think!"

"I can't think!" Tommy said. "She doesn't leave the house! She was just—" He was cut off by the entrance of a big, burly man and some other men.

The Doctor tried to buy some time. "Hold on a minute! There are three important, brilliant, and complicated reasons why you should listen to me. One, -" The burly man punched the Doctor in the face, hard. He collapsed, unconscious.

"Ten!" I cried. The men took the opportunity to throw a blanket over Tommy's grandmother and ushered her down the stairs as I knelt beside the Doctor, trying to wake him up.

"Leave her alone!" I heard Rita call. The men pushed Rita aside, leaving Tommy to catch her. I could hear Tommy's father rushing them to leave quicker.

Rita and Tommy ran down the stairs, trying to stop them while I tried to rouse the Doctor. "Come on! Ten, wake up!" I lightly slapped his cheeks, trying to get a reaction. "Damn it, Theta."

The Doctor suddenly sat up as if nothing had happened, almost colliding with me. "Ah, hell of a right hook! Have to watch out for that!" He quickly stood and practically threw himself out into the hall and down the stairs. I rushed after him.

However, we were both too late. The car holding the old woman drove off. Tommy's father blocked the doorway saying, "Don't fight it, back inside!"

The Doctor pushed past him and ran to the moped. "Faline, come on!" he called after me.

I would have followed if I didn't see it. Red, buzzing tendrils of electricity came from the television. Now, I know not to get any closer to them then how I was at the moment. But my mind was slowly going blank as I stared at the red lights. I could just vaguely hear Tommy's family speaking and the Doctor calling my name, but my attention was completely on the television. The tendrils were absorbed back into the television. I slowly moved closer. I knelt down in front of the television set, turning it around to see the red electricity still buzzing along the aerial. On the back of the television was a large label saying 'Magpie Electricals'.

"How did they find her?" I heard Tommy speak, coming closer to the living room. "Who told 'em?"

"You!" Tommy's father growled. I turned to see him glaring at me, angrier then I had seen him yet. "Get the hell out of my house!"

I practically leapt up. "I'm going. I'm going." I moved the television back to where it was. Moving it back was taking longer then the two seconds to move it forward. I wasn't just going to leave it, I found that rude.

A strong hand wrapped around my forearm, gripping it tightly. I was spun around to face Tommy's father, his face cherry red. "Get out," he growled.

This man terrified me; all rude and sarcastic comments left me at the sight of him looking so angry. "Y-yes sir, I was just-" I lightly tried to pull my arm away from him.

My head snapped to the side and my cheek stung. Oh my fucking god, that asshole just fucking slapped me. I glanced at Rita and Tommy through my hair. Tommy looked horrified that his father slapped me, and Rita looked like she knew it was coming but never expected him to actually hit me. Tommy's father tightened his grip on my arm and pulled me to his front door. "Get the hell out of my house!" he snarled.

My comments and courage came back. I turned to him and growled, "I hope to god that some day your wife stands up to you. You think your some big man for hitting a woman, but your not. One day your being a complete and utter asshole will come and bite you in the ass, and I fucking hope you mess with the wrong person so they show you what the fuck is wrong with you."

Tommy's father's eyes turned wild. He shoved me out of the house. I tripped down the front steps and landed pavement, my back hitting the curb painfully. The door slammed and I sighed heavily. God, I shouldn't have fucking said anything. I slowly sat up, looking to the house. I saw Tommy in the window, clearly not able to get outside. He looked at me and mouthed, are you all right? I nodded and smiled at him mouthing, I'm okay. He gave me a weak smile before leaving the window.

I looked around the street only to see that the Doctor was nowhere in sight. Fucking fantastic. I groaned. Now what the hell should I do? It only took me a few minutes to decide to find my way to 'Magpie Electricals'. I ended up going down the street, I didn't want to be anywhere near Tommy's father, and asked a man walking past with his daughter where that would be. His directions led me two blocks away.

Magpie Electricals stood with a large sign in the front and televisions sitting in both the front windows. I opened the door and walked in to see an older man, a man I assume to be Magpie, adjusting a TV set on the counter. He looked nervous as I entered. Well of course he would if he saw what was going on with the televisions he was selling. "Oh," he said. I could hear the nervousness in his voice. "I, I'm sorry miss, I'm afraid you're too late. I was just about to lock the door."

I shut the door behind me, staying anyway. "Oh," I frowned slightly. "Well I was wondering if I could buy one of your televisions."

"Come back tomorrow. Please," Magpie said.

"Wont you be closed, sir?" I asked.

Magpie seamed genuinely confused, "What?"

"The coronation sir, its tomorrow," I told him. Wow, I'm surprised I remember that.

Magpie nodded, "Yes, yes, of course. The big day." He tried to make me leave again but I just walked over to him. "I'm sure you'll find somewhere to watch it. Please go."

"It seams like half of London has a television, you're practically giving them away."

"I have my reasons," he replied.

I tilted my head, "May I ask what those reasons are?"

Before he could answer, one of the televisions on display tuned itself, and a fuzzy blue woman appeared on the screen. She kind of looked like she belonged on a cooking show from the 1980s. "Hungry! Hungry!"

"What is that?" I asked quickly, I tried to keep the slight fear from my voice… it didn't work so well.

"It's just a television," Magpie tried to brush it off. "One of these modern programmes. Now, I really do think you should leave! Right now!"

I frowned. "I'm sorry. I'm not leaving till you answer my questions. Why are you selling your televisions for so cheap?"

"It's my patriotic duty. Seems only right that as many folk as possible get to watch the coronation. We may be losing the Empire but we can still be proud! Twenty million people they reckon'll be watching! Imagine that!" I gave him a slight smile, though I wasn't convinced. Magpie's voice turned urgent, "And twenty million people can't be wrong, eh? So why don't you get yourself back home and get up, bright and early, for the big day?"

"Sorry," I said walking towards him slightly. "I'm not leaving until I've seen everything."

"I need to close," he insisted.

I frowned at him, "Mr. Magpie, something's happening out there. People are being changed by something not natural, and the only new things in their homes are televisions. Yours. What's going on?"

Magpie moved to the door. "I knew this would happen," he said giving up his whole 'patriotism' act. "I knew I'd be found out."

Magpie locked the door and I took a few steps away from him. Taking a deep breath I spoke, "Okay, its just you and me. Your going to come clean, then? What's really in it for you Mr. Magpie?"

"For me?" he asked. I nodded. "Perhaps some peace."

"Peace from what?"

"From HER," he glanced over at the woman on the television screen.

I followed his gaze. "But sir, that's just a woman on TV."

"What a pretty little girl," the woman on TV spoke.

I jumped slightly, staring at her. "You-you talked to me," I stated. After spending so much time with the Doctor and knowing all about the episode with Sally Sparrow and the Weeping Angels, I knew that it wasn't so far fetched.

"Yes - I'm talking to you, little one. Unseasonably chilly for the time of year, don't you think?"

"What are you?"

The woman smirked, "I'm the Wire. And I'm hungrrrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyy...!" She bared her teeth – pinkish purple bolts of electricity shot out of the screen and encompassed my face, sucking…

I screamed, trying to swat at the light, but my hands went right through. "Help!"

I could just barely hear Magpie say sadly, "Just think of that audience tomorrow, my dear..." I moaned as pain shocked through my body. "All sitting down to watch the coronation. Twenty million people. Things will never be the same again." He sounded close to tears now, "I'm sorry. So sorry."

"Help," I whispered. I closed my eyes for just a moment, and in that moment the Doctor popped into my head finding Rose faceless, like I was going to be. No, no I wasn't. "No," I whispered.

"What?" the Wire said shocked.

"No," I whispered louder. "No," my voice kept growing louder. "No, no, NO, NO!" I moved my head to the side and I fell, a gold light flashing before my eyes as the Wire screamed. I lay on the ground, looking at the tiled floor, keeping my eyes away from the Wire.

"What did you do?" Magpie asked me, terrified.

I didn't answer. The Wire kept screaming but I didn't dare to look at her. I jumped up, rushing to the door. Magpie, having walked away once it was locked, tried to stop me when I paused to unlock the door. I easily brushed the older man off, only feeling slightly bad, and tore the door open. Without much thought I ran down the street. The only thought in my head was to run, run away from the danger. Run to the only one that could help. Run to the Doctor.

I ran for as far and as long as I could before collapsing in the street, breathing heavily. Well, at least I know that I can run for as far as I did. If I ever needed to, and knowing the Doctor, I just might have to one day. Slowly I stood as I began to breath normally again. My heart still pounded, my throat stung horribly, and my legs throbbed but I ignored that. Especially when my eyes caught a young girl, perhaps just a bit older than me, wandering the street in a rose colored dress. She wasn't facing me, but I could tell that there was something wrong.

"Excuse me," I said, my voice rough and scratchy. "Are you alright?" As I moved towards her, I could see that just like Tommy's grandmother from earlier she was missing her face. A van pulled up beside her and immediately placed a hood over her head and led her into the van.

One of the men, clearly a police officer saw me standing there, staring. I suppose I looked a bit of a mess. My dress was dirty, my hair a mess from running, I'm sure my face was bruised from both Tommy's father and the Wire. "Miss," he said. "Are you alright?"

"I-," I paused. What the hell was I going to say? Well, seeing as I saw him reach for his cuffs, probably thinking I had something to do with it, I might as well get myself taken. I remember now that the Doctor ended up seeing Rose not too soon after her face had been … taken. So might as well go with them. "She was just walking and – my god!" I started to cry hysterically. I'm surprised I was able to do that, but then again what I had just been through might have helped. "She- she has no face!"

"It's alright miss," the officer said. "Why don't you come with us? We'll take you somewhere safe?"

I nodded. The second officer closed the back of the van and the first led me to the front, where I was gestured to sit in the middle. I did so, but not without becoming paranoid first. You never know with people, they can do anything. It made me think of the show Supernatural, how ghosts/demons/supernatural creatures are easier to understand then humans. Humans are unpredictable and cruel. There are a few, like those who the Doctor chooses as companions, that outshine the others. But the others still exist.

"Miss?" a voice filtered through my thoughts. My mind cleared and I saw that we had stopped and the officer was holding the door open for me.

"Oh," I said. "Sorry." I scooted out of the cab, following the men as they led the faceless girl.

We made out way into a building and down a few halls before the officer knocked on a door. He opened it saying, "Found another one, sir." They ushered the young girl in and I followed slowly.

The Doctor's eyes widened taking in my appearance, "Faline." He rushed to me, cradling my face with his warm hands. I flinched slightly when he put pressure on my bruised cheek. His grip softened slightly. He kept looking me over. "What happened?" he asked.

I looked at the girl, not listening as the other men spoke, ignoring the two of us. "That was supposed to be me, left in the street, with no face."

"What?" he asked. I could hear the hint of anger in his voice.

Tears began to drip down my cheeks. "Doctor," I almost whispered. "Something happened."

"What?" he asked again, this time softer. He wiped away my tears. "Tell me."

"I made it stop," I told him softly. "The Wire, the one turning people faceless, tried to get me." I noticed the Doctor flinch slightly, but I knew I had to keep talking, to tell him. "But something happened. There was a flash of … of a certain gold light." The Doctor's eyes widened. "And it screamed, and stopped. And I ran." I looked right into his eyes and asked with a whimper, "What's wrong with me?"

The Doctor wrapped his arms around me, kissing the top of my head. "Nothing, nothing I cant fix."

"Because you can fix anything, right?" I said softly into his chest, his hearts thundering in my ear.

I could almost hear the smirk in his voice, "Of course."

The two of us became very quiet as he held close. We could hear the man the Doctor had been with saying, "That's unusual, that's the first one out in the open. Heaven help us if something happens in public tomorrow for the big day, we'll have Torchwood on our back, make no mistake."

"They did what?" the Doctor asked, his voice dark as he moved away from hugging me but kept his arm tightly wrapped around my waist. I could tell the fact that it was supposed to be me was hitting him.

"I'm sorry?" he asked.

The Doctor forced himself to be calm as he asked, "They left her where?"

"Just … in the street," the man said.

"In the street," the Doctor said. "They left her in the street. They took her face and just chucked her out and left her in the street. And as a result, that makes things... simple. Very, very simple. Do you know why?"

"No…" the man said.

The Doctor released me and moved slightly closer to the man, almost shouting. "Because NOW, Detective Inspector Bishop, there is no power on this Earth that can stop me. Come on!" And without a moments hesitation he grabbed my hand and we made our way to the door. The Doctor leaned towards me and said, "I want you to go to the TARDIS."

I shook my head. He opened his mouth to say something but I interrupted him. "I cant leave you now Ten. I don't think I'd be able to hold myself together without you right beside me." Another tear rolled down my cheek and I rubbed it away. Fucking emotions.

The Doctor stared at me for a moment before nodding, kissing my forehead. "Alright."

The man, Bishop came up beside us as we burst out of the building into the dawn sunlight. When the hell did the day change? Last time I noticed it was at least 5-6 pm. "The big day dawns…" Bishop said. The Doctor and I said nothing only continue moving on.

-x-x-x-

We ended back up at Tommy's house. The Doctor knocked on the door and I made sure to stand behind him and Bishop rather then let the young boys father see me. The door opened and I flinched, please don't let it be Tommy's father. When Tommy came into view I released the breath I was holding. "Tommy, talk to me," the Doctor said. Tommy stepped outside the door, closing it behind him. He looked at me and opened his mouth to say something but closed it when I shook my head at him. The Doctor couldn't know about the boy's father yet, if at all. "I need to know exactly what happened inside your house."

The door was opened violently by Tommy's father. I flinched and moved behind the Doctor completely, grabbing the back of his jacket. I could see him glance at me from the corner of his eye. But I ignored that, focusing on Tommy's father. The man glared down at his son, "What the blazes do you think you're doing?"

"I wanna help, dad," Tommy said. I gave a slight smirk, good boy standing up to his abusive father.

"Mr. Connolly…" the Doctor said warningly.

The man turned his glare to the Doctor now, "Shut your face, you. Whoever you are. We can handle this ourselves." He turned back to Tommy. "Listen you, little twerp. You're hardly out of the bloomin' cradle, so I don't expect you to understand. But I've got a position to maintain." We all watched as he yelled at his son. His growing voice forced me to grab the Doctor's hand and try to meld myself into his back. The Doctor only squeezed my hand and tensed, I'm sure he could now guess where the bruises came from. "People round here respect me. It MATTERS what people THINK."

"Is that why you did it, dad?" Tommy asked.

His father was taken aback, "What d'you mean? Did what?"

Tommy frowned, "You ratted on gran. How else would the police know where to look? Unless some coward told them..."

Anger filled the man's voice, "How DARE you? You think I fought a war just so a mouthy little scum like you could call me a coward?"

"You don't get it, do you? You fought AGAINST fascism, remember? People telling you how to live - who you could be friends with - who you could fall in love with - who could live and who had to die. Don't you get it? You were fighting so that little twerps like me could DO what we want. SAY what we want. Now you've become just like them. You've been informing on everyone, haven't you? Even gran. All to protect your precious reputation."

Rita, having heard all the commotion, joined us. "Eddie… is that true?"

"I did it for US, Rita!" he tried to defend himself. "She was FILTHY. A filthy, disgusting THING."

"She's my mother," Rita said shocked. "All the others - you informed on all the people in our street - our friends."

"I had to." He flailed slightly. "I did the right thing…!"

Rita practically glared at her husband, "The right thing for us... or for you, Eddie?" He stared at her and she turned to her son. "You go, Tommy. You go with the Doctor and Faline and do some good. Get away from this house. It's poison. We had a ruddy monster under this roof, all right, but it weren't my mother!" Close to tears, she went back inside, slamming the door in her husbands face.

There was a moment of silence, in which I could see Tommy's father begin to shake. He suddenly rounded on us and his attention focused on me. "You," he growled causing me to flinch. "You put all those ideas in her head, you little bitch." He made a move to come at me and I took a step back, away from the Doctor but more importantly him.

The Doctor shielded me completely and glared at him. I shook at the fury in his voice. "You are never going to touch her again." He then brought his arm up and punched him in the nose suddenly. Tommy's father slammed back into the front door, his hands moving to clutch his face. The Doctor turned to me and wrapped his arm securely around my waist. He kissed the top of my head before the two of us started to walk away. We paused when the Doctor called, "Tommy?" asking if the boy was actually coming with us. Tommy followed, along with Bishop who said nothing about the Doctor punching the older man. I suppose he could tell from what the Doctor said and the bruise forming on my cheek that Tommy's father was the cause.

The streets were busy as people prepared for a street party in honor of the Queen. The Doctor kept me close to his side, our hands clasped together, as we walked with Tommy and Bishop down the street. "Tommy," the Doctor said suddenly after our little walk of silence. "Tell me about that night. The night she changed."

"She was just watching the telly," Tommy said.

The Doctor then looked up at the TV aerials on the buildings surrounding us. "You said it Faline," he said. "Right away you guessed it. All these aerials in one little street – how come?"

"Bloke up the road, Mr. Magpie, he's selling them cheap," Tommy answered.

The Doctor almost sprang forward but I tugged him back. He turned to me as I stayed completely still. "Faline?"

I stood on my tiptoes and whispered to him, "Magpie is helping the Wire."

A dark look passed the Doctor's face as he nodded. "Come on," he tugged me slightly and I followed him after a moment, knowing the Doctor was going to take care of me.

-x-x-x-

We stood outside of Magpie's shop. The Doctor picked up a large stone and handed it to me, knowing I needed to do this right now. I shook slightly as I lifted it and threw it through the window, the glass shattering. Bishop immediately protested, "Here, you cant do that—" The Doctor and I ignored him. The Doctor opened the door, keeping his arm tight around my waist, as we made our way straight to the counter. "Shop?" the Doctor yelled. He pressed the bell on the counter repeatedly. "If you're here, come out and talk to me! MAGPIE?"

"Maybe he's out," Tommy said.

The Doctor nodded, "Looks like it…" He moved away from me, only around the counter though. He began rifling through the drawers. He pulled out a device that looked like a cross between a portable radio and TV. "Oh, hello... this isn't right. This is very much not right." He licked. I glanced at Tommy and Bishop to see them staring at him with wide eyes. "Tastes like iron. Bakelite," the Doctor said.

"Must you always lick strange things?" I asked.

The Doctor placed the object on the counter and smiled at me. "Yes," he said making me smile back.

I leaned across the counter, "So what's the verdict?"

"Its put together with human hands," he said. "But the design itself…" he scanned it with the sonic screwdriver. "Oh, beautiful work. That is so simple."

"That's incredible," Bishop said as I leaned off the table, now remembering he and Tommy were there. "It's like a television, but portable. A portable television!"

The Doctor rose his sonic screwdriver, pointing it around the room – the televisions turned on to static. I flinched and moved to stand beside the Doctor, his arm settled around my waist again. "It's not the only power source in this room..." he said. As the screwdriver whirred, the static gradually faded away and on each screen there was a different face – the faces of the people who were taken by the Wire. They all looked terrified, mouthing pleas for help. My heart hammered in my chest; that was supposed to be me. I was going to be on one of those screens pleading for help.

"Gran?" Tommy asked. He looked horrified as he spotted his grandmother on one of screens.

The Doctor, noticing how heavy I was breathing, kissed the top of my head. "Its alright," He whispered. "I'm here." That little statement was enough to calm me slightly. Knowing that the Doctor was there, and I knowing that he would do anything to keep me or any companion safe.

Just then Mr. Magpie entered from the back of the shop. "What do you think you're doing?"

The Doctor released my waist, moving to stand in front of me as he confronted Mr. Magpie. "I want all of these people restored and I think that's beyond a little backstreet electrician so tell me, who's really in charge here?" Magpie flinched at his anger, I would to if it was pointed at me.

"Yoohoo!" I flinched, oh god no. "I think that must be me." I saw as the Wire appeared on one of the screens. The Doctor turned to her, clearly surprised. "Ooh, this one's smart as paint." The Doctor approached the Wire while holding his hand back at me, silently telling me to stay where I was. And I wasn't going to disagree with him.

"Is she talking to us?" Bishop asked.

"Sorry gentlemen," Magpie said. He glanced at me fearfully but said nothing. Well, I like the old man a little more. "I'm... I'm afraid you've brought this on yourselves. May I introduce you to my new... friend."

The Wire smiled, "Jolly nice to meet you."

Bishop's eyes widened, "Oh my God, it's her, that woman off the telly."

The Doctor shook his head, "No, it's just using her image."

"What... what are you?" Tommy asked.

"I'm the Wire, and I will gobble you up, pretty boy. Every last morsel. And when I have feasted, I shall regain the corporeal body, which my fellow-kind denied me." The black and white television gradually colorized.

"Good Lord - colour television!" Bishop said.

"So your own people tried to stop you?" the Doctor asked.

"They executed me," the Wire said. "But I escaped - in this form - and fled across the stars."

"And now you're trapped in the television."

The smirk faded from the Wire's face, and with it, the color from the television. "Not for much longer."

"Is this what got my gran?" Tommy asked.

"Yes, Tommy," the Doctor said. "It feeds off the electrical activity of the brain, but it gorges itself like a great overfed pig. Taking people's faces, their essences, it stuffs itself."

Bishop spoke up, "And you let her do it, Magpie."

The old man quickly tried to defend himself saying, "I had to! She allowed me my face! She's promised to release me at the time of manifestation."

Tommy frowned, "What does that mean?"

I then spoke up saying, "She plans on using the coronation."

The Wire looked at me and hissed, though before the Doctor interrupted her. "For the first time in history, millions gathered around a television set." He approached her, gloating. "But you're not strong enough yet, are you? You can't do it all from here. That's why you need this!" He produced the portable television device that he had licked earlier. "You need something more powerful! This will turn a big transmitter into a big receiver."

"What a clever thing you are!" the Wire said. "But why fret about it? Why not just relax? Kick off your shoes and enjoy the coronation. Believe me - you'll be glued to the screen."

Lines of that familiar red sparking light suddenly began to pull at their faces - the Doctor, Tommy, and Bishop. "Doctor!" Tommy, Bishop, and I cried.

"Hungry! Hungry! The Wire is hungry! Ah! This one is tasty. Oh! I'll have lashings of him! Delicious! Ah!" The Doctor slowly pulled out his sonic screwdriver, with great effort. I went to help him. "Stop her!" the Wire commanded. Magpie grabbed me from behind, keeping me from my Doctor. For an old man, he's pretty strong… or I'm really weak. The Wire just then noticed the sonic. "Armed! He's armed and clever! Withdraw! Withdraw!" She severed the connection between herself and them; all three fell to the floor. I waited a moment seeing that they didn't move to get up. "The box, Magpie! The box!" Magpie released me and took the box from where it had fallen to the floor. He held it up to the Wire while I moved to the Doctor. I turned him slightly, so he was on his back. He still had his face, thank god. I placed my head against his chest, he was breathing that much I could tell. But I had to be sure his hearts were working. I listened closely and I could hear the beautiful sound of his two hearts thundering in his chest. The four consecutive beats that meant so much to us all. "Hold tight…" I could hear the wire say. I glanced back and saw that the Wire jumped via a red light into the portable television. "Conduct me to my victory, Magpie." Magpie then quickly rushed out the door. Thankfully the four of us were forgotten, well not so much Bishop seeing as he was now missing his face.

"Doctor," I said softly to the now silent room. "Doctor, please wake up." His breathing change just slightly, and I quickly moved out of the way to avoid being hit in the face. I hit him on the shoulder.

"Ow!" he whined. "What was the for?"

I gave him a look. "Because you keep scaring me!"

At least he had the decency to look somewhat ashamed. The Doctor leaned forward and kissed my forehead, "Sorry."

Our moment ended when we heard Tommy groan, "What happened?"

The Doctor quickly focused his attention back on me. "Where's Magpie?"

"He left," I told him as we all got up and rushed outside, hoping that we could see him still diving off. But there was no one there.

Tommy frowned, "We don't even know where to start looking - it's too late."

The Doctor shook his head, "It's never too late, as a wise person once said - Kylie I think... But the Wire's got a big plan... so it'll need... yes, yes, yes, it's got to harness half the population... millions and millions of people... and where are we?"

I glanced around. I couldn't help and tell him where we were, but maybe it would help. "Muswell Hill," Tommy said.

"Muswell Hill," the Doctor repeated. "Muswell Hill! Which means..." He looked around erratically until he stopped, seeing a large building on the horizon. He gestured at it with both hands. "Alexandra Palace - biggest TV transmitter in North London! Ohh! That's why they chose this place! Tommy?"

"What are you going to do?" Tommy asked.

The Doctor grabbed my hand and then ran inside Magpie's store saying, "We're going shopping." The Doctor began rushing around the shop grabbing things and handing them to me so he could build… whatever it is he wanted to build. My arms were filled with what seamed to be random, useless things.

"Is this what you want?" Tommy asked holding up something else.

The Doctor smiled, "Perfect! Right, I need one more thing." He gave the device to me before rushing around again. It only took him a moment before he began to head outside, taking a few things from me as he passed. "Got it," he said, "let's go."

As we ran the Doctor took things from Tommy and I to build whatever it was he needed to build. It took us at least ten minutes of running before Tommy finally called out saying, "There." We looked up to see Magpie on a pylon, trying to… plug the Wire in I believe.

"Come on!" the Doctor handed me something as we ran towards the building.

However, a… police officer I believe, stopped us. "Woah, Woah, woah! Where do you think-" the Doctor showed him his psychic paper. "Oh! I'm sorry sir! Shouldn't you be at the coronation?"

"They're saving me a seat," The Doctor said as we kept moving, having barely stopped.

As we rounded the corner Tommy had the chance to ask, "Who did he think you were?"

The Doctor quickly glanced at the psychic paper, "King of Belgium, apparently."

-x-x-x-

We were inside the building; watching the Doctor rush around gathering the equipment he needed. Tommy stood in front of a video machine and television screen. "Keep it switched on," the Doctor told him. "Don't let anyone stop you, Tommy. Everything depends on it. You understand?" Tommy nodded. The Doctor turned to me; he looked ready to tell me something. However, he just grabbed my hand and we both ran. I knew what he was going to say, he was going to ask me to stay, but stopped himself knowing that I was going to fight him tooth and nail at the moment.

The Doctor pulled me around the corner, past the confused officer, the magnetic recording tape from around his waist fluttered behind him, sometimes hitting my bare legs. He ran up the metal stairs and then began climbing up the transmitter, following Magpie. I stayed down at the bottom when he glanced at me, our eyes meeting. He knew that I wasn't going to be able to climb that transmitter without freaking out, remembering my fear of heights. But he knew that at the moment I needed to see him, to remember that I wasn't left alone and that I was safe. Damn me, god. I sound like such a little bitch.

"You'll get yourself killed up there! Your Majesty!" the officer yelled.

I looked up at the top to see Magpie had reached the main plug. "Feed me!" I could hear the Wire yell. Magpie made a slight motion, more then likely plugging in the Wire. I glanced at the surrounding houses, seeing their tv aerials sparking with red electricity. "Oh! Feast! Feast… ing! The Wire… is feasting!" I could hear people screaming. The officer turned and ran towards the screaming while I wrapped my arms around myself for invisible protection. I saw Magpie say something, but couldn't hear it. Well, they were around fifty feet in the air, so it was understandable that I couldn't hear everything but what reached my ears next terrified me. "I shall consume you… Doctor," the Wire said. The Doctor was then blasted in the face with a red light. My heart hurt when he cried out.

"No!" I shouted.

"I wont let you do this, Magpie!" the Doctor was able to shout over his pain.

"Help me Doctor!" Magpie cried. "It burns! It took my face - my soul!"

"You cannot stop the Wire. Soon I shall become manifest."

The Doctor was blasted again with the red light. "No more of this!" Magpie cried. "You promised me peace!"

"And peace you shall have." Magpie was blown into thousands of particles with the red light. The Wire laughed as he screamed and died.

The Doctor tried to touch the portable TV but was zapped by red sparks on his hand. "Been burning the candle at both ends? You've overextended yourself missus. You shouldn't have had a crack at poor old Magpie there." The Doctor picked up the TV as he was zapped in the foot. "Rubber souls! Swear by them!" I smirked. Go Converse. I watched as the Doctor began moving. However, I could hear the sparks coming from the machine.

"Oh dear! Has our little plan gone horribly wrong, Doctor?" the Wire laughed.

There were a few tense moments before the light beams retreated from the pylons, right back into the Wire's portable television. She writhed and wailed in pain, her plans thwarted. "Its closed down, I'm afraid- and no epilogue," the Doctor said. There was one last piercing shriek from the Wire. The Doctor was still for a long moment as silence followed. The Doctor then began to climb down the pylon. When he reached the bottom he turned to me and barely had to say anything before my arms were wrapped tightly around his neck. His arms flew around my waist, almost lifting me up.

"Don't scare me like that again," I whispered to him.

"No promises," the Doctor said making me laugh. We both knew that I was going to get scared like that again. This was the Doctor we were talking about, every companion got scared when with him. It was part of the job description. He unwrapped on of his arms, keeping the other wrapped around my waist as we walked to where Tommy stood, watching the coronation on one of the screens. "What have we missed?" the Doctor asked.

Tommy spun around, clearly startled. "Doctor! What happened?"

"Sorted," he said. "Electrical creature, TV technology, clever alien life form - that's me by the way. I turned the receiver back into a transmitter and I trapped the Wire in here." He held up the video in his other hand. "I just invented the home video 30 years earlier. Betamax." I laughed. Of course he did, I mean he invented the Banana Daiquiri in Victorian London. The Doctor smirked at me, before turning his attention to the television, the coronation footage still playing. "Oh look! God save the Queen, eh?"

-x-x-x-

We silently walked down Tommy's street. Reveling in our victory I suppose. At least it was peaceful, excluding the part where the streets were filled with people walking around and meeting loved ones, whose faces had been returned. "Gran!" Tommy called spotting the elderly woman.

She smiled. "Look, it's my grandson! Oh son!" Tommy ran to his grandmother and hugged the older woman tightly. I smiled softly, silently missing my own grandmother. While I was thinking of my lost family, the Doctor tightened his grip on me kissing the top of my head. I looked up at him and smiled.

The Doctor unwrapped his arm and took my hand as we walked down the street. People had set up booths and tables filled with food. It was a giant party on the streets. It was actually kind of beautiful to look at, seeing all these people together to celebrate the same thing. "This is amazing," I said looking around the street.

The Doctor smiled at me and said, "This is history right here."

As we passed a table someone handed him two small cakes saying, "For you and your lovely lady." We didn't really have the chance to correct them before they moved on, handing cakes to other people. But, would we have created him? Are we in a relationship like that?

The Doctor just handed me one of the small cakes before taking a bite of his own. Frosting stuck to the tip of his nose causing me to laugh. "What?" he asked, turning to me, making me laugh more. "What?" I pointed to the tip of his nose and he crossed his eyes to look at it.

"I got it," I said letting go of his hand and wiping away the frosting while laughing. The Doctor wrapped his arm around my waist, keeping me close to him. I blushed looking up at his dark brown eyes staring at me. "What?" I asked softly.

He leaned down and kissed me softly. It was probably the sweetest kiss we'd ever had. Filled with more emotion then our first. When he pulled back I could practically feel my heart pounding in my chest, hitting my rib cage. I looked at him both dazed and confused. "You are," he said. I titled my head, what? "My lovely lady," he said in almost a whisper. I could hear what was behind those words, that I was his… best way to put it would be girlfriend. Though the way he said it… it sounded much more then that.

I blushed lightly and looked down. The Doctor laughed and kissed my forehead. I lifted my head and decided to change the subject, "So, the Wire's trapped on that video for good now?"

The Doctor smirked down at me, understanding my change of subject. Not because it wasn't something that I didn't want… but rather because I was way too shy to talk about it. "Hope so. Just to be on the safe side though, I'll use my unrivaled knowledge of trans temporal extirpation methods to neutralise the residual electronic pattern."

"And that in English?" I smiled.

"I'm going to tape over it," he said.

I laughed, "That shouldn't be too hard."

As I laughed we ended up right beside Tommy. "Tell you what Tommy," the Doctor said, "you can have the scooter. Little present. Best... um... keep it in the garage for a few years though, eh?"

Tommy glanced over his shoulder to see his father walking down the street with his suitcase as his wife embraced her mother. "Good riddance," he said.

"Is that it then, Tommy?" The Doctor asked. "New monarch, new age, new world - no room for a man like Eddie Connelly."

Tommy nodded. "That's right. He deserves it."

I glanced between, knowing that even though I didn't like him Tommy still loved his father somewhere inside. I know that even though I hated my real father, I couldn't completely hate him because he was the man that was there when I was born. "Tommy," I said. "Go after him."

Tommy looked at me surprised. "What for?"

"Because he's your dad," I said. "I may not like him, and he may not be the greatest… but you wouldn't be here without him."

"He's an idiot," Tommy said. "And he hurt you."

I felt the Doctor stiffen beside me. "That may be so Tommy. But he's your dad. And you are clever. Clever enough to save the world so don't stop there. Go on!" Convinced, Tommy ran to join his dad. They walked side by side and Tommy took his dad's bag from him. They continued down the street together. I smiled before the Doctor handed me a drink, I didn't know what it was… until I took a sip and noticed that it was a screwdriver. I smirked at him and clinked our glasses together.

The Doctor took a sip and almost spat it back out, clearly not knowing that it was alcoholic. "What?" he asked at the drink surprised. "Are you even old enough to drink?" he asked seeing me take a sip.

I laughed before taking another sip. "No," I said. "Can you even handle it?" I asked.

"Of course I can," he said.

I smirked. "Really, because I seem to recall you looking very plastered when you came to save Rose, Mickey, and I from the clockwork guys."

"I was not!" he said, with a slight smirk.

"Liar!" I laughed. "You invented the Banana Daiquiri. You and bananas plus alcohol? Even I know it's a bad mix."

The Doctor smirked at me before downing the rest of his drink. "Lets see then." I laughed as he went back at got two more. Well, this will be fun.

END

A/N:

Im so sorry it took me so long to update. I feel horrible about it. This was one of the chapters that was just hard to get though. And then life caught up with me. I've been trying to get better but clearly I haven't. I never want to get to this point again, so get on my ass about updating. I dont care if you have to cuss me out, updates remind me to type.

I'm also sorry that I havent responded to any of my PMs. I feel horrible about all of this, and I hope this chapter can try to make up for it. And I promise that I'll get the next chapter out within the month.

AGAIN, I am so sorry I made all of you wait so long for this.