"Doctor! Doctor, the trap!" Kayla yelled at the Time Lord.
"Where's he gone? Can you see him?" the Doctor shouted back from a different room in the warehouse he and Kayla were currently chasing an alien in.
"There he is! Stop - no! Watch out! There!" Kayla called to the Doctor as the alien ran past her and the Doctor went chasing after it, only to pause at the sight of the straight corridor veering off into two directions, left or right.
Running a hand through his hair, the Doctor whirled back around and stared at Kayla, "Where?" he yelled at Kayla.
Suddenly seeing the alien run down the hallway to the right, Kayla pointed at it and started to jump up and down, "Right! Right!" Seeing the Doctor hesitate, Kayla grabbed the Time Lord's hand and pulled him down the hallway, only to crouch behind a turn as the alien sniffed at the door.
"Someone's there." She hissed to the Doctor.
"Shouldn't we help them?" the Doctor whispered back.
Kayla shook her head, "Let's see what they do first." She suggested just as the door opened and the alien growled loudly and then roared –
"That's what it did. It went RRROOOOAAAAAAAAARRR! And if you think that was the most exciting day of my life - wait 'til you hear the rest. Oh boy..." a man, sitting alone in his bedroom, shook his head at the camera, "So there I was, with that thing going RAAAAH!" he continued.
As the alien stalked towards the mysterious man, the Doctor, using Kayla's Vortex Manipulator that she had brought, somehow got a pork chop and appeared directly behind the door, holding the meant just beyond the alien's relief, "Here, boy! Eat the food! C'mon, look at the lovely food! Isn't' that nice? Isn't it? Yes it is!" the Time Lord practically cooed at the large alien.
Turning to face the Doctor, Kayla took the opportunity to hiss over at the man, "Get out of here, quickly!" she warned.
"Have some, boy! Wouldn't you like a porky-choppy then?" the Doctor continued, waving the pork chop at the alien. Turning his head to address the man, the Doctor waved his free hand widely, "She said run!"
And then Kayla came running back, yelling something along the lines of "I GOT THE BUCKET!" and poured steaming liquid from a blue bucket, causing the alien to roar and rub at his eyes.
"Wrong one! You made it worse!" the Doctor yelled at Kayla.
The brunette rolled her eyes, "You said blue!" she retorted.
The Doctor frowned, "I said 'not blue!'" he yelled back just as the monster spotted Kayla.
Frowning Kayla started to back up slowly, "I'm just gonna go now." She stated before turning and breaking into a full out sprint.
What followed was one of the weirdest chases that the Doctor and Kayla had been in. Following the style of Scooby Doo, the Time Lord and Lady ran through different rooms to try and get away from the alien, "Hold on...don't I know you?" the Doctor finally asked the mysterious man, only for the man to run away in…fear?
Of course, this confusion didn't stop them, and soon Kayla and the Doctor were in the TARDIS and sailing off.
"You can't imagine it - the Doctor's machine - the most beautiful sound in the world." The man tried to explain to his camera, "Yet that wasn't the first time I met the Doctor - and it certainly wasn't the last - Ohhh no. I just put that bit at the beginning because it's a brilliant opening. But...erm...this is the story of me, and my encounters with alien life-forms. But be warned, because it is gonna get scarrrrry." As he spoke, he leaned into the camera and barred his teeth, "I- I need a remote control zoom, I'm having to do that with the lean - the scarrrrry. But look, don't worry, 'cos it's not just me sitting here talking - Ohhh no."
Now the man, holding his camera, pointed towards a mousey looking girl, "That's Ursula on camera." The man narrated.
Ursula waved a gloved hand and waved it, a smile spreading across her face, "Hello!" she greeted cheerfully.
"My good friend, Ursula Blake, and my brand-new camera." The man continued, his voice holding more than a hint of pride.
Suddenly, the camera was moved rather quickly, blurring everything until it focused on a beige-colored terraced house in the middle of the street. Once again, the camera shifted to show the man standing in front of said building, "That was my family home, down there." He explained, "I did try, but there's two women live there now and they're a bit...severe." with a grimace, he shook his head, "So... never mind. But that - is where it all started. That's when I first met the Doctor."
It was an ordinary home that Elton remembered. He had had a mother and a father and they had loved each other and him very much. But now, going back to that night, the night he had first met the Doctor, all he could remember was going down the stairs. He was doing that for some reason, a reason he didn't remember.
Then he had traveled through the living room. That made sense for the living room was directly connected with the stairs.
And then, still in the living room, he had seen him. The Doctor. The man was looking down on the young boy with an odd expression on his face.
"So what happened? Elton, tell me. Why was he there?" Ursula asked sweetly, her head tilted as she looked at the man – Elton apparently.
Elton shrugged, "I don't know. I - I still don't know. All those years ago..." for a moment, there was silence as the man struggled to remember, but with a frustrated sigh, he waved his hand in front of the camera and cut off the film.
Now back in his bedroom, Elton leaned back in his office chair, "OK, first thing's first, my name is Elton. Er...not to be confused with –" he frowned, his mind flashing to Elton John playing at a piano in his flashy clothes, "I left school, got a job, Transport Manager, Rated Logistics, modest little haulage company, perfectly normal life, and then...it all went mad."
It was a normal night that Elton found himself shopping, "Two years ago, I was in town, I was stocking up. You know, nothing special, all the usual stuff, when all of a sudden..." as Elton passed a shop window, a normal shop dummy raised its arm and broke through the glass. Stopping in shock, Elton could only move his swiveled his head around to see all the other windows getting smashed by the dummies, and, to make matters worse, the dummies were stomping out of the windows!
Remembering that day very clearly, Elton couldn't help but shake his head, "Shop window dummies! Come to life!" he exclaimed.
Elton did the obvious thing that night, he got the hell out of that area, nearly risking life and limb while doing so. Those dummies were terrifying, after all.
"I survived...obviously..." Elton said, hoping that he sounded ominous.
On a different day, about a year from the shopping dummies night, Elton was walking down a busy street, doing his normal, day – to – day business, when Elton couldn't help but notice something…., "Twelve months later, I'm back in town. I'm up west, looking for a new suit, something nice and smart, when I hear this plane overhead."
At a loud humming noise, Elton glanced up at the sky in confusion as did the others on the street, which allowed them all to see the large alien spaceship ejecting a cloud of black smoke as it veered through the sky, taking off a good portion of Big Ben before going lower and lower. Horrified and shocked, the shoppers and Elton could only stare in horror.
Once again, Elton could only shake his head, "But it wasn't over yet, 'cos then...Christmas Day..."
Elton was sleeping peacefully. He hadn't gone out partying, like most, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy the aspect of sleeping in, "I'm in bed fast asleep, nice and cozy, quarter to eight in the morning, when all of a sudden –"
His window, a large window right by his bed and therefore his head, exploded, and Elton's eyes snapped open.
To make sure that everyone got the message, Elton gestured his hands outwards, "SMASH!" he yelled before he gestured to his bed, "And I was stuck in bed, right, 'cos there was glass everywhere! And I was barefoot! I had to invent a rudimentary pulley system, just to reach my boots! And by the time I'd done that..."
Finally wearing shoes, Elton peered out his window to see a giant spaceship that looked like a mountain hovering over the sky. So he did the obvious thing, his mouth fell opened and he gaped at the spaceship like a monkey.
"And that's when it all started happening. That's how I met Ursula-"
At the park, Elton sat next to Ursula on a bench, listening to the woman intently, "His name is the Doctor, and hers is a mystery.
For the first time since he had started speaking, Elton frowned, "That's how I met Victor Kennedy –"
Mr. Kennedy, a horrible fellow, was moving his hand to strike Elton, "You stupid man!" he berated.
"That's how I met Ianto Jones –"
A younger man with brown hair was smocking a cigarette on the side of a building, "So, you got wrapped up with Kayla Harkness and the Doctor." The mysterious man said, his voice making Elton whirl around and stare at him.
"That's how I met Rose."
A blond wrinkled her nose, "That woman, Kayla, stole my boyfriend."
"And that's how I finally met the Doctor - and realized the truth."
Once again, Elton relieved that night he had gone down the stairs and into the living room, only this time, the Doctor wasn't alone, a blurry shape was behind him.
A headache building, Elton placed his head on the desk and watched out of the corner of his eye as the camera light faded out.
When he had gotten back together, Elton hurriedly wiped at his face and sniffled quickly, "Um, I should say, this isn't my whole life. It's not all...spaceships and stuff, 'cos I'm into all sorts of things. Er...I like football...I like a drink...I like Spain, and if there's one thing I really love, Jeff Lynne and the Electric Light Orchestra - 'cos you can't beat a bit of ELO."
With hindsight, he probably shouldn't have left his camera on while he danced to 'Mr. Blue Sky,' that had been awkward to realize, especially with Ursula seeing him do the air drums and guitar…awkward.
"So - great big spaceship hanging over London. Imagine the theories." Elton started as he turned the camera on.
When Elton had started to type his password into his computer, he barely had any time to jump back as sparks and smoke flew from the computer just before the monitor exploded inside, "The Internet was on meltdown. But I kept on digging. Something was going on - ohhh yes."
But like all smart people, Elton still got onto the internet. And that was how he found a small, completely genius website entitled 'MY INVASION BLOG.' But the name wasn't what caught Elton's attention. Instead, it was the picture of him, the man from his childhood nightmares and a brunette with her hand on the man's shoulder as she looked behind them.
"And then one day, on some obscure little blog by someone called Ursula Blake, it was like a chance in a million. It was him - it was that man again but the photo was new, it was taken on Christmas Day but Christmas just gone. And he looked exactly the same."
He arranged to meet Ursula at the park, which he did. As soon as Elton met her, he knew that they were going to be great friends, especially when she sat down with him on a bench and explained everything, "His name is the Doctor, and hers is a mystery
Elton's brow furrowed in confusion, "Doctor what? And who's the girl?"
Ursula just shrugged, "That's all anyone knows. On Christmas Day I was taking photos all over the place. I went mad with it all - spaceships and lasers and everything. We all went to Trafalgar Square that night, 'cos everyone was celebrating - just being alive. And I snapped them in passing, that's all. They was just some couple. I didn't realize they were significant, until Mr. Skinner pointed it out."
"Who's Mr. Skinner?" Elton asked.
At the question, Ursula positively beamed, "Oh, there's a few of us. The Inner Sanctum, all studying this Doctor. And, if it's a slow week then we try to find out who that girl is as well.
Feeling as if he might explode with the joy of knowing there where others like him, Elton slid closer to Ursula on the bench, "I've seen him. The Doctor – and maybe the girl, but I swear to you, I saw him when I was a kid. He was in my house, and he was downstairs."
"Don't tell me - he looked exactly the same then as he does now." Ursula guessed.
Elton nodded quickly, "Yes - yes! Oh my God. You believe me!" he cheered.
Ursula just grinned even wider, "You're not the only one, you know..."
Elton and Ursula, talking and laughing, walked through the park, "So that's how I met Ursula - all thanks to the Doctor. Turns out we read all the same sites and she only lived half a mile away. She was like a proper mate. Poor Ursula."
Ursula screamed loudly in pain and fear. Pure fear.
Shaking his head, Elton thought about Ursula for a second before sighing, "But like she said, there was this little community - the select few, all with their stories of the Doctor."
A group of people, all clearly good friends, sat around a small table in a basement, all talking and laughing animatedly to each other, "This little gang used to meet up, underneath the old library on Macateer Street. Mr. Skinner, first name Colin, but we always called him Mr. Skinner. I don't know why, we...just did.
An older man stood in front of a board that showed many, many pictures, "To me, it is the girl that I am most curious about. She has appeared multiple times."
"Then there was Bridget."
A woman, Bridget, was also presenting something to the group of people, but this time it was on a projector and the lights were dimmed, "All these different Doctors come and go, but the single constant factor is this faux police box. It keeps cropping up, throughout history..."
"She lived way up North, but she travelled down without fail, just for the meetings."
"Then, there was Bliss."
Giving a soft smile to the group, Bliss uncovered a large rectangular object, revealing her own art of the mysterious man, "What I'm trying to do is sum up the Doctor - what he means to us."
"She was ever so sweet - bless. Bless Bliss, we used to say."
"What he could represent and what he should represent. And what he...never won't represent...sort of thing." Understanding this, the others nodded.
Around the small table in their basement that served as their headquarters, it was Ursula who brought up their need for an official name, "We should have a name. You know - as a group." She stated.
Bliss nodded, "Names are very important." She agreed.
Elton blinked for a second, thinking it over, "What we need is a good, strong name, like a team. Something like...London Investigation 'n' Detective Agency - LINDA for short." he suggested on the spot.
Mr. Skinner looked over at him, "Say it again." He ordered.
"London Investigation 'n' Detective Agency." Elton repeated.
The older man's brow furrowed a bit, "'N?'" He remarked in confusion.
Elton just shrugged, "Fish 'n' Chips, Rock 'n' Roll...Chaka Demus 'n' Pliers!" he explained, his last line causing everyone to laugh.
Bridget grinned widely at the others, "Oooh, I like it - it's not too solemn." She approved.
"I like the 'n.'" Bliss added in agreement.
"We're the men from LINDA!" Mr. Skinner cried out with a nudge to a beaming Elton.
Bridget hit the table, "And the women!" She put in.
"Linda United!" Mr. Skinner cheered.
Ursula looked over at Elton, "Did you think of that on the spot?" she asked.
Elton shook his head, "No, I've been wanting to use it for years." He explained.
Interrupting the two, Mr. Skinner raised his glass, "I give you...LINDA!
As one, the others also put their glasses into the air, "LINDA!" They cried out before toasting.
In his bedroom, Elton grinned at the memory, "So we'd all meet up, every week, and we'd talk about the Doctor for a bit. But after a while...Bridget started cooking."
Crowding around the table in the LINDA HQ, everyone was trying to eat Bridget's wonderful meal, "Oh my God, that's gorgeous! No really, wow! Oi, the rest of you, get your hands off!" Ursula exclaimed.
"The next thing you know, Mr. Skinner started his readings, 'cos he was writing his own novel."
When Mr. Skinner had pulled out his novel the first time, it was Ursula and Bliss who had moved the chairs so that the up – and – coming author could sit on a stool and read to them his latest writings, "' That's the last time you ride the ghost train, Johnny Fransetta... now say your prayers!' To be continued..." the older man's voice trailed off as he grinned rather sheepishly at his silent audience.
As the all realized their chapter was over, everyone groaned, "You can't leave it there!" Bliss complained with a frown.
"As time went on, we got to know each other better and better."
When Bridget had come in, a sad and tired look on her face, Bliss and Ursula had immediately gone over and comforted their fellow female. After a few seconds of quite whisperings, Bliss had scurried over and moved the chairs into a circle while Ursula led Bridget over.
"I started all of this because...erm...my daughter disappeared. It wasn't aliens that took her away - it was just - drugs. I come down to London, every week, and I just keep looking for her." Unable to hold back the tears, Bridget started to cry into her hands.
Looking as if she might join her friend, Ursula let out a soft, "Bridget..." Before putting her arm around the mother's shoulders while the others watched on with sympathy in their eyes.
At that same meeting an hour later, Bliss pulled out her guitar and started to sing.
I gave my love a chicken, it had no bone
I gave my love a cherry, it had no stone...
At the next meeting, Ursula had brought her tambourine along and joined in on Bliss' music while the others clapped on.
"Then it turned out that Bridget could play the piano, and I confessed my love of ELO. Next thing you know..."
Elton grinned at the camera in his bedroom, "Musical LINDA."
Musical LINDA was simply fun and enjoyable to all. Mr. Skinner, who had never played the drums at all, had volunteered for the instrument with a shrug and a, "You only live once," attitude. Bridget was on the piano, Bliss was always on the rhythm guitar, Ursula was on bass, and Elton had been all but shoved into center stage and "forced" to be the one and only singer.
You got me running, goin' outta my mind...
You got me thinking that I'm wasting my time
Grabbing Bridget, the two sang the last verse together.
Don't bring me down.
In his bedroom, Elton shrugged, "Just for fun."
At a different part of the chorus, Elton sang the last verse with Ursula.
Don't bring me down!
As he twisted and twirled around on their makeshift stage, Elton offered the microphone to the others to sing, something they all did.
And then, with a pop! The electricity went out, shrouding the basement in a sea of black.
"Careful, mind the cables." Mr. Skinner warned as he tripped over said cables to join the others.
The basement door opened with a loud bang that had LINDA giving each other looks. Those looks only continued as a black silhouette blocked out the almost angel – like glow from the street level. And then, the gate to their room opened.
"And that's when it all changed, that Tuesday night in March. That's when HE arrived."
A rather large man dressed in an expensive pinstripe suit walked into the basement and set his shiny briefcase down on a table, "Lights!" He ordered. And like magic, the lights switched on one by one.
"That's when we met Victor Kennedy. The golden age - was gone."
The large man, Victor Kennedy, gave them a dark look from beneath his black top – hat and, gripping his black and silver can, swished his equally black cloak, "So, we meet at last...'LINDA.'" He greeted in a voice that was just dripping in sarcasm.
Casting a worried look to the others, Mr. Skinner stepped forwards with an extended hand, "Pleased to meet you, sir. I'm sorry, was the music too loud?" He apologized with a smile.
Surprisingly, the man backed away quickly, a look akin to fear in his eyes, "No no no no, I don't shake hands - back, back. I suffer from a skin complaint - Eczeema." He explained hurriedly.
"Oh, you mean 'eczema?'" Elton corrected.
Victor shook his head, "Oh, this is worse - much worse - I blister to the touch. Back, back - all of you, further, further. Thank you."
Sharing confused and disbelieving looks, the others slowly backed away from the mysterious man, "Sorry, don't mind me asking, but who are you?" Elton asked slowly.
The man just grinned, "I am your salvation."
LINDA were all gathered around Victor Kennedy's laptop, making sure they didn't touch the man's shoulders as they watched a video of the Doctor and the brunette girl that Mr. Skinner was so curious about get into a blue police box.
"That's the Doctor!" Ursula exclaimed.
"It's really him!" Elton agreed.
Victor just scoffed, "You've forgotten your purpose in life. You, with your band...and your cakes...and your blubbing and all the while he still exists - the Doctor."
Bridget gasped and put her hands over her mouth, "Look at him, just look!" she cried out.
All in shock, LINDA stepped closer to the laptop screen, "Move back, move back, all of you! Oh, wait for this, the picture cuts out, but the sound still continues." Pressing a few keys, a sound not unlike a car trying to go forwards with the break down started to play over the laptop's speakers, "Listen. Listen to the sound of the universe...yes..." Victor whispered out with a dramatic wave of his hand.
In shock, Elton stumbled backwards into a chair and placed his head in his hands, "What is it? What's wrong?" Ursula asked gently.
Standing straight once more, Victor extended his cane, "Leave him!" he ordered, "You've heard it before, haven't you? When? When was it? Where? Where were you?"
Not lifting his head, Elton whispered his reply, "I'd forgotten, until now. But it was that night..."
"What night?" Victor asked urgently.
"I was just a kid...that's why I went downstairs. It woke me up. That noise..." Elton continued, still whispering.
Young Elton, half asleep and rubbing his eyes, half – walked, half – stumbled down the stairs. He had heard a noise, a very beautiful noise, but a strange noise as well. And being any curious child, he found himself traveling down the stairs and into the living room.
Raising his head a bit, Elton looked at Victor, "But what is it? What does it mean?" He wondered.
"That is a sound of his spaceship." Victor replied seriously.
Back at the front table, Victor opened his black shiny briefcase and addressed LINDA, "Right then, homework! Using the Torchwood files, we're able to look at all the old databases in a completely new light. We're able to build up a more detailed profile of the Doctor. I've allocated tasks to each of you. I'd like you to-" On accident, Mr. Skinner almost brushed Victor's hand's, "Careful! Watch the eczeema! I'd like you to complete your targets and meet back here this time next week, one step closer to catching the Doctor."
Sitting down in a chair, Victor survived the others, "Well don't just sit there, MOVE!" He snapped the order.
Blinking, LINDA slowly started to move out, only for Victor to wave his hand at Bliss, "Erm, Bliss? It is Bliss, isn't it?"
Bliss nodded slowly, "Yeah." She agreed.
The rather large man gave the woman a smile, "Could I have a word with you in private, please?"
Once again, Bliss nodded, "Course you can, yeah."
Still smiling, Victor seemed as if he was about to giggle, "Thank you." He told Bliss kindly, "Goodbye, goodbye." He called over to the others, who all awkwardly got into the service lift.
Walking on the sidewalk, Elton was the first to speak, "Better get to work! Lots to do." He said brightly.
Ursula frowned, "I never thought of it as work." She muttered quietly.
Elton gave her a look, "It's what we've always wanted, though. To find the Doctor." he pointed out.
Ursula just shrugged, "Yeah, I suppose." She agreed, though she didn't sound very convinced.
In Elton's bedroom, the sandy-haired man addressed his camera, "All of a sudden, without anyone saying so, we were working for Victor Kennedy." He stated.
At the next LINDA meeting, it was Victor Kennedy who sat behind a desk with the others all sitting in school – like ones. No one was speaking or laughing as they silently made their way through their respected files, "Though we had to admit, he was right. His methods were much more rigorous. It felt like we were getting closer and closer to the Doctor."
Raising his ruler in the air, Elton brought his head up to see Victor looking at him, his hands folded on the top of the desk, "Mr. Kennedy?" Elton started slowly.
Victor raised an eyebrow, "Yes?"
Elton slowly looked around at the others, who were all sitting very still and listening to every word he said, "We...we were wondering…no sign of Bliss. Do you know where she is?"
There was a slight pause before Victor answered rather quickly, "Yes, didn't she tell you? She's getting married! She left a message. It'll never last." Muttering something under his breath, the large man fixed a smile on his face, "Come on, back to work!" he snapped.
And very slowly, the sound of highlighters and pages turning filled the room once more.
"But we did get lucky once." Elton said with a shrug in his bedroom.
One that day, Ursula was leaning on Elton's desk while Mr. Skinner grabbed a paper and looked at it as if it was the Holy Grail, "A police box! Newly arrived, it says newly arrived today! And it's in Woolwich!" He exclaimed.
Grabbing the paper from Mr. Skinner, Victor read it over quickly, "Well don't just stand there, move! Move, go, go!"
In his bedroom, Elton smiled at the camera, "Don't get excited, that's where you came in. Woolwich. Police box. Red bucket, blue bucket. Police are stupid, etcetera." Elton explained in a bored tone.
Victor, in a complete rage, towered over a sitting and cowering Elton, "Useless!" the large man roared.
"I just froze." Elton tried to explain.
As if he didn't hear him, Victor continued in his verbal abuse, "You met him…and you froze, you stupid man!"
Raising his hand as if to backhand Elton, the sandy – haired man placed his arms protectively over his exposed face, "You can't hit me! 'Cos you don't touch, you said so, you get a rash and an itch and—" he started to ramble.
With a hand as quick as a vapor, Victor grabbed his cane and raised it above Elton, "I can use this!" the man roared.
And then, with a loud huff, the sound of pounding feet reached Elton's ears, causing him to look up and see Ursula standing next to his desk, her hands on her hips, "Use that cane on him and you'll get one hell of a smack off me! And then a good kick! Is that completely understood, Mr. Kennedy?" she threatened rather loudly.
Slowly bringing his cane down from the air, Victor Kennedy slowly nodded, "Duly noted. Ursula...Blake. Most likely to fight back." For a second, the two stared each other down, but then the larger man turned his back and headed for his desk, "Right then! We'll change tack, we'll approach this sideways." While the man spoke, Elton and Ursula shared a grateful look, "If we're to discover the truth about the Doctor, then we need to try and find…her."
And then, a picture of the mysterious brunette was shown from Victor Kennedy to the others.
Once again, the lights had been dimmed and the projector was flashing pictures of the Doctor and the brunette, "Now when it comes to the Doctor's companion, the Torchwood files are strangely lacking." The photo that was the one that Victor had just shown them changed to an old, black and white photo of the same woman heading into the hospital and looking over her shoulder.
"It seems the evidence has been corrupted, something called 'Bad Wolf' virus. At least we've got these photographs." Once again, the photo changed to the brunette and the Doctor on the sidewalk. It was a rainy day and the two were laughing, "They're first hand evidence. Elton?"
Blinking himself from the shocked daze he was in, it took a few swallows for Elton to remember what he was supposed to day, "Posh London accent but with something else." He offered.
Victor nodded, "So we hit the streets. We get out there, we take the photographs. Someone's got to know who she is somewhere."
Bridget shrugged, "Yes, but London's a big place. I mean I should know, my own daughter's out there." She pointed out.
Victor growled lowly, "Bridget, don't make this personal. I don't like to be touched literally, OR metaphorically, thank you very much, I haven't got the time. Bleeding hearts outside! Find me that girl!" handing each and every one of them the picture of the brunette, Elton glared at LINDA, "Go. Now, move!"
"So it began. The impossible task. To scour the mean streets, to search a major capital city for an unknown girl. To hunt down that face in a seething metropolis of lost souls. To find that one girl in ten million—"
Walking on a busy street, Elton stopped the first person he saw, which happened to be a young blonde woman with a bag in one of her hands, "Do you know who this girl is?" he asked her.
Looking at the picture, the blonde made a face and then glared at Elton, "She's a cow. A complete and utter cow. Stole my boyfriend, she did." Pulling out a phone and glancing down at it, the blonde sighed, "Look, I have work, so just meet me here…" grabbing a pen, the blonde scribbled an address on the palm of Elton's hand, "And I'll tell you all about her."
While the girl walked off, Elton blinked and then looked back at the girl in shock.
So I did do Love and Monsters, and I did put in Ianto Jones and a mysterious blonde who hates Kayla...hmm, who might that be? If anyone guesses correctly then they get brownie points! Yum, brownie points! :D
Otherwise, there isn't much to talk about with this chapter. Sorry about all the line breaks, but this chapter sort of jumps around a lot.
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