Disclaimer: I just stole the rights to Doctor Who, but lost them down the back of the sofa. So no, I have no proof that I own in.
Lucy Saxon smiled into the mirror. Today was the day the aliens were coming. Harry was excited. He had bounced on their bed until four in the morning like a hysteric child, breaking all the springs. Lucy had been utterly exhausted from yet another day of schmoozing. And was still a little upset about Vivian Rook, who had known everything.
Harry had pulled her up onto the bed and forced her to jump with him.
"We're giving the human race a future, my love!" he'd proclaimed. "Instead of dying in the cold and dark like you saw they can come home!" He paused. "And we can rule the world!"
"Will the drums stop then, Harry?" she had asked.
"You can still hear them too? Really? I won't get angry if you're just pretending, Lucy."
"I swear I can hear them Harry. Just like you."
It was true. Ever since he'd told her about the drums, had pounded the rhythm for her on the coffee table, she'd heard them too. Harry had been sceptical, demanding she beat out the rhythm for him, with him. She did it perfectly.
"You funny little, gorgeous thing. My lovely Lucy. You'll soon be Queen Lucy."
Today was the day.
Lucy Saxon was ready to be queen of the world.