A/N: Writer's block is all I'm gonna say abut not being able to update in, like, four months (SORRY)! So, anyways here's the new chapter and there's not much action but you'll see that next chapter there'll be a whole lot more of the running. And jumping. And swimming (ooh). Enjoy :)

The Doctor took Ernest's arms and Donna and I took a foot each and we hauled him out of the doorway and into the warmth of the glowing machine. Embarrassingly, he'd fainted at the sight of the whole 'bigger on the inside' concept which led me to think that he'd be dead by the time he found out that it did time and space travel.

"So what do you actually call this thing, Doctor?" I asked once we'd plonked Ernest on a bed in one of the thousands of rooms on board that place.

"The TARDIS," he said. "Time And Relative Dimension In Space."

I raised my eyebrows, a mocking smile playing on my lips. "What do you really call her? I'm supposing it's a she." I let a knowing look pass across my face, although I really had no idea what I was on about, apart from the fact that every ship is a she.

"H-how do you know that?" he replied, wide eyed. Once he'd finished speaking, his mouth promptly dropped to the shape of an 'O'. He looked across at Donna, who shared a similar shape of mouth, except her eyebrows were far higher. She turned her eyes on him slowly and a cheeky smile spread across her face.

"It's a she? The TARDIS is a she?" She laughed out loud and rubbed her hands together before walking across the central space to him, swinging her hips. In a suave tone, she whispered, "Did you wish really hard?"

The Doctor glanced at her and their faces were almost inches from each other. I was prepared to look away if they started kissing, but to my surprise they started giggling like children. In all honesty, I wanted to appear to be a mature adult, but their laughter was infectious. After just under a minute the Doctor, mid laugh, looked up at me, the grin on his face all but gone. "But seriously, how did you know?"

"I saw the way you look at it and you called it she once," I said, although I'd hardly spent enough time with the Doctor to realise the way he looked at the TARDIS. "Go on. What do you really call her?"

The Doctor now resumed the face of a two-year-old who frequently gave ferocious tantrums by sticking out his bottom lip and crossing his arms and, in true toddler fashion, he said, "Not telling."

I just had to laugh at that. A grown man acting like a child was certainly rare in today's society, but then he wasn't from today's society, was he? Who knew where he was from? "Where are you from then?" I asked curiously, filling up the time it took for Ernest to find his lazy way back here.

The Doctor seemed to brighten up, although Donnas shoulder's sagged; she mustn't have been content with the change of subject. "I'm the Doctor. I'm a Time Lord. I'm from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous. I'm nine hundred and four years old and I'm the man who's gonna sa - wait. Too far. Yeah, I'm from Gallifrey."

"I'm guessing you rehearsed that," I beamed sarcastically. From the corned I heard a snigger from Donna and saw the Doctor giving her a very effective (!) warning look.

"You're- you're not surprised? That I'm an alien?" he asked, looking slightly offended.

"Nope," I said, although I was internally screaming. There is an alien on Earth and no authorities know about it and if they do then they are keeping it a well hidden secret which is good and bad news for people who believe in aliens/government conspiracy. People would be screaming all over the world if they found out about this. I immediately thought of Ernest, who would promptly faint if he heard any such thing. Where was he? He should be here by now...

"I'm just gonna check on Ernest if that's okay," I stated and promptly turned on my heel and walked out of the room, back straight, one foot in front of the other until I turned a corner. My hand slapped to my forehead and my breaths came in ragged shots. My legs felt like jelly and I slowly began to slide down the wall, eventually finding myself curled up in a ball. I felt like screaming but knew that the alien and his companion were just around the corner. My eyes wide, I realised that I hadn't blinked in a while and proceeded in doing so, tears now streaming down my face.

You may think that I was overreacting, but after years arguing with Ernest, trying to prove his stupid conspiracy theories wrong I was the one who was wrong the whole time. I remembered spending an entire lesson debating about whether aliens were real or not and Ernest just wouldn't listen. He rattled out points like a machine gun, bowling my meagre defences away and still I didn't believe him. I remembered a school project we worked together on in drama (you had to create a performance and wear a mask) so I suggested doing Titanic (who wouldn't? It's iconic and easy to recreate) but obviously my best friend didn't listen to me and I had to go along with what he said (bright green alien masks – I looked like an olive!).

"Freya?" I heard Ernest whisper and opened my eyes to see a pair of trousers before me. Dragging my eyes up I saw Ernest, his face scrunched up in a yawn. "Where am I? Wait, no, don't answer that. Am I in that bigger-on-the-inside thing? Oh, my goodness. It's real. Frey-" He looked down and must have seen the tears glistening on my face. "Freya, what's wrong? What have those two people done to you?"

"Nothing! Nothing," I assured him, although his face would suggest that I'd been mutilated or murdered. He immediately sat down beside me and gave me a warm hug. I breathed his familiar scent in and hugged him back, maybe a little too hard. I don't even know why. Maybe over that past hour and a bit I had been missing my best friend. I don't know. It was a strange feeling.

"Freya, you never hug me back. What's wrong?"

"I-I just. I just found out that you were right all along." He still stared at me, completely confused. "About aliens." My best friend's eyes widened to the size of gold balls and I had to keep holding him to make sure that he wouldn't faint again. He opened his mouth to speak then closed it, the look of surprise enough to let me know his current state of mind. "The Doctor is an alien. For outer space. He says he's a Time Man from the planet Gernery or something. Oh, and this machine travels in time and space."

"Great Caesar's goat!" he exclaimed. He always was one to express his surprise in unconventional ways. "It's all true! It's actually true! You wait until people hear about this! You don't even realise: this could be all over the news! Big headlines. My face on the front page. This could be my big break. Steven Spielberg will employ me. I knew it. I knew it. I-" I slapped my hand over his mouth, remembering that the Doctor and Donna were only next door.

"Shut up!" I whispered with clenched teeth, widening my eyes. "They'll hear you."

"You do know what this could mean though, Freya," he whispered. I nodded. "I can finally change that stupid film so that the ending isn't so annoying and cheesy."

"What film?"

"Titanic!"