"How did I lie to you?" The Doctor's back touched the TARDIS walls as the small, feisty blonde approached, eyes almost black with fury.

"You said you didn't know what happened to me, well apart from that thing which you claim tried to hack my brain."

"It did. They did, those guards attacked your mind."

"Why?!"

"How would I know?!"

"You seem to think you know everything. Surly you'd know why someone would want to hurt me."

He couldn't answer that. Of course he knew what they where trying to get out of her. Information about him and how she escaped so often. Of course it was.

"Right." She snarled. "I'm going to go. Good luck, Doctor."

"I thought we agreed it would be safer if you came with me." He called to her back as she walked away. She turned back to him.

"I changed my mind."

And she was gone.

he tunnels where colder than before and walking alone was incredibly strange. The walls seemed to blur and the greys became almost lighter and the ceiling seemed to leak. Melody wiped an arm across her face, wiping the illogical tears from her face and the corridors returned to how they looked the last time she'd walked through them.

There had been something - She had been curtain of that. He looked at her differently, like he really cared about her. He wouldn't have hurt her; she knew that, he was good – mostly - and she could have trusted him.
But she knew from the moment that she woke that he was lying to her about something. She still had no idea what that something was and considering the face that he had probably disappeared off in his spaceship (however it worked), she'd probably never know.

She was crying again. How pathetic.

There was a room just off the main hall, with a bright white light she could see by and this door had no window, unlike the others. The room was empty too, which was always good. And easy to lock, which was even better.

It was a good place to think. Somewhere she could hide away and not have to worry about the guards trying to find her or the idiot in a bowtie finding her either. Not that he was looking for her. Lord knows how far way he was now.

Sinking into the chair behind the desk, Melody noticed the photograph on the desk. It was an old fashioned paper picture with a plain wooden frame of two children, a blonde and brunette. The youngest, the blonde, looked to be about four, while her sister (they where obviously sisters, from their familiarity with each other, evident in the way they where holding each other, and the similarity – the same eyes, jawbone, nose and curls) was seven at the latest.

The other picture on the desk, the more resent one, depicted the same two girls. The older of the two was now at least eighteen and had both her arms wrapped around her sixteen year old sister. They where so similar to the younger versions of themselves, yet they hadn't changed at all. It was almost poetic.

There was a book on the desk, a small black book that looked a lot like… Oh!

Melody pulled the blue book out of the pocket of her black jacket, she'd forgotten about it. Odd really, considering how aware she'd been of it on the way back to the 'chair room'. Stupid name, 100 points for creativity, Melody.

She ran her fingers over the front cover of the book – she was 99.8% curtain that it was the front this time – as she pondered. She didn't like the name Melody. Was it a family name? That would be the only reason she wouldn't change it; if it was tied to her – apparently dead – family.

The blue book was easy to open, the well-worn leather pliable as fabric.

As easily as falling into a past life.

It wasn't hard to tell which way she'd gone. The signs where everywhere the Doctor looked, the most obvious being the time signature she left behind her, that all TimeLords left behind them. Her human DNA did nothing to shield it.

The Doctor ducked into the shadowed room to his left as yet another group of guards turned the corner. The third lot in the last few minuets. It was beginning to get tedious.

He turned the corner the guards had come around… and the trail ended. Dead. Stopped.

Gone.

"Melody?" He called out softly, kidding himself that she'd actually answer him like she used to. There was light, artificial light obviously, creeping around the edges of a door to the Doctor's left. It was a faint light, and anyone with less adequate sight would miss it. River would have seen it too. He pressed an ear to the door and tried to find a noise in the silence - the door was coated with time energy, she had to be inside. It was also locked from the inside.

The sonic opened the door easily and the room behind it was empty, the two photographs on the desk knocked over.

No, he was wrong. The room wasn't empty. The body was slumped behind said desk. The blue book left open beside her.