"And then there was a gigantic problem." Emma spoke silently to herself as she looked the unfamiliar buildings around her. She had lost track of the winding streets a while ago and now was in the middle of what looked like a suburb, "I feel like this is a fairy tale that started out wonderful and now the writer has just chosen to screw with me."
Emma scoffed her shoe on the ground and sighed, "I could have swore that the hospital was just." Emma spun around pointing her finger at midair.
"Lose your way, Darling?" Zedek stood behind her.
"It would seem so." Emma put her hands to her side.
"And you are talking to yourself?" Zedek smiled down at her.
"I was bored." Emma blushed, "Do you know where the hospital is?"
"You passed it a while ago."
"You are following me?" Emma said outraged.
"It is dangerous for a girl like you out here." Zedek lost his smile and looked at her seriously.
"What do you mean like me?"
"Sorry, that's not how the game works." He pursed his lips.
"You think that this is a game?" Emma's anger grew, "Loosing my childhood isn't a game!" Emma shoved him, "If you know something I don't, you had better tell me."
"Or what? Did you learn how to fight in the loony bin?"
"How dare you!" Emma lunged for him but met the hard ground with her hands instead. Blood started to come out of her hands again and the knees of her jeans ripped open exposing now bloody flesh. She looked around for Zedek, but all that was there was the hospital entrance.
Emma scrambled to her feet and whimpered. She had hit the ground hard enough to bruise most of her front side.
"Donna!" Emma yelled as she walked into the hospital, "Where are you?"
The examination room was different, it had seemingly been cleaned thoroughly and now inhabited several people. There were nurses and patients that sat at the different beds and the noise that emulated from them was loud enough to drone out what anyone of them were saying.
"The hell happened?" Emma said to herself as she ran out of the hospital. There were a few people walking down the street. Emma rushed down the street, not going in any particular direction.
"Watch it!" A woman yelled when Emma bumped into her, "Look with your eyes, idiot."
Emma carried on, being cautious not to bump into anyone. As she got farther down the street she noticed that people were looking at her with terrified expressions on their faces.
"Hello." Emma said awkwardly to a man that stood in front of her.
The man didn't say a word, he just hit her hard enough in her head to knock her unconscious on the ground. The man carried her through the streets, his wings outstretched, to a tall building with bars on the windows.
Emma groaned on the cold ground of a jail cell. She clamped her hand over her jaw, that had from what she could tell a hairline fracture. There were the sound of rodents running around.
"Ow..." Emma said as she sat up. Her vision became spotty for a second.
"Shut up!" A large winged man yelled and banged a guard stick against the metal bars that enclosed one of the walls. The other three walls were made of a gray stone, while the floor was dirt covered cement.
"Where am I?" Emma stood up and glared at the guard the best she could with her head in such pain.
"Shut up!" He repeated, hitting the bars, "Guards do not speak to prisoners and prisoners do not speak!"
"Nice chant, sheep." Emma mocked as she leaned against the wall opposite of the bars, trying her best to not show the pain she had echoing through her head on her face, "Why am I in here?"
The Guard stayed silent and Emma felt like grabbing his throat and hitting him against the bars.
"Simple rights of a citizen of Earth." Emma tried a softer approach, "See, I'm not from around here and I just want to get back to my Doctor."
"You make me laugh." He said with a stony expression.
"If you could just open the cage, I could get back to my planet." Emma said awkwardly.
"You're on trial for the murder of Zadkiel." The guard offered, finally.
"He isn't dead!" Emma yelled, running over to the bars and hitting her hand against them.
"We are ready for her in the court room." A woman with a skirt and pursed lips came in and spoke to the guard.
Emma crossed her hands on her lap, focusing on the array of faces before her, some menacing others sad. They all looked upon her with blaming eyes. They sat in wooden chairs in several balconies going up hundreds of feet, surrounding her at all sides. Before her, in chairs surrounding a table sat seven men. One had his wings spread far out and sat at the center of the table, a gable in his others had papers in their hands and talked quietly amongst each other.
"Excuse me!" Emma shouted drawing their attention, "I don't have time to sit here and wait here while you chitchat."
"You will wait for as long as we choose to make you, murderer!" The man with the gable shouted.
"The man I 'murdered' isn't dead!" Emma shouted back at him, "I just saw him."
"The body is in the morgue!" The gable man countered, "We have a witness that saw you with the deceased."
"Who is the liar?" Emma mocked.
"Mrs. Guinevere, may you please come up to the front." Emma's jaw dropped as a woman who looked like the older version of her Guinevere stood up, "Please, reiterate for the people what you saw."
"I saw Dima," Guinevere pointed to Emma on a stand in front of everybody, "Murder Zadkiel with her bare hands."
"And so she shall be sentenced to death." The man with the gabble looked over the eyes of the people surrounding the table for approval.
"Objection!" The doors of the courtroom swung open with a great deal of force to show the Doctor with a cane in his hand.