It was decided that Amy and Rory would stay behind in the T.A.R.D.I.S much to the annoyance of them both. And that Pete, Steve, The Doctor, and I would fly to Maine. Before we left for the airport, Rory pulled Steve to the side for a moment. When Steve came walking back he was folding a piece of paper.

I pointed to it and asked, "What's that?"

Steve held the paper up for a second, "This?" I nodded. "Just some things Rory wants to know about Maine." He shrugged and got in the front of the car.

I moved to open Steve's door to give him a piece of my mind, but The Doctor placed his hand in mine and lead me to the back.

"Oh, I love planes! They've come a long way haven't they? I remember being one of the Wr…"

I placed my hand over his mouth and turned towards Pete. "Any ideas where to begin?"

"Well, there is a survivor. She's currently in ICU, but she is apparently coherent." Pete slammed the file shut.

The drive to the hospital was quiet, when we reached it Steve piped up. "Marie and I will go talk to the victim. Pete, you and the Doctor go talk to her doctor."

"Are you sure that's…" I started.

"That's a wonderful idea! Gives me a chance to talk doctor-ey!" the Doctor grabbed the file from Pete and went off down the hall. A few moments later he came striding back, "Wrong way."

She was sitting up speaking adamantly to the nurse when we entered her room. "Ms. DeFleur." When she heard her name she turned to us and we could see the bandage that was covering the left side of her face. "My names Marie and this is Steve, were here to ask you a few questions."

Her face brightened and she pointed to two chairs next to her bed. "Sit please." She turned to her nurse. "Sophie could you close the door when you leave please?"

Turning back towards us she asked, "So which magazine are you from?"

"Magazine?" Steve asked.

"Yes, aren't you here to record my tragic tale for the world to hear? Once your article runs, everyone will want a piece of me!" If her face was any brighter, she would rival the sun.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but this is a FBI report." As I said those words her face fell and her mouth opened in the shape of an O. "Now if you could please tell us what you were doing when this happened?"

She sighed. "I was leaving work when I felt pressure on my left eye. Soon I couldn't see and blood was running down my face. I blacked out and woke up here."

"And you work where?" Steve questioned?

"DeFleur's home for Children. My husband and I used to run it, before he died of a heart attack. Now it's just me."

There was a knock on the door, looking up I seen the Doctor with a frantic look on his face. "Thank you for your time, Ms. DeFleur."

Once we were in the hall with them, they tried to pull us down the hall. "What's going on?" Steve asked as he pulled his arm free from Pete.

"Well," the Doctor started, "Her doctor wouldn't get off his phone and talk to us. So I may have sonic'd his phone and it may have blew up in his ear. When we left him he looked very cross and was yelling for security." Holding onto my hand tighter, he grabbed Steve's and went running out of the hospital and towards the car.