What was that expression? Y'know, the one for when things have gone badly.

Oh yes: The shit has hit the fan.

That probably sums everything up right now, Cathy thought, standing up as she looked over at 'Chin Man'.

He was currently writhing about on the floor, shouting indignantly about how he was punched by a goldfish. Apparently, he was fond of stating the obvious whilst being incredibly vague (possibly insane) at the same time.

However, there was one thing which she was certain of about 'Chin Man', and it wasn't his obviously bad sense of dress. It was the glaring fact that he certainly wasn't a policeman. And his police box definitely wasn't a police box.

Maybe the entrance was just, in fact, an entrance to a secret underground bunker and Cathy had fallen farther than originally thought. And the man she'd punched was some sort of secret agent and he was either going to take her into custody for assaulting an officer (that would be awkward to explain to her family) or kill her where she stood and her body would never be found until 27 years later - and that's only because some other poor girl was lost and tripped over Cathy's boney decapitated arm.

Or maybe there was actually a far more logical and less bad horror movie style conclusion.

Cathy stopped her almost hyperventilating and ignored 'Chin Man' as he stood up, continuing his ranting whilst jabbing a finger in her direction. She turned back to the door she'd fallen through. It looked pretty normal, well, as normal as a police box door that leads to a bigger-than-a-police-box room could look. Maybe she should poke it with a stick. Maybe she should poke 'Chin Man' with a stick. Maybe she should poke herself with a stick to see if she's really awake.

Unfortunately, there wasn't a stick at hand. A slap in the face should work, right?

SMACK!

Nope. She was still standing in the box that wasn't a box. Let's try something harder.

THUNK!

No no no no… The door was definitely real… Which meant this was real. This wasn't just a dream. But if this wasn't a dream, then why was the room spinning?

And Cathy decided to do just what any clichéd female heroine would do with that bombshell; she fainted.

"I'll have you know that I am the Oncoming Storm! And another thing- Oi! What do you think you're doing to my TARDIS?"

First she breaks into his TARDIS, then she punches him, and then she headbutts his TARDIS. Oh no, this was not on.

The Doctor started to take a few steps towards 'Goldfish Girl', fully prepared to start a new rant about how no one touched his TARDIS except him. And River - but that was different!

Wait, what's she doing? Oh God, no, no no no… Is she about to-?

THUD!

She's fainted. Great. At least there wasn't any chance of her punching him again.

No, wait, that is not the priority here!

He took a few quick strides over to her crumpled body on the floor and bent down to take a closer look. Yup, she was definitely unconscious this time. She was breathing again too, so that was good. It sounded odd though, like she was blowing bubbles or breathing through custard.

"'Freckly Goldfish Girl' is blowing bubbles." He snorted slightly at the idea and continued his investigation.

He heard a sudden, sharp intake of breath come from her. It sounded slightly muffled again, and made a guttural noise in her throat. Ah, right, maybe he should move her from lying on her face.

Hooking his arms under her armpits (well, making his best attempt to), he hauled her deadweight of a body up off the ground. He dragged her (of course he'll say he carried her) across the TARDIS floor until they reached the railings which he propped her up against, sitting her down.

"Well, let's see what's the damage. Trust me, I'm The Doctor." She couldn't hear him, and he knew that. Honestly, he just enjoyed being able to say that.

He hadn't had a proper look before, but he knew that the red bubbling out of her nose was not part of what she looked like before.

She'd given herself a nose bleed.

By fainting in his TARDIS.

Of course, there had to be a first time for everything, he thought.

I know... I knowwwwww... It's been ages. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.

I would come out with some fantastic excuse about studying for exams, or having a sudden onslaught of gastroenteritis, or even that my arms fell off, but I actually just forgot. Honestly, I've been living in an internet free zone for 3 months (not by my choice) and I just never bothered to write.

Not gonna make any promises about updates, just that it'll come when it comes.

Thank you for sticking with this and please review!

- Callie