Lieutenant Kara Grant stood silently looking at the Time Lord who stood in front of her. He smiled awkwardly as he waited for her to speak.
"I have to go home. My parents have to know I'm alive." Kara said.
"Lieutenant, please, you have to listen to me and you have to understand why you can't go home." The Curator replied.
"No YOU don't understand." she replied and raised her rifle towards him.
The Curator smiled again and chuckled, "Before you shoot me and I have to change this face that I've become quite accustomed to now will you please hear me out?"
"Make it good." she replied.
He reached into his inside pocket.
"What are you doing?" she demanded gripping her rifle tighter.
"Oh sorry yes, it's not a weapon," he brought his hand back out so she could see and was holding the small pen like device she had seen him use earlier, "It's just a sonic screwdriver."
"A sonic screwdriver?"
"Yes an old friend put me onto them, fantastic little bits of kit, I couldn't be without it." he pressed one of the small buttons on it and the purple light flashed again. In front of her a video screen appeared out of thin air.
"The reason why I knew who you were was because of how high profile your death was. Every human across all the worlds heard about the sacrifice you made. The war ended as you hoped it would and it never started again." News articles began to flash on the screen as the Curator spoke, "Upon seeing the horrors that the humans had to endure during the conflicts your family started an organisation in your name to help the soldiers that came back. You know better than anyone the conditions you had to live with and some of the horrific injuries that happened. Because of you, your sister Anna will become Prime Minister when she's older and she will start a process that will revolutionise the armed forces and make sure nothing like that ever happens again. Because of you Kara, because of what you did and the sacrifice you made here today. The amount of lives your story touched and the amount of good that happens because of your death will quite literally change the world."
Kara had already lowered her weapon, "But I'm not dead." she said as tears began to run down her face.
"My dear, Lieutenant Kara Grant is dead. The woman standing before me is now just Kara Grant."
"Just Kara Grant?!"
He put his hands on her shoulders, "My dear Lieutenant what happened here today as far as I'm aware is unheard of. My TARDIS decided to save you, not me, this ship. It decided to give you a new life. It decided you were worthy of that."
"And what kind of life can I have now? Without my family?"
"Oh my dear you can have a life where you do anything you want. I can show you the universe and I can show you the whole of time. My dear Lieutenant Grant, I never wanted to travel with anyone again, but fate has decided that we should face our futures together. So would you do me the honour of travelling through time and space with me?"
Kara smiled through the tears, the Curator's words had had their desired effect.
"Can I at least see my family? Even if I can't speak to them, can I just see them one last time?"
The Curator looked at the woman standing in front of him and despite his better judgement shook his head, "One last time. But you must promise me you will not make yourself known to them."
She nodded and wiped the tears from her dirt stained face.
"Come on I'll show you where you can clean yourself up and find something clean to wear."
She dropped the rifle and took the Time Lord's hand.
He led her up the steps and past the control console in the middle of the room. At the back of the room, unseen till now, stood a grand staircase which led off in four different directions. Kara was amazed at what she was seeing.
After walking down a number of very long corridors they stopped outside one of the doors and the Curator opened it.
"This can be your room." he said as he held the door for her.
She walked inside and couldn't believe what she was seeing. Inside was an exact replica of her apartment back on Earth.
"What?! How?!" she said.
"The TARDIS used it's psychic interface to see where you lived and it has recreated it down to the smallest detail, even down to all your clothes and trinkets."
"My god this is amazing." She walked over to the window and stood looking at the exact view she would have at home that looked out over the massive city that was London.
"It wants you to feel as close to being at home as it can."
"Thank you." the hard persona fell away and she hugged the Time Lord, "Thank you."
"You're very welcome Kara. I'll leave you to get ready, I'll be in the control room when you're done."
"I don't think I'll remember the way."
"Don't worry my dear, if you get lost, the TARDIS will show you the way."
As the Curator turned and left Kara stood and looked at the exact replica of her apartment. It was unbelievable.