Kara wiped the condensation of the mirror in her bathroom and took a look at herself. She was starting to feel more normal since she had been able to have a hot shower. She had finally stopped crying and had decided to attempt to make the best of her new life. She quickly dried her hair and tied it back from her face. It felt like a lifetime ago since she had felt like a woman instead of just another soldier. She walked back into the bedroom and opened the wardrobe. Even though the Curator had told her the TARDIS had copied everything from her apartment back on Earth, she kept expecting to find things wouldn't be the same. Inside she was met by all of her clothes. She had started to wonder if she may be dead after all and this may be some kind of after life, it all seemed too perfect. Kara took out her favourite pair of jeans, her favourite T-shirt and a leather jacket she had spent £500 on, the most she had ever spent on an item of clothing. After quickly dressing she looked at herself again in a mirror. She took a deep breath before walking out of her apartment and into the TARDIS corridors. She knew she had gone the wrong way immediately when an arrow appeared on the floor in front of her, pointing in the opposite direction. She smiled and let out a laugh.
"Thank you." she said quietly, before turning and walking in the other direction. Minutes later, with a little help, Kara found herself walking down the grand stair case in the control room of the TARDIS.
"Very nice Miss Grant," The Curator said, "Was everything in your quarters to your liking?" he asked with a smile.
"Yes it was, thank you so much and please call me Kara." she replied.
The Curator still smiled at her, "I'm very pleased to hear that."
He moved around the control console pressing buttons she had no idea for what. She looked up at the ceiling, it still looked like a beautiful spring day, blue skies, fluffy white clouds and birds flying between them.
"I find it calming." the Curator said pointing upwards, "Spring has always been my favourite season on Earth, especially in England."
"Mine too." Kara replied.
"So, I need to ask, are you sure you want to go and see your parents?"
Kara nodded her head nervously.
"You remember what I said? I must insist you don't let them know you're there. I don't mean to sound cold hearted, but the future depends on it."
Kara nodded again, "Yes I'm sure and I promise you I just want to see them, just one last time."
The Curator nodded before turning back to the control console. She watched him whiz around pressing this and that before pulling down a leaver. The spirals and tubes that ran from the top of the console began to move up and down and it looked to Kara as if lightening was firing down them. The noise it made sounded like nothing she had ever heard before. She couldn't take her eyes off the amazing things she was seeing. At the point when she realised her jaw had dropped she saw the Curator smiling at her. She smiled back at the strange man in front of her. She wondered how many people before her had seen this. Even as a child she had heard stories about the Time Lords and the fantastical things they did, she never imagined she would get to see it up close, never mind be standing with one, in his TARDIS. Moments later the lightning stopped along with the noise and she realised everything was silent. She looked at the Curator who held out his hand for her to take hold of.
"Come on." He said kindly.
She took hold of his hand and followed him down the steps away from the console and across the gangway that let to the huge wooden doors in the corner.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked again.
She nodded her head again and took a deep breath. The Curator opened the TARDIS door and they both walked outside. It was a crisp winters day and they both immediately felt the chill in the air. Kara could see her breath straight away. They were standing in a vast cemetery that stretched as far as the eye could see.
"How long have I been dead?" Kara asked.
"I've taken us a year into the future." The Curator replied.
"Where's the TARDIS?" she asked.
"Give it a moment you'll see it." The Curator said.
She looked where they'd walked from and it just looked like the side of a crypt. Moments later the TARDIS appeared where she had been looking. The grey box the size of a phone box came into vision.
"I can see it now." Kara replied.
"No one else will be able too. Because you've already travelled in it you can see it, the TARDIS will always make itself visible to you."
She turned back and surveyed the cemetery in front of her. She saw three people in the distance walking towards a grave.
"Oh my god there they are." Kara said pointing. Her emotions took over and she began to cry. She put her hand to her mouth.
They stopped at the grave she knew must be hers. The Curator took her hand again and led her closer.
Her mother laid flowers by the grave stone. They could see there were already lots of bouquets other people had left.
"They seem happy." Kara said.
"I'd say they look proud," The Curator replied, "Part of them will never be completely happy again, you never can be when you lose someone you love that much."
"You sound like you're talking from experience?" Kara replied.
"My loses are a story for another day." he replied.
"Why are you being so nice to me? You've only known me for a couple of hours." Kara asked.
The Curator looked at her, "You're a very special woman. The TARDIS took it upon itself to save you and that's not something I can ignore. In my mind you deserve a bright future. While I can't promise that it will always be fun, at times it can be downright dangerous and sometimes we will be fighting for our lives, but I think you of all people can handle it. You deserve some kindness for the things you've done. So while I might not be able to give you the life that you want, I can offer you a life. Even though it's only been a couple of hours I already enjoy your company very much. It's your moment of need and I'm going to help you, whether you want me to or not." he said with a chuckle.
Kara smiled at him. She watched her parents and her sister for a few minutes in silence.
"Lets go." she said.
"Are you sure?" The Curator asked.
Kara nodded her head, "Yes. I know they're going to be okay."
"Yes they are my dear. Now anywhere in the universe, at any time, where would you like to go first?"
Kara thought for a moment and then smiled, "Woodstock" she replied.