Chapter 3- Emily POV

Cassie and I leaned against the railing of the TARDIS, looking at the Doctor. "So," he said, looking at the console, "How much do the two of u remember?" I glanced at Cassie, sighing. "I remember being a little girl. And my mum set the TARDIS to go to Earth right as the Daleks invaded. She said that she loved me and then a Dalek killed her. The doors of the TARDIS closed and next thing I knew I was living in a house in London. And I lived a life there until... I died. And that continued until I found you." I said, trying to remember the best I could. The Doctor's head shot straight up as he looked at me. "There was only one girl who had her own TARDIS on Gallifray then," he said, running around and finally pulling a picture out of his pocket. Showing it to me, he said, "Is this your mother?"

The woman had soft, blue eyes and long, curly blonde hair. Her large eyes had crinkles around the edge from smiling. She was tanned, with a bunch of freckles. "Hey!" Cassie said, leaning closer to inspect the picture, "That looks JUST like you Em!" I stared at the picture. The longer I stared, the more I realized, she did look like me...

"I-I think that's her," I said, my voice shaking, "I think that's my mom." The Doctor grinned and picked me up and span me around. "Doctor?" I asked, worriedly. He just smiled and looked at me. "Emily," he said, still holding me in a bone crushing hug, "You're one of my daughters." He continued to hug me, "I can't believe I didn't look for you sooner. Of course your mother would have found a way to get you out. Being as stubborn as she is." He smiled and looked at me. "Can't breathe..." I gasped and he let me down. "You said daughters... As in plural. I have a sister?"

The Doctor nodded and looked at me, "Yes. You have a twin sister. You were three when everything went insane. I haven't seen her since then."

I heard a sound behind me, and spun around to face whatever it was. Cassie was standing, swaying slightly, her eyes fogged over and unfocused. "I remember," she whispered. "Everything you just said. I remember it. The Daleks, someone telling me they loved me, the TARDIS doors closing, being a helpless baby in London." She glanced up at the Doctor and I, "That lady, the one in the picture? That's my mum."

The Doctor's head shot up and he stared at Cassie. "Cassie," he muttered o himself, loud enough for us to hear, "Short for Cassidy? How could I be so stupid not to realize?" He smiled happily and looked at both of us. "My girls. Both alive and well. I never thought I would see you again. But here you are, all grown up. Like mini versions of your mother."

He smiled and picked Cassie up and spun her around, as he had done to me before. Then, he placed her back on the floor and pulled us both into a bone-crushing hug. "You used to love that when you were little. I'd come home and both of you would run up and practically beg to 'fly'. You'd laugh and smile non-stop." He smiled to himself.

I looked at Cassie as he spoke, and she looked back at me. I couldn't believe it. Cassie and I had been friends-best friends- for as long as I could remember. And now, we were twins? It was amazing. A dream come true even. Except for one thing...

I had never felt this kind of sadness in all of my lives as a human. The grief of losing my entire planet, all of my people. I could feel it constantly in the back of my head. Why me? I wondered. Why did I get lucky enough to escape? I knew I wasn't anything special, and that the council wasn't exactly fond of the man I now knew to be my father.

"Does it get easier?" I said, knowing he knew I meant dealing with this new found grief. He had already had over nine-hundred years to mourn. While I however, have had nine minutes to process it all. He looked at me, shaking his head sadly. "Some days are better than others. The good, I travel on. And relish the memories of my people. On the bad... I used to sit in the library in silence." Only now did I see why and truly how lonely this man was, and why he traveled.

The Doctor suddenly engulfed us in another hug. He released us and we leaned back, trying to get air into our lungs again. While we were gasping, the Doctor, or our... Father, was telling us all about our mother. Then there was a knock at the door. TAPTAPTAPTAP. TAPTAPTAPTAP. It sounded impatient. One look at the Doctor's face told us that was NOT supposed to be happening. He strode over to the door. He lightly put his hand on the knob and pushed. There, standing in the doorway, was a person we never thought we would see again, with a evil grin spreading across their face