Tanya started, walking out onto the balcony and struggling to not burst into hysterics at the fact that she was still breathing. "I'm all for scenic views, but this is just ridiculous."

She heard a snort and turned to a man standing beside her. She hadn't even noticed him. He spoke, looking at her curiously. "You do realize that you're standing on a hospital balcony on the moon, right?"

Tanya nodded. "As are you. You do realize we should both be dead right now, correct?"

The man nodded.

"But we're not."

"Excellent observation."

Tanya glared slightly. "I'm breathing on the moon with no suit. Forgive me for being a bit slower than usual."

A young woman in a lab coat burst through the doors. "Doctor!" Her eyes darted to Tanya, narrowing slightly. "Who's this then?"

Tanya walked over with her hand outstretched. "Tanya Gonzalez, MD. And you are?"

She shook her hand. "Martha Jones, stu-"

The man, or 'Doctor' interrupted. "We don't have time for this! What did you need, Martha?"

Martha huffed, than remembered what she came for. "Come on! She's assimilating! Or whatever! We need to go!"

The doctor, who's name Tanya still didn't know, turned to her. "You up for a bit of running?"

Tanya tilted her head. "Depends. Are you actually giving me a choice?"

Martha tapped an imaginary watch, looking impatient.

The doctor shrugged. "Nope."

He grabbed her and Martha's hands and ran.

Tanya regretted the decision to wear heels that morning.