There was a guest who asked a question in a review. I wasn't able to reply to the review seeing as I had no way to communicate back to them, but in any case the answer to their question was yes and I wish to thank them and the rest of you for reading my story.

It was… white? Yes, that was the word. It was white - ceiling! The ceiling was white. Well it's good to get that settled.

"You're up!" The woman blinked and stared at Rory in uncertainty. "Okay, uh, what's your name? Do you have a name?" She blinked again. "Can you talk?" She didn't respond, "Okay," Rory looked at the machine the Doctor had hooked the woman to and immediately decided he shouldn't mess with it. "Well, I'm Rory."

"Ponds, Amy and Rory." He looked down at her in shock but her expression hadn't changed.

"Well, that's what the Doctor calls us."

"Hello I'm the Doctor and these are the Ponds, Amy and Rory. What's your name?" Rory's confusion cleared when he realized what she was copying.

"Oh, right, that's what the Doctor said when we met you."

"Calm down, no more running." She was actually pretty good at mimicking voices.

"Yeah, I said that."

"Yeah, I said that."

"Can you only copy things?"

"Copy things?" She scrunched her eyes together in focus. "Copy… no…. I think?"

"Yeah, that's good," Rory smiled. "Words are good."

"I… I like words." She blinked a couple of times in rapid succession before a bright smile erupted across her face. "I like words!" The woman tried to jump into a sitting position.

"No, no!" Rory pushed her back down. "You've been lying down for over an hour. If you're going to get up do it slowly." She pouted but did as he asked. He sighed. "So, you seem to be better."

"I think I am," The woman stated. Her brow furrowed, "I'm not sure what I was before, but I'm better now, I think." She tried to touch the top of her head and found the spaghetti strainer instead. "What's this?"

"Something the Doctor hooked up to get the excess," Rory struggled for the word, "Something out of your head."

"That's good," She adjusted the strainer, "I think. Well I got all the stuff out of my head now right?"

"I think so. He didn't say." She smiled.

"Well then," She took the strainer off her head and froze instantaneously.

"Ma'am," He waved hand in front of her face. She didn't react. Now concerned, Rory grabbed a flashlight and shown it in her eyes. Her pupils contracted, but no other response. He glanced at the spaghetti strainer she still held above her head and pushed it back down.

"What happened?" She resumed moving as soon as the strainer touched her scalp.

"You stopped moving when you took that thing off. I think you should keep it on your head." The Woman frowned.

"Everything that was in my mind is now in that machine." She concluded, "If I'm disconnected from it, then I become a brainless doll and can only function as one."

"Well yeah," Rory shrugged, "I guess." She frowned at the device now containing everything that made her who she is.

"So, you're Rory correct?" If Rory was startled by the sudden change in attitude he didn't show it.

"Yeah," The woman smiled.

"Good, I remembered something," She frowned. "Problem is I can't seem to remember my own name or anything else about me really. That's not so good. Well at least I know it's in this box somewhere." She tapped the machine fondly. "Good thing too, I don't think I'm someone that keeps good track of things. Or I could be someone that takes really good track of things. It's hard to tell when you can't remember who you are." She tapped her chin, "Or don't know who you are yet. That's hard to tell too."

"Well what do you want to be called?" Rory asked, "You have a whole universe of names to choose from."

"Brilliant! Ugh, no that's not it. Fantastic? No, that's not me either. Can't think of anything else, though. Oh! Names! Right, let's see. Oh, how about Jim, I like Jim. No that's terrible. I'm all boobs and… girly parts. Female, that's it. I need a female name. Joan, that's it! I'm Joan now! How's that?"

"Sounds good," She nodded happily. Rory was more 'smile and nod' himself. "So I was going to suggest we get you some new clothes once you woke up, but…" The woman looked down at the rags that were currently covering her body.

"New clothes would be nice. I don't really like the raggedy."

"How about I get a couple of things for you to try on?"

"Why?"

"Well you can't leave with-"

"We'll just take it with us." She lifted the heavy box shaped machine with ease and began walking out of the infirmary. "Might be a good idea to invest in a harness."

A little bit of extra info. Every character in this story has existed at some point in history. Whether this is Doctor Who history, world history, or any other type of history is up in the air. In other words there are no 'OCs.' I am taking liberty with exactly how the characters act, especially characters whose personalities are not documented (Billy and Johnny) but no one is my original creation (at least not yet, there may be an actual OC if it turns out to be necessary).

So basically, have fun trying to figure out who 'Joan' is. ;p