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5.

Immy sleepily rolled over onto her side. She had had such a weird dream. She had dreamt that she'd suddenly appeared on a space ship, and that her house and her parents were gone. She shuddered, and pressed her face deeper into the pillows. She was so glad to be in her own bed.

But, hang on… it was different. It didn't smell like her bed smelled, it didn't feel like her bed felt… Her eyes flew open. Where was she? Was she still dreaming? She pinched herself. No. Definitely real. It hadn't been a dream at all.

Whose bed was this?

She shook her head, and the events of the previous day came back to her; how she had found herself in a space ship, how she had discovered that her house was gone. She had been so tired. She just wanted to sleep. She had curled up in the first bed she could find.

She quickly got up. She was still wearing the same clothes she had worn the day before; tights, a skirt, a t-shirt and a cardigan. They didn't feel clean anymore, and they were very wrinkled. She wondered if she could take a shower. She felt sweaty and disgusting.

She walked around the room, looking for a door that might lead to an en-suite. After having opened countless built-in cupboards she finally found the bathroom.

Immy felt much better after she'd taken a long shower. She grabbed a fluffy white towel and dried her hair and body. She looked at the heap of clothing she had left in the corner of the room, disgusted by the idea of having to wear the same underwear she had worn the day before. There was a silky floral dressing gown hanging on a hook next to the room. She put it on. Maybe she could ask the Doctor if she could wash her clothes somewhere.

She left the bedroom and found her way to the kitchen. She was greeted by the smell of breakfast being made before she even entered the kitchen. She could hear the Doctor and River talking through the kitchen door. She suddenly felt a bit ashamed. She had slept in their bed, used their bathroom, without even asking. She looked down at the beautiful floor-length dressing gown. She was even wearing their clothes. She hoped they wouldn't mind.

She sighed and pushed the kitchen door open.

'Good morning, Piano Girl!' the Doctor exclaimed. He was at the stove frying eggs. River was sitting at the kitchen table and drunk tea. 'Did you sleep well? I see you're wearing River's dressing gown… Hmm, you probably need some clothes, don't you? That's all right, I've got tons of them! River, would you mind showing her?'

'Not at all, sweetie.' River smiled. She walked over to Immy and took her hand.

'Let's go,' she said.

Immy let River lead her away, out of the kitchen, through countless hallways, doors, rooms and corridors. They finally reached a big room, with mirrors everywhere, and River stopped. 'This is where we keep the spare clothes. Women's clothes are on that side.' River pointed to one side of the room. Immy looked around and noticed that the mirrors were not just mirrors, but doors. She walked over to one of them and opened it. Behind every mirror was a closet filled with all kinds of clothes.

'Which ones can I use?' she asked, and turned round to face River.

'Take whatever you need. They don't really belong to anybody.'

'What do you mean, "they don't belong to anybody? How did they get here?'

'It's just clothing that people forgot or left behind for some reason. It just kind of accumulated over the years. I should warn you, there's some pretty weird stuff in here.' She winked and left Immy alone in the room.

'Is there any underwear as well?' Immy yelled after her.

'Left cupboard!'

Immy pulled the left mirror open and discovered a dozen shelves, all packed with a strange collection of underwear. Immy let her eyes wander over the garments. Some were completely out-dated and some looked very futuristic. Some were see-through and looked so skimpy that she felt ashamed just by looking at the, while others looked like something an elderly lady would wear.

Her eye fell on a pair of light pink cotton knickers that looked like they would fit her. She looked over her shoulder to see if she was alone and untied the dressing gown. It dropped to the floor and fell in a heap around her ankles. The knickers fit her like a glove. She found a matching light pink bra, which, quite surprisingly, fit as well.

Her own reflection stared at her from all the mirrors in the room. The cold gave her goosebumps, so she picked up the dressing gown and threw it over her shoulders again. She walked around the room and opened all the mirrors on the left side. She stared open-mouthed at the clothes they revealed. There were hundreds, maybe even thousands of garments, waiting to be worn. There were ball gowns from the eighteenth century, bathing suits from the sixties, space suits, wedding dresses, t-shirts in a variety of colours (some of which she had never seen before) and all sorts of pyjamas. She looked at the different articles of clothing, skipping the really weird ones, and trying some of them on. In the end, she settled for a blue and purple t-shirt with buttons and a pair of jeans.

She stayed in the room for a while, having fun trying on all the different hats that were in the cupboards and looking at the amazing Victorian dresses. However, she hadn't had any breakfast yet, and her stomach was starting to growl. She picked up the borrowed dressing gown from the floor and walked back to the kitchen.

Or at least, she tried to.

After having walked for ten minutes, she found herself completely lost inside the maze that was the Tardis. She looked around, and even though she felt like she and River had gone through this corridor, she knew they hadn't because she would've noticed the painting of a cat that was on the wall to her left. Everything looked the same and she couldn't remember which way she had come from. She sighed. She might as well just wait here. If she were gone long enough, someone would surely come looking for her.

She paced up and down the corridor for a while, but soon she started to get really bored, and very hungry as well. She opened the nearest door, looking for some distraction. There was a bedroom behind the door, and Immy stepped inside.

The bedroom wasn't very big, but it was cosy. There was a single bed pushed against the wall. One of the walls was painted a light shade of blue, and the rest were white. There wasn't much else in the room, except for a closet.

Immy walked over to the bed and sat down. She grabbed the pillow and put it against the wall so she could sit more comfortably. She looked around again, and suddenly saw a photograph. It was on the bed, where the pillow had just been. She took the photo in her hands and held it up so she could look at it.

It was a photo of her parents.

What was a photo of her parents doing here? How could a photo of her parents be hidden underneath a pillow, in a little bedroom on a very weird spaceship? She frowned and shook her head. Something wasn't right here.

She studied the photograph more closely. It was an old photo. Her parents looked so much younger. She turned it around to see if there was a date on the back.

'May 2006,' she mumbled.

She looked at the picture again. Her parents smiled back at her. She decided to keep it. It was nice to have a photo of her parents while she felt so lost. Also, she might want to question the Doctor about it later. It seemed impossible that he would randomly have a photo of her parents. This couldn't be a coincidence.

Her head snapped up when she heard footsteps in the corridor. She quickly stuffed the photo in her pocket.

'Immy!' the Doctor yelled. 'Immy, where are you? Can you hear me? I brought you some breakfast!'

'I'm here!' she answered, and got up from the bed. The Doctor appeared in the doorway, holding a plate with toast and fried egg. She smiled at him, but he didn't smile back. She saw a shocked expression on his face as he dropped the plate he was holding.