I couldn't understand what'd happened… the reason I was alive yet, after everything Ten had explained. That crazy anomaly stuff… it should have killed me already. But there I was, still kicking.

"Where… where's The Doctor…?" I asked, voice shaking and eyes rested on Jackie.

She put her hand tenderly on my blanket-covered ankle, continuing to look at me. "He's not here right now. He's off someplace, with my daughter. They're trying to figure out who you are." Jackie said, tone soft and caring.

With frail movements, I shifted my head towards her to speak. "I'm… I'm someone from... from your Doctor's future. I-I've been falling th-through time f-for… so long. My Doctor, he said… he said I'm dying." After I'd forced those words from my throat, Jackie's phone began ringing.

It was Rose.

"Hello? Rose? Is everything alright?" Jackie listened to her daughter's response, then looked towards me. "Yeah, she's up now. But you've got to tell that Doctor of yours to get here, quick as he can. She says she's from his future. That she's been falling through time or something, I don't know. She's said this 'future Doctor' told her that she's dying." Jackie finished the call with Rose and sighed, turning her head to the floor for a second.

I gazed at her weakly and so very scared of my situation. Every cell in my body was screaming… I was in pain unbearable. Yet… it was somewhat less than the days previous. Whatever the reason for that, I was glad it seemed to be improving anyways. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, as the saying goes.

Still, all of it was quite strange. The 'why' didn't matter at that moment though… it was the 'how I was going to get back to a Doctor that already knows about me' that mattered.

As I was pondering that thought briefly, Nine had arrived back at the Tyler house. He walked into the room, face dotted with tender concern.

"Doctor…" I mumbled in a strained voice.

"I'm here." he said. Nine's kind tone resonated within my being. He meant those words in a manner so much deeper than just his physical presence.

Looking me over, he cupped my face as Ten did before. "I'm sorry." Nine said. His expression turned somber. "I don't know who you are, but I do know what's causing this. And I can't help you. At least, not this me. Only the future version of myself can fix what's happened to you.. Unfortunately, I haven't the foggiest as to how we're going to get you back to him." Nine set his eyes on the floor for a quick moment, then rapidly darted them back to my direction. "But you don't worry about that. Just rest. I'll take care of everything."

Just then, Rose entered the room, hands tucked in her pockets. "Hello." she said, almost sheepishly.

I chuckled horsely, giving her a quick little nod. "Hey." I said, wearing a tired smile.

"That her?" Rose softly asked Nine. The expression she had was one of confusion, but in a compassionate way.

"Yes." he answered, without taking his gaze from me.

The Doctor was blaming himself again… except this time it was a past version of himself. So, I suppose he was doing it, in regards to my situation, for the first time. Gosh, time travel is weird… but, anyhoo... back to the story…

All of a sudden, I started violently shaking and my entire body was radiating pain throughout.

Then everything went dark and silent. I'd gone unconscious again.

Slowly but surely, my eyes blinked themselves open, fading my new surroundings into view.

I was in the Tardis… but no one was there.

"Hello…? Doctor…? Are you in here…?" I called shakily, hoping to hear Ten's voice.

As I was just about to cry, I got startled by the sight of the doors swinging open. Rushing through them was Martha Jones, who seemed to be in the middle of a chipper conversation with The Doctor.

But, when she finally noticed me, Martha stopped in her tracks. "Doctor…" she said, stunned.

"Hm? What is it?" Ten asked in a calm, curious tone.

"Look…" Martha said, pointing at me.

Ten walked fully inside the Tardis, then landed his eyes on my face.

"Miriam…?" He said, completely taken aback. "I thought I'd lost you."

Martha was still staring at me, her expression was of bafflement. "You know her?"

"Yeah… I've known her a long time. But she's only known me for a few days. Well… personally, that is." Ten paused, tugging and rubbing his left earlobe for a second. "Wait a minute, hold on… why are you so much better? I mean, not that I'm complaining, but you were dying the last time I saw you. And I assume it hasn't even been a week for you, judging by how fresh your cuts are… so, how are you better?" he said in his classic, quizzical manner.

I just gazed at him for a moment, not sure what to say. Then again, I don't believe he was actually searching for an answer from me. No, he was merely asking out loud to process everything.

"I don't… I don't know." I said, speaking as if I'd swallowed gravel.

Ten continued scanning me over, attempting to know how my condition was improving despite not having my memory wiped.

Martha stood there, still by the door and just as confused as she was before. "Isn't anyone going to fill me in?" she said.

"Not now, Martha." The Doctor said, inspecting me with his sonic screwdriver.

"Stop bleeping me." I said with a British accent, trying to make a joke.

The Doctor gave a little open mouth smile and a slight eyebrow raise, then turned off his screwdriver. I think he got the reference, but I'll probably never know for certain.

"Sorry." Ten said, shifting himself away from me a bit. "It's just, I don't understand. Your condition shouldn't be improving, not without a memory wipe. It's simply not possible. Unless…" The Doctor stopped, expression changing from mystified to one of theory exploration.

"Oh! Of course!" he exclaimed, face jumping into an 'ah-ha' position. "If someone is from another reality— like you are—then it is possible that the side effects of the A.V.E.S. system could, potentially, self-resolve. Since the rules of your reality are slightly different from ours, you may be reacting differently because of that." he explained.

I looked at him again. "What do mean 'different reality'?" I asked, confused.

"Well, you're not exactly in yours at the moment." Ten responded.

"I'm not? Well, how did that happen? How did I end up in a different reality?" I asked, panicking a bit.

The Doctor breathed in then out softly. "You must have passed through a reality hole by mistake somewhere. You wouldn't have noticed it because you entered into a reality so similar to your own." He said in a kind voice.

"So… do you know where I'm from then? Cuz… how you've been treating me and the way you've said some things… it's giving me the impression that you know a lot more about me then you've verbally expressed." I said in a frustrated but gentle tone.

Ten stared at me for a second, then responded. "Well, yes… I know almost everything about you, actually. I know you have a cat named Honey. I know that you love pizza and a good, well done steak with off-brand A1 on top. I know your mom's name is Jodi. I even know—in your reality—my entire life is in a TV show… that you're a huge fan of it. I know everything… basically." The Doctor explained.

Processing what I was just told, I gazed blankly in a direction a bit to the left of Ten's head.

While I did that, I saw Martha in the corner of my eye making an expression of mild shock.

"Okay… someone really needs to tell me WHAT is going on." Martha exclaimed.

But before she could get an answer from anyone, a loud booming noise was heard outside of The Tardis. Without hesitation, Ten ran over and looked out the door to see what happened. "Urm, well… that's not good." he said.

"What is it now?" I asked. I was absolutely done with it all.

"I think… we're stuck." Ten said.