The Doctor, with his Time Lord strength, carried the once-was-weeping-angel all the way through the facility. Martha held the blue TARDIS doors open, allowing plenty of room for the woman's body. He stalked to a door in the corridor, the Sick Bay. He placed her down. "Sorry my dear, but it's back in bed with you," he spoke to her unconscious form softly.

Martha half frowned, a question troubled her. "So, how are we going to make her stop getting into my head, Doctor? The sooner we wake her up the better."

He paused and cocked his brow at her. "Well, I suppose her psychic link has been overly trained, she can pick up on everyone around her and simultaneously project her own psyche to them. As though it's a language and she's having a group conversation, but mentally. If we could just shield her or maybe dampen her? So as not to squash her ability completely and handicap her. A PERCEPTION FILTER! Alllright, yeah that could work! I could build her a perception filter, only instead of filtering her from everyone else, it just needs to work in reverse!" He sprinted off, skidded to a stop and peeked back through the doorway to Martha. "Allons-y! Off to the wardrobe," he declared and gave her his big adorable smile that made her heart flutter.

"But Doctor, shouldn't someone stay with her? She might wake up and we don't know what she'll do. She might not be thinking straight. She should be—" Martha was cut off by the Doctor.

"Oh she'll be fine. I've just given her a dose of sedative. Buys us time. Now, come on."

Martha stepped into the corridor, following him into the massive wardrobe. The spiral stairs and the coral columns held up the ceiling high above them. "What are we looking for?" She asked as the man — possessed by an idea — rifled through a bin full of hats.

"Something that she can wear nearly all the time, near her brain." He pulled out a Stetson. "Suppose a hat could be bad manners." He threw the cowboy hat over his shoulder and paced around opening cupboards. He found a collection of jewelry. "Hmm… earrings could work, rather have more surface area to work with."

Martha peered into an amassed assortment of headpieces. She spotted a few that looked like circlets, reminding her of the Lord of the Rings movies. She picked the most simple design, thinking it would be the most casual option. It had a silver plait coming down to a slight point. "How about this, Doctor!" She shouted over the way to him. He leapt over in his sand shoes. When he took in what it was, a small smile appeared on his face.

"Martha Jones, I do believe you have a thing for fantasy! First it's Harry Potter and now it's Lord of the Rings! Haha, I love it. This is exactly what I need. I'll be off to the lab to get a few things discretely onto the underside. Can you find a change of clothes for her while I'm busy? Thanks," he said staring at the circlet in his hands, distracted as he walked away.

—

Angel awakened in a familiar place. The last time she remembered lying in this spot, she fell out of her treehouse. The Master was upset when he found her, mostly at having to do something for her. But she could sense he was a little sad to see her in pain.

"Oh good. You're awake." The Doctor's voice came from the doorway. She nearly jumped out of the bed. She had no idea anyone was there. She didn't sense them at all. Why couldn't she sense him?! She should be able to. What was happening? What was on her head? What was she wearing? She reached up to take it off. He grabbed her arm before she could and helped her sit up on the side of the cot.

"Calm down, dearie. You're going to hyperventilate. We need you to keep that on. Just breathe. In. Out. That's it. Now then, I suppose we should introduce ourselves properly. I'm the Doctor, and this," he said pointing to the woman in the doorway, "is soon-to-be Dr. Martha Jones. Can you tell us your name?"

She intentionally slowed her breathing in attempts to reach calmness. "Well Doctors, you can call me Angel. Now, can you please explain why I'm wearing this?" The sudden feeling of being cut of from her psychic senses was unnerving.

"You possess incredibly strong psychic abilities. I assume you've been trained by the Master?" She nodded. "Of course. In order for you to be around anyone, other than me really, you'll need to wear that circlet. Hopefully we can get you some practice with taming your psyche. Until then, I think it will be a benefit to your progress to learn how to get through life without it. Like a regular human."

"Are you saying I'm human? I—"

"Hold that thought" The Doctor cut her off, pulling his finger up to his lips. He raised his sonic screwdriver up to her circlet perched on her head and adjusted the setting to be the tiniest bit open, more accurate to average human levels.

She could at least tell there were two other people in the room. "Phew! That's better at least. Felt like I was utterly alone. You said I'm human?"

"Yes, I scanned your DNA. You're 100% human. It seems the Master isn't really your father as he lead you to believe. But that's ok, I may just be humanity's biggest fan. I've been saving you lot for such a long time now…." His eyes looked back to Martha's. She gave him a look that he doesn't quite understand.

"We need to tell her, she deserves to know." Martha felt very strongly that this mysterious young woman would be deeply affected by her circumstances. The Doctor's face went blank and he gave her a nod. Martha came to stand beside Angel.

"I'll just say it and you can ask whatever questions you like. When we found you, you were alone. But, I was able to diagnose you as postpartum, you were very recently pregnant. The Doctor confirmed this with his sample of your blood in addition to your DNA testing. And, according to him, he is able to tell that you underwent a surgery to remove the baby, though I can't see any evidence."

"The sick bay interface use an accelerated cellular reconstruction technique to close the wound. Do you know who the father is? Or who did this to you?"

Angel sat quietly, listening to the information. She kept her face blank. "No clue. The last thing I remember is going to sleep in my room. Then I woke up stuck in a body that wouldn't ever move. I've only ever seen the Master in person. I got to know a lot of other minds, but I was trapped in that one spot for years. I don't even know how long, or my age for that matter. The Master doesn't care for minor things like that." She spewed the information unregulated, a dam of emotions about to burst.

"You appear to be in your 20's to me," said Martha. The Doctor gave her a skeptical look. He decided to keep his thoughts to himself for now. The current news was bad enough, all he had were assumptions anyway.

"With your being postpartum, you might have a lot of weird things happening to you. Just let me know and I can help. Even if it's just to talk, ok? It must be hard, finding out you've just had a baby, but never getting to meet—" Angel leapt from the cot and ran out the door. Martha looked at the Doctor in surprise. "Should we run after her?"

He paused for a moment, but realized she probably had a room on the TARDIS. Somehow, it was her home. "Nah, we should give her some time."

"Why doesn't she have any symptoms of long term immobility? I mean if she was just lying there unattended for who knows how long wouldn't she have bed sores and muscle atrophy for instance?"

"There was an automated program that kept her in her peak of health. Whoever is responsible for her situation made sure she would be ok. For better or worse." He stared off in the air, lost in thought.

—

"Could you point me which way to Angel's room?" Martha asked as she strolled through the control room, a tray of tea and snacks in hand. His head lifted up from the project he was tinkering with, eyed the tray, then pointed in the direction.

Martha headed down the corridor he indicated and worried while she walked. What state she would find Angel in? Would she be mad? Curled up in bed? Sobbing on the floor? She reached the door with her name on it. She adjusted her grip on the tray and knocked gingerly.

No sounds came through, she decided to open the door anyway. Her first glimpse was a rope and wood plank landing. It sat in the canopy of a forest. The sky above was dark, but straight ahead was a full sized house nestled in a giant tree. The place was lit up by warm string lights and lanterns hanging overhead. A wood plank bridge was suspended between the landing and the treehouse. Martha hoped the bridge wasn't as rickety as it appeared. She tested the movement of it with a couple jerks from her foot. It was fairly sturdy, she managed the length without fear of spilling the tea.

She knocked gingerly once more. She heard Angel shout a reply that sounded like "hold on" from far behind the door. A moment later the door opened. Angel stood there in a white lace-trimmed night gown that looked like it's from the Victorian era. The image of seeing Angel in a white night gown and circlet reminds Martha of her namesake.

Angel gave her a warm smile. "Hey Martha, everything alright?"

"Yeah, I was just checking up on you. See how you're doing. Wanted to make sure you had something in your stomach. I brought refreshments." She gestured to the tray.

"Wow, thank you Martha! Please come in. There's the kitchen" She opened up the TARDIS blue door fully and pointing to the kitchen on her left.

"Oh I didn't realize you had an entire house inside of your room. Just when I think I understand this ship, it amazes me again," she commented, eyed wandering around the home. She noted that it felt old and lived in. The dark walks were calming.

Angel smiled. "She's psychic and she sees the entirety of time all at once. I asked her to use her complete knowledge to make me a room that feels like home. That was after I was a wild little girl and it was a tiny little treehouse." They get started on their meal as she spoke.

"You seem so well adjusted. Are you sure nothing's bothering you?" Plenty bothered Angel, but she didn't like to show it.

"Sorry to disappoint you Martha, but I really am ok. I actually feel good. I'm so relived to have my body back. I feel a little guilty even, for feeling so good. Seems like I should be torn apart about not having my baby. Maybe it just hasn't really hit yet? I almost don't believe it," she confessed. Her mouth ran away from her mind. Martha's face softened. She tried to think of something for them to do together.

"Oh I've got an idea! We could go hunt down the theatre room. I heard the Doctor mention it." Angel gave a smile and agreed. They headed down the corridor to the theatre room and saw a movie already playing, displayed on a wall sized screen. The room was filled with a collection of various comfortable furnishings.

"I like this actress. What's her name?"

"Oh, Audrey Hepburn. Pretty famous. She's basically a Hollywood Icon."

"Audrey. I like that name. I think if I ever meet my baby and it's a girl, I'll call her Audrey."

"What about a boy's name?"

Angel scrunched her face in thought. "No idea. I never really thought seriously about having children before."

Martha sat on a pillowy sofa positioned just so in front of the picture. She switched it to Harry Potter. Angel sat in the middle of the sofa, rested her head on her hand propped up beside Martha and curled her feet up in the open space to her right. After a while, the Doctor came in and sat to her right.

"So they have to use wands to use magic? Seems a bit inconvenient. Couldn't they just train their minds? At least for minor telekinesis, like that feather raising."

"Uhh, I think the point is that telekinesis isn't real."

"Except it is real, Martha. I can do it."

Martha's face fell open. "What?"

The Doctor looked at her. "So you're able to use your psychic abilities for telepathy AND telekinesis?" She turned her head to reciprocate.

"Yes?" She wondered why he is so surprised. "But not all the time. It's pretty draining. Is it uncommon for humans?"

"I'd say so, you're the only human I've ever known to be able to. Well, without having stared into the heart of the TARDIS and absorbing it's Time Vortex energy. But the result of that was completely unsustainable." Martha and Angel were staring at him in both confusion and awe. After a quiet pause the Doctor added, "It is interesting to see the effects of growing up on the TARDIS and being trained exclusively by the Master."

Angel gave him a half smile, eyes sparkling. "I miss him." She swallowed a lump in her throat and said, "It was just me and the TARDIS most of the time. But it always felt good having him around. Even when he was mean. I'm kinda fucked up, I guess." She gave a light chuckle before laying her head down in Martha's lap and extending her legs into the skinny, brown-eyed doctor's lap. He told the story about the word Expelliarmus and how Martha helped him save Earth from the Carrionites. She fell asleep while the young wizards were flying around on broomsticks.

The next couple of days proceeded in a similar fashion, although Angel spent her mornings in the library instead of her treehouse. The Doctor tinkered in the control room. Angel would be on her own until Martha would come to offer her tea. Then they would head to the theatre room for a film and a cuddle on the pillowy sofa.

—

"Are you sure you'll be ok?" Martha asked once more.

"Of course Martha! I've lived by myself on this ship for the majority of my life! Now go on, I've heard enough crazy stories about what you both might run into. I'll see you when you return." She glanced at the Doctor, "Stay safe."

Martha and the Doctor left through the TARDIS doors. Angel peaked out of the doors, watching them discuss the time and place.

She decided to get started on her reading and headed down to the library. She'd been thinking about how much she missed out with her pregnancy. How much she didn't know about regular human life. Wanting to learn more, she asked the TARDIS to help her understand. Several hours later, she discovered how much easier life on the TARDIS was. She felt little relation to the struggles of human life, aside from living in near solitude, but even that wasn't normal. Once again, she asked the TARDIS for assistance. Though this time to do less for her. She requested to let her clean the treehouse herself and to cook for herself. She grabbed her stack of books and headed to her treehouse, ready for a challenge.

—

The TARDIS doors squeaked as they opened, startling Angel awake. She had been reclined in a jump seat with legs crossed and a book in her lap. The Doctor and Martha stepped inside quietly. Angel popped up and leaned on the console, smiling at her new comrades return. "So how was it? Not well from the looks of you." The adventurers gave each other a look.

"I guess saving the earth takes a toll on you from time to time," said the Doctor.

Angel wanted to get the whole of the ordeal out of them. It would be a challenge with her psychic damper. She had to get them relaxed and talking. "Let's go watch a movie. Maybe you both can unwind?" She hoped their routine would get their tongues wagging.

"I'm beat after all of that. I'm going to bed. Catch up later?" Martha said. She headed to her room.

Angel looked at the Doctor. He started walking away, then paused. He looked over his shoulder then tipped his head in the direction he was going. "Well come on then, Angel." She smiled and caught up to him, heading to the theatre room once again. The TARDIS started a movie for them called Juno. After a few scenes of the movie the Doctor's face was twisted in confusion.

"Oh, she must've caught onto what I was reading about while you were gone," she explained. "I've been delving into various media to understand my situation more fully. And to relate more with Martha's human life."

"Well, that's good. I'm glad to hear it. But it's not just that. This movie hasn't released yet in Martha's time. I suppose it's close enough that it's not a big deal if she ends up joining us." Angel smiled to herself, glad that he started talking. It was almost like thinking out loud. He seemed to be relaxing into his usual self. "No matter. She seemed tired. She'll probably sleep for eons."

Angel decided to use this new mood of his to her advantage. She placed her hand on his, "Doctor, won't you tell me what happened in New York?" He thought for a moment and decided it would be better to just show her. He raised his hands to hold her head and gently rested his forehead on hers. She felt the familiar presence of his mind. She gazed into his dark eyes, sharing a vision. He rested his hands on her shoulders.

She saw him investigating the Hooverville disappearances. Then saw the poor pig-slave creature resting in the tunnel. She felt his sadness and held his hands in hers, removing them from her shoulders. The feelings overwhelmed her when they lost Frank during their escape. She wrapped her arms behind his neck. She squeezed when he figured out the planet of origin of the strange organism was Skaro. She felt his loathing of the Daleks. Felt it grow when Solomon was killed. Felt his hope grow. She squeezed again as he was screaming in pain from the lightning strike. She felt his his torment at the genocide of the hybrids. She felt his dread as the last Dalek escaped. She felt his bittersweet excitement when he stabilized Laszlo's mutated DNA. And lastly, she felt his appreciation of her waiting there to ask him about it .

Her face reddened slightly, she was thankful the room was dark. She faced back towards the movie, but decided to curl up holding his arm, resting her head against it. She drifted off to sleep.

Twenty minutes later, the Doctor heard her trying to say something. Eventually, she begged for help in her sleep. He obliged and gave her a dream, a lighthearted version of Robinhood.

—

The TARDIS shook and whooshed as the Doctor fidgeted with the knobs and switches. Martha and Angel leaned on the console to hold steady.

"There we go. Perfect landing. Which isn't easy in such a tight spot," said the Doctor.

"You should be used to tight spots by now," said Martha. She looked over her shoulder at the doors. "Where are we?" She smiled in excitement and rushed to open the door.

"The end of the line," he answered, less excited. "No place like it." He nodded in response.

Martha quickly stepped out of the TARDIS. The Doctor followed after her. Angel stayed behind, watching them talk from the scanner screen.

"Home? You took me home?" Angel was dumbfounded that the Doctor was leaving Martha. And without even letting her know so she could say goodbye. How could he do that? Soon he came back inside, alone this time. He began the dematerialization sequence.

"Hmm, you forgot about me?" She accused in a sing-song voice. Her face was poised with a half-smile. The Doctor quirked a brow at her tone.

"Oh, Martha said to tell you how wonderful it was spending time with you and to stay in touch if you ever decide to leave the TARDIS," he said, hoping his blunder wouldn't cause conflict.

"Why would I ever leave the TARDIS?" She joked, but she could see it didn't sit right with the Doctor. Was he afraid it was true?

"You're human, Angel. Spending time with other humans is part of being human… hang on!" He fiddled with the console some more and returned them to the moment right after they left. The Doctor leaned through the doorway.

"No, I'm sorry. Did he say he was going to change what it means to be human?" His face scrunched with confusion.

"Suppose he did, yeah…" Martha replied with a bright smile on her face.

"Alright then, we better head off to this event. Let's see what all the fuss is about. Wanna find something to wear in the TARDIS wardrobe?" She quickly headed back into the TARDIS. She saw Angel's face light up at her reappearance.

"Angel, do you want to come meet my family? We're going to a black tie event my sister's putting on. Most of them will be there." Angel agreed. She didn't want to lose her chance to spend time with her. Martha dragged her off to the wardrobe to find something black tie appropriate for 2007.