The last chapter... Dun dun dun!! I apologise for the month I spent writing this, but writing endings is hard. I'm not entirely satisfied with the ending but I hope it's up to standard.

So read on and enjoy...

Thursday, 1st January , 12:45am

I waited for a few minutes. Then a few more. Then I got bored and sat down.

The Doctor sure was taking his time. I couldn't help thinking that maybe he had been eaten by the aliens… Maybe that would explain why they had gone so quiet.

My head was feeling weird. My arm was throbbing. The room kept spinning out of focus. I'm sure that's not really a good sign, is it?

I had to be dreaming. I wish I were dreaming, sound asleep in my lovely bed where everything was all right and none of this had ever happened. Never.

Eventually, I laid my head on the desk, sick of watching Captain Jack pacing the rotating room. All I wanted to do was to go to sleep… Sleep…

Not going to happen though. Not with the Doctor there.

I heard him before I saw him.

"NO, NO, NOO!!" he sounded angry. What had happened? Were the aliens trying to eat him?

He burst through the door, covered in gooey stuff. Green gooey stuff, yuck.

"Doctor, what happened?" Jack asked urgently, as the Doctor ran across the room to the desk. I looked up at him. Even sideways he looked angry.

"You pressed the button!" he said, looking at me and gritting his teeth.

"What?" I frowned, forcing myself to sit up. "No, I didn't!" I glanced down.

Oh, bugger…

He was right, I had pressed the button. When I laid my head down on the desk. Damn. Press the button and "Boom goes the aliens", as Jack had said. Although that would explain the gooey stuff.

Doctor glared at me. Now I know, aliens aren't scary… he is, though.

He was just about to say something when Mum spoke up. It was the first time she had said anything since… well earlier on. She sounded very small and meek.

"But, it's ok now?" She said. "It's ok. Those things aren't after Amy anymore. She's safe. We can go home… Right?"

The Doctor stared at her for a minute or so. "No." he said, sadly.

Huh? Now what?

"Why not?" I demanded, standing up. "I've had enough, I want to go home!"

I suddenly felt extremely dizzy. The room blurred and fell sideways. Or rather, I fell sideways. Someone caught me before I hit the ground; probably Captain Jack, he was closest.

And then black…

I did eventually wake up again. Although not in my lovely warm bed as I had wished. Nope, laying on glass and debris with my mum, some guy called Jack and a Doctor leaning over to all look at me.

I think it's time to find out what the hell is going on…

Thursday, 1st January , 1:30am

OK, gotta write quick. Actually, I'm not sure why I'm writing this. It's a waste of really precious time. But people have to know. People should know what the hell is going on in this world. Who knows, this diary might even become like a proper story or something… a book, or maybe even a film!! I wonder who would play me…?

Damn it, I'm rambling. No, bad, stop! Can't afford to ramble…

Here.

"Why not?" I asked the Doctor again. He stared at me. "Why. Can't. I. Go. Home?"

He still didn't answer, but instead took my arm to look at the lovely teeth marks. I was getting very frustrated…

The Doctor carefully unwound the bandages on my arm and I winced. Whether I winced from the pain or the sight, I wasn't sure. Let me ask something though: blood is red, right?

Mine wasn't. And no, I'm not some mutant freak. Well… ok I did have some strange substances in my blood that shouldn't be there, but it should be red regardless.

However, the large holes in my arm where the alien had bit me now oozed some black… stuff. Ew! That made me feel even more sick.

My mum screamed. "What is that stuff!?" She had to look away, bless.

"It's the poison from the Paclyfor bite," the Doctor informed her, not looking away from my arm. "It has infected her system, travelling through her blood. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

My eyes widened in panic, although not nearly as much as my mum's. Jack's face hardened as he stared at the Doctor.

"Is there nothing you can do, Doc?" But the Doctor shook his head.

My stomach dropped as I looked back and forth at everyone's faces. Panic, hysteria, distress, sadness. How could this happen? Why did this happen? Why?

"B-but…" I stammered "But it b-bit J-Jack! It bit him, too, on the leg! Why isn't he… l-like this? Is he I--infected? W-will he…?" I couldn't bring myself to say it. Still can't actually.

Jack shook his head sadly and stared at me instead. "I can't die." He said the words slowly, to make sure I understood. Which I did. Perfectly.

Captain Jack couldn't die. The poison wouldn't affect him. But, for me, on the other hand… the poison was already affecting me… I could die… I would die.

10 minutes later. I finally broke the silence that was haunting the room. There was only one question I wanted to know the answer to, but a million things I was desperate to say.

Eventually I found my little voice. "Why me?"

Everyone looked up from their different parts of the room; Jack from the desk, my mum from my right side, holding my hand and the Doctor from my left, a little further away. I waited expectantly.

"I don't know," the Doctor finally answered. "I don't know why they picked you, out of every living thing on this planet. I don't know why they thought that your blood in particular would be different from anyone else. I don't know why they ruined your life…I'm sorry." He looked at me, very sincere. I think it was bothering him, not knowing everything.

"It's not your fault." I found myself saying.

What? If I hadn't met him, none of this would have happened. What was I talking about?

Still, I couldn't blame him. It wasn't really the Doctor fault; I just wanted some one to blame. If he hadn't been here then I would already be dead, at least that what I think the aliens were going to do to me. Actually, I'm fairly sure that they weren't going to just take a blood sample and let me walk away. They would have killed me.

I suppose that it was bad luck, really. Really, massively huge bad luck that the damn aliens chose me out of every living thing on the whole planet to use as a storage facility to keep the blood that was going to help rebuild their civilisation.

Just very bad luck…

So what can I say?

My heartbeat is getting louder and louder but I'm not panicking. I can't stop it. I should just stay here, lying still until… well until it's over.

I should say thank you really. Thank you to Mum and my friend Clare, the people who mean the most to me. Mum, I'm glad you told me the truth. And I'm sorry I got you into all this, even though you did work for the aliens before, so that's not really my fault, is it? You didn't know any more than I did so... Damn, I'm rambling again.

Clare, you can have my CD collection. And my DVD's, if you must.

Thank you to Captain Jack, although I'm not entirely sure why.

Thank you to the big blue box. The thing that started all this. It's always there, you should look out for it sometimes. Just in the street or on a corner. It's there, always there...

And thank you to the Doctor. The most strange, unusual and brilliant man I know. The guy who just appeared at my kitchen door, less than two days ago and led me on this… whatever this is. Adventure? Yeah, I'd call it an adventure.

Just thank you…

And thank you to anyone who has ever reviewed or even read this story. Good feedback really does make this worth while. Thanks.
I'll review reply for this now, as an even bigger thank you.