Just something I came up with when rewatching "New Earth".

I wasn't supposed to be here. It was supposed to be physically impossible for me to be here, yet here I was. They hadn't noticed I was awake yet. That I was breathing and alive, able to move. The cat people were clueless for now, but I couldn't take much more. The gas made me sick, violently ill and I was forced to hold it back again and again as the cats searched through us all. They knew. They weren't supposed to know. I wouldn't die like the others. I couldn't be infected and I couldn't get out. The pod trapped me. It was impossible for me to escape, at least, from the inside. Someone needed to let me out.

But who would find me? Who could possibly help me? I was in an underground area of the hospital that no one but the cats knew about. The only other people down here were the infected. The people that the cats used in an attempt to cure the people above. I need to get out. I slammed a fist against the thick glass as I had done hundreds of thousands of times, though it was no use. The glass wouldn't break no matter how hard I hit it. I need to get out!

I stiffened upon hearing someone coming and I feigned unconsciousness as they wandered into the room.

"It was having a perfectly normal blood wash, and all of a sudden, it started crying." A cat said, walking in with another. "It's this one."

She opened one of the pods and I couldn't help but feel my heart clench as the man inside reached out towards them, crying and begging.

"Please, help me."

"Look at its eyes. So alive." The cat said, sounding almost disgusted.

"Positively sparkling."

"Please, where am I?" He questioned, making me lower my head and clench my eyes shut.

"And speech! How can it even have a vocabulary?"

"Sister Corvin's written a thesis on the migration of sentience. She calls it 'The Echo of Life'. It's well worth a read."

"Help me…"

"I've seen enough, thank you."

The cat closed the door and I braced myself for what I knew was going to happen next.

"If this happens again, we might have to review our brain stem policy."

"And what should we do with the patient?"

"Standard procedure. Incinerate."

The cat pulled a lever, lighting up the man's pod and I grit my teeth tightly as I heard his screams echo around the room, that is, until the cat approached me. Unfortunately, it was too late for me to play possum.

"Ah, and this one's awake. Be sure to start treatment seven now that she's up."

"Of course."

I slammed a fist against the glass once more, snarling at the cat nun as she flinched ever so slightly and hurried off. The other cat stayed and proceeded to start this treatment seven. The pain was excruciating and I thrashed and screamed for what felt like hours, though I knew it was only for a few moments. I did my best to collect whatever it was they had just given me and force it out of my body, but it would take a lot of energy and by the time I finished expelling a majority of it, I was too exhausted to do much more than hang there limply. My breathing was erratic and came out in wheezes, vision blurred to the point that I couldn't make out hardly anything. My ears were ringing from my own screaming and I felt on the verge of tears mentally screaming my hatred towards the creatures that were doing this to me.

I'm not even supposed to be here. Even remembering how I got here is all a blur now. Whatever they've been giving me has altered my memories. All I can remember is… a TV show. But it's all so real now… that's impossible. I strained lightly against the chains holding me back, but I was too weak. I could hardly even hear the footsteps heading this way. Wait…footsteps? But the cats already— I heard a door being open not too far off and lifted my head enough to see two people, a man and a woman, opening the door of a pod across the way. People?! A-Actual people?!

"That's disgusting. What's wrong with him?" The girl asked as I grit my teeth and forced myself to stand in my own pod.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." The man said, closing the door as he moved down the line to the next door and opened it.

"What disease is that?"

"All of them. Every single disease in the galaxy. They've been infected with everything."

"What about us? Are we safe?"

"The air's sterile. Just don't touch them." He said, closing the door just as I gathered enough energy to slam my fist into the glass, a resounding 'boom' echoing in the underground chamber catching their attention.

He looked over at the woman as I did it once more, pressing a hand to the glass in the hopes that he might see it. Please… Please get me out. I silently begged, hearing his footsteps stepping away as I slammed my fist against the door four more times, desperately trying to stop him. Come back! Please! I peeked open my eyes then, hoping to see him or the woman, but there was nothing. They had gone… Or so I thought.

The door to my pod opened and I very nearly cried in relief as the man poked his head around the door with surprised eyes.

"Well, I certainly didn't expect this."

"What is it?"

I frowned at the woman as she poked around the corner as well. "I'm not an it." I breathed out, voice raspy from screaming. "Now do you mind… helping me get out?"

The man began waving some stick at the cuffs and they released themselves. Fortunately, that meant I was free but—with no more strength left—I fell forward. The man was kind enough to catch me though, helping me out of the pod and sitting me down on the ground as I struggled to take in something that wasn't disease filled gas.

"But what about the diseases?!" The woman shouted, looking panicked. "Won't you be infected?!"

The man shook his head. "Doesn't appear so with this one, though I would be able to handle some exposure… well, to a point." He then turned to me. "I'm the Doctor and this is Rose Taylor. How did you get here?"

"Wish you could tell me." I breathed out, peeking an eye open. "Whatever they've been giving me has altered my memories. I can't remember how I got here or where I am other than a hospital. I'm lucky I can even remember my name, at this point… Kris Eaton."

"It's nice to meet you, Kris." He smiled, though I felt it was a little forced, given our current situation. "Is there anything you can tell me about what they're doing down here?"

"Nothing much." I responded, clearing my throat a bit. "They just give us the diseases and then take samples from those living through it. Harvesting cures, is my guess."

He frowned. "And what about you? I don't see any symptoms."

"I'm special, I guess." I bitterly joked. "I never showed symptoms. For some reason, I can gather whatever they give me and expel it. They've been experimenting to try and figure me out ever since."

His eyes softened, though I could see some curiosity in them. "I'm so sorry."

"Not your fault." I croaked, clearing my throat once more.

Rose stepped up then, looking at me with a worried expression. "How many patients are there?"

"They're not patients." The Doctor said, looking furious.

"But they're sick."

"They were born sick. They were meant to be sick. They exist to be sick."

I nodded. "We're all lab rats. I was just the unlucky one to have been brought here instead of born here."

"No wonder the Sisters have got a cure for everything. They've built the ultimate research laboratory. A human farm… Come on. Let's get you out of here."

He looked sorrowfully over at me and helped me up, draping my arm over his shoulder as we started walking out.

"Why don't they just die?" Rose questioned as we walked.

"Plague carriers. The last to go."

"It's for the greater cause."

I tensed at the new voice, body poised to fight if need be, feeling bile rise up in my throat at the cat nurse.

"Novice Hame." The Doctor said, looking cross. "When you took your vows, did you agree to this?"

"The Sisterhood has sworn to help."

"What? By killing? Torturing?" The Doctor shouted.

"But they're not real people. They're specially grown. They have no proper existence. And she was an impossibility!" The cat tried to explain, but I wasn't having it.

"You've killed thousands!" I shouted. "The moment they start feeling again, you incinerate them!"

The Doctor was even more displeased with that. "What's the turnover, hm? Thousand a day? Thousand the next? Thousand the next? How many thousands? For how many years? How many?!"

"Mankind needed us. They came to this planet with so many illnesses. We couldn't cope. We did try. We tried everything. We tried using clone-meat and bio-cattle, but the results were too slow, so the Sisterhood grew its own flesh. That's all they are. Flesh."

"These people are alive."

"But think of those humans, out there. Healthy and happy because of us."

"And what about the people in here?!" I shouted, absolutely ticked. "Don't we deserve a chance to be happy?!"

The Doctor agreed. "If they live because of this, then life is worthless."

"But who are you to decide that?"

"I'm the Doctor. And if you don't like it, if you want to take it to a higher authority, then there isn't one. It stops with me."

We were face-to-face with Novice Hame now, but before we could get any further with our argument, Rose stepped up.

"Just to confirm, none of the humans in this city actually know about this."

"We thought it best not." Novice Hame said with a slight bow.

"Hold on." The Doctor said, adjusting my position. "I can understand the bodies. I can understand your vows. One thing I can't understand, what have you done to Rose?"

I blinked, very confused, but allowed the Doctor to continue on, uninterrupted.

"I don't know what you mean."

"And I'm being very, very calm. You want to be aware of that. Very, very calm. And the only reason I'm being so very, very calm is that the brain is a delicate thing. Whatever you've done to Rose's head, I want it reversed."

"We haven't done anything." Novice Hame said, as…not-Rose spoke.

"I'm perfectly fine."

"These people are dying and Rose would care." The Doctor said, turning around after helping me lean up against a pod.

"Oh, alright, clever clogs. Smarty pants. Lady-killer." Not-Rose pulled out his tie once he faced her.

"What's happened to you?"

"I knew something was going on in this hospital, but I needed this body and your mind to find it out."

"Who are you?"

"The last human." She said in his ear.

"Cassandra?"

"Wake up and smell the perfume." She then sprayed something up his nose and he collapsed, making me look between everyone in blatant shock.

Did she just—

"Y-You've hurt him!" Novice Hame said, kneeling to his side once he'd fallen. "I don't understand. I-I'll have to fetch Matron."

"You do that, because I want to see her." Cassandra said, barking orders at the cat nurse. "Now run along! Sounds the alarm!"

The cat took off and Cassandra yanked on a set of tubes, setting off an alarm, before heading towards the Doctor and I.

"H-Hey. I don't know what's going on, but I don't think—"

She suddenly shoved me into an open pod, my head slamming into the metal siding and making me dizzy as she closed the door. No, no, no. Please, not again! I heard another door close and felt sick already as I soon heard the Doctor shouting in his pod.

"Let me out! Let me out!"

"Aren't you lucky there was a spare? Standing room only."

"You've stolen Rose's body." He scolded as I struggled to get the ringing in my head to stop.

"Over the years, I've thought of a thousand ways to kill you, Doctor. And now that's exactly what I've got. One thousand diseases. They pump the patients with a top-up every ten minutes. You've got around three minutes left. Though your friend over there only has two. Enjoy."

"Just let Rose go, Cassandra."

"I will. As soon as I find someone younger and… less common. Then I'll junk her with the waste. Now hushaby. It's show time."

I saw her blurry figure move away, but I was only angrier when I heard the cats speak up.

"Anything we can do to help?"

"Straight to the point, Whiskers. I want money."

"The Sisterhood is a charity. We don't give money. We only accept."

"The humans across the water pay you a fortune, and that's exactly what I need. A one-off payment, that's all I want. Oh, and perhaps a yacht. In return for which, I shall tell the city nothing of your institutional murder. Is that a deal?"

"I'm afraid not."

Like they would accept a deal. I mentally scoffed, before I heard the hissing of air and quickly held my breath as the gas began flooding into my pod.

"I'd really advise you to think about this." Cassandra continued, in an attempt to compromise.

"Oh, there's no need. I have to decline."

"I'll tell them and you've no way of stopping me. You're not exactly Nuns with Guns. You're not even armed."

I'm running out of air…

"Who needs arms when we have claws?"

"Well, nice try. Chip! Plan B!"

I spotted another figure over to the side and mentally sighed in relief when he pulled the lever opening all the pod doors. I stumbled out, coughing and leaning against my own door with a frown.

"While I'm glad that I'm out of that thing… you do know that you just unleashed a horde of disease carrying people that can kill you with a single touch, right?"

The Doctor stepped out of his pod in shock. "What have you done?!"

"Gave the system a shot of adrenaline, just to wake them up. See you!"

"Don't touch them! Whatever you do, don't touch!" The Doctor shouted at the cats before grabbing me and chasing after Cassandra and Chip.

We continued running, even as the doors around us sparked and the locks fizzed out, unleashing even more people behind us. We finally came to a stop, myself struggling to breathe, and the Doctor overlooked the open doors in shock.

"Oh my God." Cassandra breathed out.

"What the hell have you done?" The Doctor said.

"It wasn't me!"

"One touch and you get every disease in the world and I want that body safe, Cassandra. We've got to go down."

"But there's thousands of them!"

"Run! Down! Down! Go down!" The Doctor shouted at us as we became nearly surrounded by Flesh.

I was doing what I could to keep up, but it was difficult. I hadn't so much as moved more than a few inches while locked up, and I had inhaled some of the gas before I was let out, so running now after all of that wasn't the best thing for me. The Doctor seemed to realize this and he helped me as much as he could, continuing to shout.

"Keep going! Go down!"

We passed through a smaller door, scrambling towards the lifts, but the Doctor stopped us.

"No, the lifts have closed down. That's the quarantine. Nothing's moving."

"This way!" She shouted, leading us down another path, but Chip got cut off from us, making the Doctor and I stop.

"Someone will touch him!"

"Leave him!" Cassandra shouted. "He's just a clone thing! He's only got a half-life. Come on!"

She hurried off and the Doctor gave her a brief glance and then turned back to Chip.

"I'm sorry. I can't let her escape."

He then turned, taking me by the wrist and tugging me after him as we tried to catch up with Cassandra. I felt bad for Chip though, he was just like the Flesh in a way, made to do work for someone else and then left behind. We ran down another passageway though, and I put those thoughts in the back of my head as the Doctor closed the door behind us and let me lean up against it as I tried to catch my breath and Cassandra checked another door only to slam it shut moments later.

"We're trapped! What are we going to do?!"

"Well, for starters, you're going to leave that body." The Doctor replied, pointing to some machine in the archway. "That psychograft is banned on every civilized planet. You're compressing Rose to death."

"But I've got nowhere to go. My original skin's dead." Cassandra said, rounding on the Doctor.

"Not my problem. You can float as atoms in the air. Now, get out." He demanded, pointing that stick at her. "Give her back to me."

"You asked for it."

She took a deep breath in and then exhaled, but what I didn't expect was the dust she breathed out that hit the Doctor.

"I'm in my head." Cassandra—no, Rose said, making me even more confused. "Where'd she go?"

"Hm~"

I looked over at the Doctor and felt myself pale as I finally understood what happened. Oh God.

"Oh my, this is… different."

"Cassandra?"

"Goodness me, I'm a man! Yum, so many parts. And hardly used. Oh, oh, two hearts! Oh, baby, I'm beating out a samba!" He—She said, moving strangely.

"Get out of him."

"Oh, he's slim and a little bit foxy." Cassandra turned to Rose with a teasing smirk. "You've thought so too. I've been inside your head. You've been looking. You like it."

Just then, the door burst open and the Flesh started coming in, causing Cassandra to freak, smacking Rose on the arm in her panic.

"What do we do? What would he do? The Doctor, what the hell would he do?!"

Rose spotted a ladder and pointed it out. "Ladder. We've got to get up."

Cassandra quickly shoved her aside. "Out of the way, blondie!"

Cassandra quickly began climbing the ladder and Rose went to go as well, but spotted me.

"Come on! Quickly!"

I nodded, doing my best to make it over there and I began climbing up behind her, though my arms were already screaming for me to let go after the first few rungs.

"If you get out of the Doctor's body, he can think of something." Rose called up to Cassandra.

"Yap, yap, yap. God, it was tedious inside your head. Hormone city."

"We're going to die if—"

"Ah!" I called out, one of the cat nurses having somehow managed to climb up the ladder after us and grab my ankle.

"All our good work, all that healing! The good name of the Sisterhood. You have destroyed everything!" She called up to us as I struggled to kick her off me and keep a hold of the ladder.

"Go and play with a ball of string." Cassandra said with a roll of her eyes.

"Everywhere, disease. This is the human world. Sickness!"

Just then, a Flesh grabbed her ankle and she fell down the shaft screaming as said Flesh worked their way up the ladder.

"Move!" I shouted, making Cassandra let out a yelp and scurry up the ladder.

We stopped at a door on our left, but Cassandra wasn't doing the best of jobs trying to get it opened and the Flesh were getting closer.

"Now what do we do?"

"Use the sonic screwdriver."

"The sonic what?" I questioned, just as confused as Cassandra as she pulled out the stick the Doctor used before.

"You mean this thing?"

"Yes, I mean that thing."

"Well, I don't know how. That Doctor's hidden away all his thoughts."

"Cassandra, go back into me. The Doctor can open it. Do it!"

"Hold on tight."

They switched again and Cassandra groaned. "Oh, chavtastic again. Open it!"

"Not till you get out of her."

"We need the Doctor."

"I order you to leave her!"

The switched once more and I rolled my eyes as they started arguing once more.

"No matter how difficult the situation, there is no need to shout."

"Cassandra, get out of him!"

"But I can't go into you, he simply refuses. He's so rude."

"I don't care. Just do something."

"Just go into me!" I shouted up at them, catching them by surprise.

"Well, alright." She complained, moving to transfer into me, but she somehow missed and ended up in one of the Flesh below me.

"Oh, sweet Lord. I look disgusting!"

The Doctor opened the door, holding out a hand to Rose. "Nice to have you back."

He then passed a hand over to me as Cassandra below us growled in frustration.

"No, you don't."

Cassandra forced her way into me this time, just as the Doctor closed the doors.

"That was your last warning, Cassandra!" The Doctor shouted, none too pleased about Cassandra being in Kris either.

Cassandra though, was staring blankly ahead of her. "Inside her head… They're so alone. They keep reaching out, just to hold us…All their lives and they've never been touched."

The Doctor held out his hand and helped her up, saying nothing, but she kept going.

"A-And Kris, she… she's been through so much. I don't understand how she could have…"

Rose and the Doctor shared worried looks, but the pounding on the door got them focused on escaping once more and thankfully, they found an exit this time; leading them back to the Face of Boe's room where a woman charged at them angrily with a chair.

"We're safe, we're safe, we're safe!" The Doctor called out loudly in his defense. "We're clean, we're clean! Look, look!"

"Show me your skin." She demanded and the trio did so.

"Look, clean, look. If we'd been touched, we'd have been dead."

She hesitantly lowered the chair and the Doctor quickly began trying to figure out the situation.

"So what's been going on up here? What's the status?"

"There's nothing but silence from the other wards. I think we're the only ones left. But I've been trying to override the quarantine. If I can trip a signal over to New New York, they can send a private executive squad."

"You can't do that. If they forced entry, they'd break quarantine."

"I am not dying in here."

"We can't let a single particle of disease get out. There is ten million people in that city. They'd all be at risk. Now, turn that off!" The Doctor shouted.

"Not if it gets me out."

"Alright, fine. So I have to stop you lot as well. Suits me. Rose, Novice Hame, everyone! Excuse me, your Grace." The Doctor said as he went behind the large man and pulled out his sonic screwdriver. "Get me intravenous solutions for every single disease. Move it!"

Everyone began scrambling to do as he said, but he noticed Cassandra sitting on the ground up against the wall, breathing hard. Making his way over, he knelt down beside her, looking a little worried.

"You alright?"

"I-I have… no idea how she did it… Her body's a mess… I can hardly stand for more than a minute and she somehow managed to run all the way up here!"

The Doctor smiled, patting her knee. "Goes to show how determined she is." He said, before moving back to get a piece he needed and a tube which he used as a rope to carry the packages of solution.

"How's that? Will that do?" He asked Rose.

"If I knew what these were for, I might say yes." She replied, a bit lost as to what he was doing.

He ignored her and hurried to the lift, opening it.

"Didn't you say the lifts weren't working?"

"Not moving. Different thing. Here we go." He put the sonic screwdriver in his mouth and took a running start towards the lift, grabbing a hold of the cable as Rose let out a tense breath of relief.

"Could you not do that? And what do you think you're doing?!"

"I'm going down." He said around the screwdriver, using it to attack a metal piece to the cable, before looking over at Rose. "Come on."

She rolled her eyes, before jumping on the Doctor's back. "You're completely mad!"

"Going down!" He called out, dropping them down the rope quickly, braking before they reached the stopped lift.

"That was fun." Rose said, slightly out of breath.

"Now, listen. When I say so, take a hold of that lever." The Doctor said.

"There's still a quarantine down there, we can't—"

"Hold that lever!" He said loudly, desperately. "I'm cooking up a cocktail. I know a bit about medicine myself."

He began tearing off the ends of the solution bags with his teeth, pouring the liquid into the tank above the lift, one after the other.

"Now, that lever's going to resist, but keep it in position." He told her, opening the hatch for the lift and climbing down. "Hold onto it with everything you've got."

"What about you?"

"I've got an appointment. The Doctor is in." He said, before jumping down into the lift.

He then opened the lift door with his screwdriver, catching the attention of the Flesh in the other room, calling out to them.

"I'm in here. Come on!"

"What are you doing?!"

"Pull that lever!" The Doctor told her and she did.

"Come and get me, come on! I'm in here, come on! Hurry in! Come on!" He shouted, just as the disinfectant solution he conjured up began spraying on him and the Flesh walking towards him. "Come on, come on."

The Flesh began to get healthier and the Doctor smiled a bit, shouting at them.

"All they want to do is pass it on! Pass it on!"

He continued to shout that as the Flesh began passing on the cure to one another before Rose jumped down to join him in the lift.

"What did they pass on?"

He smiled, walking out with her. "I'm the Doctor and I cured them."

One of the ladies came over and hugged him, him returning the hug with a grin.

"Oh, that's right! Hey. There we go, sweetheart!" He then led her over to another and he started walking around, looking at some of the others. "It's a new subspecies, Rose! A brand new form of life! New humans! Look at them, look! Grown by cats, kept in the dark, fed by tubes, but completely, completely, alive! The human race just keeps on going. Keeps on changing! Life will out! Ha!"

He grinned over at Rose, but she looked a little worried. "What about Kris? Wasn't she one of the infected too?"

"Hm, good point." The Doctor said. "Let's go check up on her, shall we?"

It took them a moment before they could get back upstairs to the room where the surviving group was, informing them of the good news before the Doctor and Rose made their way over to Cassandra.

"How's she doing?" He asked her, kneeling by her side once more. "How's her body holding up?"

Cassandra sighed wearily. "Why don't you ask her that yourself?"

Cassandra let out a breath, transferring her back over to Rose, to which she stretched and let out a pleased groan.

"God, I don't know how you can do anything in that body. Everything's so stiff!"

I looked over at her tiredly. "You'd be like this too, if they kept you locked up in one of those pods for who knows how long."

"Yeah, your memories were pretty muffled."

Announcements began being called out loudly as the police began showing up, but I could care less. I was far too exhausted, though the Doctor seemed pretty pleased.

"How would you like to meet the Face of Boe? One of the oldest creatures in the universe!"

"Depends." I breathed out, giving him a look. "Are you going to help me get there?"

The Doctor grinned. "I suppose I can do that."

He helped me up off the ground, lending me his shoulder and helping to carry me over to the Face of Boe, who was now awake and seeming rather lively for a supposedly dying person.

"You were supposed to be dying." The Doctor said to him as he helped me down into a chair.

"There are better things to do today. Dying can wait."

"Oh, I hate telepathy. Just what I need, a head full of big face." Cassandra commented.

"Sh!" The Doctor hushed.

"I have grown tired with the universe, Doctor, but you have taught me to look at it anew."

"There are legends, you know, saying that you're millions of years old."

"There are? That would be impossible." The Face of Boe laughed and something told me that there was some sort of inside joke that I was missing out on.

"Wouldn't it just. I got the impression there was something you wanted to tell me."

"A great secret."

"So the legend says."

"It can wait."

"Oh, does it have to?" The Doctor whined.

"We shall meet again, Doctor, for the third time, for the last time, and the truth shall be told." He then shifted his gaze to me and I felt as though he was looking through me. "I shall see you again as well, time traveler. At a time when you better understand yourself and what it is that you were brought here to do. Until that day."

He then phased out, traveling to some unknown destination and leaving me more than a little confused and the Doctor a little upset.

"That is enigmatic. That, that is, that is textbook enigmatic." He said, before rounding on me. "Though that bit about you, that was rather interesting. A time traveler, did he say? I thought I was the only one doing that nowadays."

I held my hands up in surrender. "I haven't the slightest what he was talking about, sorry."

"Oh no. I didn't expect you to, if what Cassandra was saying was accurate. Your memories in a bunch and all." He said, not looking too concerned, though I could see that he really wanted to know what the Face of Boe meant. He turned to Cassandra then, choosing something else to occupy himself with for now. "And now for you."

"But everything's happy. Everything's fine. Can't you just leave me?"

"You've lived long enough. Leave that body and end it, Cassandra."

Cassandra immediately began crying. "I don't want to die."

"No one does."

"Help me."

"I can't."

"Mistress!" Chip rounded the corner, looking pleased.

"Oh, you're alive!"

"I kept myself safe. For you mistress." He smiled.

"A body…and not just that, a volunteer."

"Don't you dare!" The Doctor warned her. "He's got a life of his own."

"But I worship the mistress!" Chip argued. "I welcome her."

"You can't, Cassandra! You—"

Cassandra ignored him and transferred over to Chip, Rose dropping towards the floor; though the Doctor caught her.

"You alright?"

She stood up, before her knees buckled again and he caught her once more.

"Woah! You okay?"

"Yeah. Hello." She smiled.

"Hello, welcome back." He smiled in return, the scene making me a bit uncomfortable, like I was intruding.

"Oh sweet lord." Cassandra said, holding up her arms. "I'm a walking doodle."

"You can't stay in there." The Doctor said, getting back on the task at hand. "I'm sorry, Cassandra, but that's not fair. I can take you to the city. They can build you a skin tank and you can stand trial for what you've done."

"Well, that would be rather dramatic. Possibly my finest hour, and certainly my finest hat, but I'm afraid we don't have time. Poor little Chip is only a half-life and he's been through so much. His heart is racing so. He's failing. I don't think he's going to last—" Cassandra suddenly started falling, the Doctor and Rose catching her and helping her to her knees.

"You aright?"

"I'm fine." She said, holding a hand to her chest. "I'm dying…But that's fine."

"I can take you to the city." The Doctor offered once more.

"No. You won't. Everything's new on this planet. There's no place for Chip and me anymore… You're right, Doctor. It's time to die… That's good."

The Doctor helped her up along with Rose. "Come on. There's one last thing I can do."

Rose helped her walk and the Doctor turned to me, helping me up out of my own chair and out of the room.

"I'm sorry about this, Kris."

I shook my head slowly. "Oh no. It's fine. I think I've had enough special treatment for a lifetime."

He looked at me sorrowfully. "I'm really sorry."

"And I already told you it wasn't your fault." I sighed, cringing as I leaned against the inside of the lift. "Though I don't suppose you have any way of getting my memories back, do you?"

He shook his head as the other two in the lift gave me sorrowful looks as well.

"Well… it was worth a try…. Just wish I knew if there was somewhere for me to go to after all this, is all."

We grew quiet as we exited the lift and left the hospital, walking over a field until we came upon a blue police box. Needless to say, I was shocked at how large it was on the inside compared to the small outside, but had little time to enjoy it before we were surrounded by a whirring noise and the 'Tardis'—as the Doctor called it—took off and landed. The four of us exited it to find ourselves someplace completely different, a party of some sort, and Cassandra couldn't have looked any happier. She turned to the Doctor and smiled.

"Thank you."

"Just go. And don't look back." He said, before Rose leaned over a bit and smiled softly at her.

"Good luck."

I nodded as well. "Enjoy it."

She headed over to the blonde woman and spoke, too lowly for me to hear anything, but I knew that whatever it was, it really effected the woman. It was then though, that Cassandra collapsed and the blonde began begging for someone to help but the people seemed to shy away instead of helping and the three of us went back into the Tardis.

"So what are you going to do, Kris?" Rose asked me as I sat slumped in a chair.

"I don't know." I muttered. "There's not really anywhere for me to go without my memories in working order. I suppose you can just drop me off back where we were… wherever that was…"

Or so I said, but I could feel myself slowing down. Things were starting to get fuzzy around the edges and I knew that even if they did drop me back off at that hospital, that I'd probably just end up on the streets or something since I had no idea where I was or what I should be doing.

"Sorry." I muttered, shutting my eyes as a headache began to form behind my eyes. "Just drop me… wherever."

"We can't do that! We can't just leave you wherever! You'll die!" Rose shouted, the noise ringing in my ears

"I'll be… fine…" I said, voice softer than I thought as I felt myself starting to get off balance. "I-I'll be… just… fine…"

"Kris!"