They're coming for her.

She can feel it in her bones.

She could smell it in the air as it travelled with the breeze; the recognizable scent of hot sand, savory spices and the sweat of a hundred men toiling in the sun engulfed her. These were the smells of Segonax's deserts, and they were very rarely forgotten; although the majority of Segonax was desert country whenever you discovered plant life the smells were so specific anyone who trekked through the sandy landscape would always retain the scars of adversity.

But she was a long way from home. Years has passed since she walked through the concrete corridors of London, years had gone by since she had seen green leaves on trees or heard the comforting humms of a faithful companion. But when she closed her eyes, in an instant she was back home, standing within the golden coral hallways, sipping a mug of tea as she observed her energetic husband tinkering away with his machine. She could still remember the way the rota would grind and whirl. She could still feel the power of dematerialization, could picture the blues, purples and blacks of space as her husband laughed manically as he hit the console with a mallet. It seemed so familiar to her then, when she had stood in that ship so many years ago; it was like she knew all the right incantations as she cast the familiar but unforgettable dance of magic. But what was she expecting? This was the life she had chosen. Ever since she ran into that big blue box that was bigger on the inside.

The trampling of weary Segonaxian's flashed to the woman's eyes, pulling her from the images of her home as she warily observed the exhausted natives. She got to her feet and walked to the edge of the encampment in hopes of trying to blend in at the same time as warding away any ungrateful children that may disturb her or single her out. She was in a rough area, an area that was struggling to pay the royalties to the Psychic Circus and luckily so far they had been kind enough to hide her. However, she was quickly outstaying her welcome and soon she would have to move on. But why should they care? She was just another homeless human who was struggling to find her way in the universe.

When she knew she was safe she headed back to the roaring fire outside her tent, her eyes taking in the sand blowing in the wind, the desert nearly overwhelming the village as their huts and crops decomposed due to years of neglect and not having the funds to save them. She simply watched, observing the darkness of the desert that surrounded her; her mind was plagued with images regarding the monstrous creatures that were threatening to overwhelm the universe and trying to capture her. However, a moment later she was pulled back into the present as she heard the spitting of her burning logs to see her water had boiled. It seemed that her brief and harmless encounter with other humans were making her jittery, even though she was well hidden from the cult. Clutching at her necklace she returned to her water in hopes of calming down but as she moved back into her tent she was sweating as she lay on her bedroll.

She closed her eyes and, as always, the visions of home came back. It was always of home that her thoughts returned. Even before she teleported onto another planet the hope of finding her home parked somewhere on the planet was paralyzing. She had always wanted to study the history of planets and the universe, to observe the millions of peoples and to become accustomed to another way of life. As it turned out, she wished her adventures of space were different. For she never knew it to be so lonely. It was only now that she was coming to understand why her husband had sort out so many companions, in hope of having company even if it was for a short while. But right now, the Brotherhood was after her. It seemed, that even after years of running and years of hiding they never relented or declined a contract. That was why she was here, in hopes of screwing up the strong lead in which they had uncovered regarding her whereabouts.

But, she would return home. She would see her husband again. She was already laying down the foundations for her return. She kept looking even though she was on the run. She was fighting, she was running and she would destroy the one who threatened her by sending the Brotherhood after her. As she lay in the darkness her eyes were aching from the sunlight as it had glared down onto white-hot sand; her skin rough considering the wind had peppered her face with desert grit. Oh how she wished she were home and now as she thought back to her comfortable but sometimes dangerous life her memories were making her happy. Her husband, her friends and their ship, travelling the universe together, that was her dream.

How quickly dreams had turned into nightmares. Her life had changed so dramatically so quickly. A distress call, a small English village and a sentient spaceship was all it had taken to pull them apart and for years she had been struggling to find her way home, searching all through time and space in hopes of finding her Doctor. Now twelve years later she was a changed woman, for monsters had been following her. In the darkness her eyes sprung open. Was that a foot full? The familiar whine of wheels on Dalekanium? She lay on the damp sheet, her heart battering itself again her chest. She was afraid to get out of bed, and afraid not too. Something was outside her tent.

After years of hiding, she knew better than to ignore the whisperings of her head. Those urgent whispers are the only reason she was still alive. She learnt to pay heed to every anomaly, every tremor of disquiet, She noticed unfamiliar people walking or the unfamiliar sights that did not fit her environment. She snapped to attention if anyone whispered anything about her or if someone was asking for her; it seemed she had become every bit a legend like her husband during her time of isolation. She made elaborate escape plans long before she even needed them. Her next move was already planned out and she could be on another planet within a matter of seconds.

She should have left by now. She should not have waited this long.

But how do you convince yourself to move on from a place that had kept you hidden for so long? She pulled open her bag and took out her vortex manipulator strapping it to her wrist. For someone whose only mode of transport was this device it felt foreign on her arm. She wasn't surprised as her mind was fogged with the words of her husband once again.

"You have a space hopper while I have a sports car."

She couldn't stop the smile from falling onto her lips as she fondled the happy memory, fingering the buttons a little before she decided to check her surroundings. Her feet were bare and silent as she stepped out of her tent and into the outside world around her. She conducted the same inspection that he had a thousand times that night, always in the dark. Like any prey, he felt safest in the dark.

By her blazing fire, she checked around by the huts of the village to make sure she was unable to see any movement. Everything seemed secure. She came back towards her hearth once again as she paused by her tent. She just moved back into her tent once again knowing that she would get a very rough night sleep. A breeze blew through the tent, chilling the sweat on her skin. She decided to keep the manipulator on her wrist as she lay on her bedroll and crossed to the other side of her tent for her water, hoping the mild sedative laced to the liquid would help to calm her nerves. A sedative probably wasn't the best course of action considering she needed to be awake enough to ward off an attack, but as she paced her tent she knew she needed sleep.

Outside, the night had fallen silent, except for a mosquito's whine. Even on another planet they still had that annoying insect, or at least some evolution of it. A prick stung her cheek. The significance of that mosquito bite didn't strike her until she reached up to the tent door. She could feel the icy breath of panic rush up her spine as she felt the malevolent presence. While she stood gazing around her make shift home, it was watching her. It had always been watching, binding its time, waiting for its chance to spring. Now it had found her.

She turned to face the evil and her eyes gazed towards it; it was not the thing she had been expecting.