Author's Note: I'm sorry this is so short, I just had to get something posted because I felt so guilty about it taking so long. I'll try to be better, but I'm such a procrastinator. I PROMISE I WILL NOT GIVE UP ON THIS OR ANY OF MY STORIES!

Disclaimer: If I owned Doctor Who, Rose would have stayed, even through 11. Also, 11 would still be here. D':

The Doctor and myself began our trek through the outskirts of the city, I had no idea where we were going but I figured he did so I just followed him through a neighborhood of some type. Lining a brown concrete (or something of the sort) road, there were small houses made of a reddish-grayish metal, the houses had no windows and no sort of roofing materials, just metal boxes with black painted metal doors. All the houses looked exactly the same, even the cars in the brown, "concrete," driveways were the same as all the others, or at least what I assumed were cars even if they looked more like futuristic riding lawn mowers.

There weren't very many natives outside, just a small few getting on their lawn cars, as I chose to call them, also there were two or three tending to their yards vegetated by beige grass and flowers in gardens with the same color beige stems but with blood red petals. It was strange how similar the Farens were to humans in how they lived their lives.

For someone who had never seen anything but humans and Earth animals, the Farens were most definitely something to behold, but the Doctor wasn't even remotely affected. The Farens were humanoid in shape with burnt orange skin, a bit like the old reality television star Snooki after a really bad spray tan. Their hair was long and dark, growing thickly not only over their head but also on their arms and legs. They wore silver chain mail in various styles for clothes and there only seemed to be one rule in their socially acceptable dress code: The parts below your waist had to be covered. The women let everything hang loose without a single ounce of shame. I felt a little awkward about that, but this was a whole new world so some things are bound to be different. The muscular build of the Farens was quite unique, on humans the upper-arm and thigh muscles are usually larger then their calves and lower-arm muscles. The Farens rendered every thing I knew about the skeletal and muscular systems useless. Their muscles seemed to only be on their joints, or so was indicated with how their skin fit to their bodies. It made me wonder exactly how they bent their arms and such when the muscles didn't stretch all the way across the arm that allows the relaxation and contractions to enable movement of the bones. Quite obviously, despite the strange muscle build, the Farens were up and moving. I was finding it very difficult not to stare.

Somehow, the Doctor seemed to know where he was going and navigated the alien streets with ease. Eventually his handy-dandy navigation skills brought us to a larger building in the middle of the city. This building was much like the homes in the neighborhoods except it was extensively large, but still only one story.

"This is the city's center of government. I'm ninety-seven percent positive that this is where the device came from," the Doctor stated as we stood outside.

"And the other three?" I asked.

"Well there is a chance it's from the exact opposite side of the planet." Well then. He said it like it was nothing, not even all that far. I guess when you have a time-traveling space machine distance becomes irrelevant.

"How accurate is your equipment? The other side of the planet it a bit of a distance, ya know?" hopefully the three percent was a joke, but with what little she knew about the Doctor, probably not.

"Enough," the strange man gripped my hand tight and dragged me towards the entrance with that damn grin written all over his face. So far I'm not really sure if I like that face, or not. It obviously means he's about to do something I'll find interesting though.