Once again, Jenny was on a prison ship, headed who knows where in a time that wasn't her own. It didn't really matter to her where or when she was because she was only there with one purpose and that was to get back to her appointed time in Earth's history so she could get home safe and sound without panicking her family any more than absolutely necessary. She didn't want them to have to panic about where she was and she was more than happy to do anything necessary to make sure that she landed back in her time as close to when she'd left as possible.

It would take a Vortex Manipulator and a little jiggery-pokery to get to where she wanted to go, but she had a better plan that was falling into place as she sat waiting, if it worked the way she wanted it to.

The glass walls of her prison let in sound, but kept out any change in temperature. She wasn't sure what the galactic policemen thought they could do to her that would make her regret her tampering with the royal suite, but she was sure that it was less painful than anything she'd seen. Even the blank walls of her cell were safer than the bars she'd been imprisoned in on other ships. The cold floor she sat on wasn't hard, but it wasn't soft either, just comfortable enough to allow her sleep when she needed it. Her eyes flicked to the ceiling, which was a huge light source all its own that was run by a machine that turned the lights off at the same time as the lights went off at her home world. It was a neat trick and she wondered how they'd figured out she was from earth as she listened for the one thing that could save her fifty years of this dreary existence.

"Now, Amy, don't judge the place from its looks, you're smarter than that. It's a perfectly humane way to trap hostile aliens and keep them contained, even if they do have to wear the headgear to keep them from biting the guards every once and a while." She heard a chipper voice speaking, turning her head to listen to the words as they flowed through the com unit outside her cell. Every cell came with a com unit that would translate the words outside their cell into their native tongue, allowing the guards to talk to their prisoners without having to learn every language in the universe. It was an ingenious invention that Jenny applauded.

A slow smile formed on her lips, which were completely covered by the big, metal debacle that was clasped at the back of her head and was impossible to get off without the key or something sonic. It was very Hannibal Lector of the guards, but worked with some of the less civilized aliens who thought that sinking their poisonous teeth into the guards was fun.

"It doesn't look humane, Doctor. Look at all these people, being held prisoner. How do you know they're all here because they broke the law?" The woman's voice was wavering and Jenny started to form a plan in her mind, the thoughts racing through at an incredible speed as she weighed the pros and cons of trying to trick a Time Lord into allowing her a ride home on his ship.

If this really was the Doctor, then he'd be able to get her back without her plan having to go into place. A hundred years was a long time to be waiting for someone with a Vortex Manipulator to pop up, so she'd take an escape so easily laid out if it came her way.

All she had to do to start out her plan was start sobbing, hunching her body over and letting her ratty, unwashed hair fall in her face, the red orange color darkened with fifty years worth of dirt because the guards didn't trust her enough to let her take a shower, which was beyond disgusting in Jenny's mind. It was lucky the cage she was in was well ventilated and that it ran a cleaning cycle every two days or Jenny would go insane.

Tears she'd never allowed herself to cry came pour out in a torrent as she considered her options, should this plan not work. She'd have to go through with her original plan and its fifty year timeline, waiting for the right person and the right time to steal her way home. She really hoped that this plan worked better than the last two or she'd go insane just sitting here. Her mind could only occupy her for so long before she'd go completely bonkers trying to think her way through situations that weren't happening. Even a Time Lady could crack.

A gasp sounded outside her cell, the sound shooting through Jenny as awareness overtook her concern, but she didn't dare look up, her arms wrapped around her waist as she sat on the floor on her knees, a position she'd seen others cry in. She didn't cry often, didn't see the point really, but she was a good actress and enjoyed putting on the show. She'd watched TV shows where people had cried like this and they'd always seemed refreshed after a long, drawn out cry. Maybe that was what she needed, but she didn't have time to try it now. She had a job to do. Later, she could try out the sobbing and see if it helped, see if it gave her relief from her burdens. For now, she had to figure out a way home as quickly as possible.

"Look at this! This is exactly what I was talking about. I thought you said there were no humans on this ship?!" The woman was obviously angry and her voice spiked as she whirled on an unnamed stranger.

Jenny made sure to keep her mental barriers up, ignoring the hum of a mind like hers in the distance and closing down anything that would make them think she was more than the human the woman obviously took her for. If this was the Doctor that the woman was talking to, he'd want to know how she existed and it was a long, boring story that would anger him more than anything in this universe or the next. Maybe, one day, she'd explain it, hell, maybe her aunt would, but not today.

"I don't know, she could be dangerous. Just because she looks human doesn't mean she is." The voice that Jenny assumed belonged to the Doctor informed his companion, sounding wary. He had good reason to be, since Jenny had met many aliens that were hostile and looked completely harmless. She'd seen civilizations fall to such creatures. She could only hope she wasn't one of them…

"But she's obviously hurting and it is your job to help…" A male voice reminded him steadily, sounding sure of himself. Jenny looked up at this, keeping her face emotional, hoping she managed to hold the sadness and pain she was remembering in her face as her eyes flicked to the people standing outside the glass container, looking in at her with concern, though they were all concerned for a different reason, some of them not so pleasant.

The woman was shorter than both men and had red hair sort of like Jenny's, which she found amusing. It was fairly long, but didn't have the waves her own had. She was dressed in what appeared to be a miniskirt and vibrant red sweater that went well with her skin color and Jenny applauded her choice in outfits, though she doubted it was very functional. Jenny herself preferred the cargo pants Uncle Jack had bought her and the array of tee shirts her Aunt Rose had managed to acquire over the years from all different planets.

The woman had a slender hand placed against the clear glass as she looked in at Jenny, her eyes sad as she took in the restraints that were holding her to this place and this point in time and space.

The headgear that was keeping Jenny from talking to them was attached to a wall with just enough rope to allow her to move to the middle of the room and be comfortable enough to walk. She wasn't allowed any farther because of her psychic abilities and because some of the other prisoners had powers that allowed them to hurt the guards if they got any closer than that.

The man holding the woman's other hand had brown hair and an unfortunate nose, though he wasn't terrible to look at, given the fact that he seemed to be unfailingly kind. He was just different in a way that the woman obviously like and he wasn't watching Jenny like the rest of his group, his eyes were on the woman next to him, soft and inquiring. If she had to venture a guess, she'd say they were madly in love, maybe even married if the ring on the woman's finger was any indicator. Either way, he was obviously supporting the woman in this argument, which sent a ray of hope through Jenny.

"I suppose we can let her out, but we're taking her straight home and that's it." The other man was wearing what Jenny could only call a professor's outfit, given the ridiculousness of the getup. A red bowtie was around his neck and he was wearing suspenders with a tweed jacket that had patches on the elbows. His pants were a little too short and his shoes poked out a bit. His chin was huge and his hair was floppy, but he had the most wondrous green eyes.

Jenny knew as soon as she saw those eyes, mysterious and beautiful, both young and old at the same time, that this was the Doctor she was looking for. Maybe not the same one her mother had traveled with, but it was the Doctor. The same Time Lord, even if his face had changed. The new, new, new Doctor.

"Well, get on it then!" The woman turned to shoo the Doctor away before going right back to staring at Jenny, whose wide eyes went to the door as the Doctor worked his magic on the locks.

In no time, the lock was open and the Doctor was tumbling into the room, falling over himself as he did. Jenny just stared, too shocked to try anything at the fact that this Time Lord, who had saved civilizations and destroyed entire races, couldn't stay on his own two feet. That was good though, because he was up in an instant, brushing off his jacket and throwing Jenny a quite confident grin that she wasn't sure was well placed. He seemed more like a child, or a stumbling giraffe, than a man who had seen empires fall. But then, who was she to judge?

"I'm the Doctor, and these are my friends, Amy and Rory Pond." He announced as he walked closer with all the confidence of a man in control of the universe. Then again, he didn't know that she already knew who he was. Her eyes flicked to his bowtie, before coming back to land on the couple behind him, which were much more interesting than the Doctor's clothes.

So these were his new companions? She didn't judge them, knowing that she didn't have that right. She didn't know them and they could be the nicest people on the planet, probably were in fact, but that didn't make the small tinge of misdirected rage in her chest any less present. It wasn't fair that her family had been replaced, but the Doctor needed someone to stop him sometimes and it had been a long time since he'd seen her family.

The woman smiled and waved when she noticed Jenny's gaze, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear before taking a small step closer. Rory, the man next to her, seemed much more hesitant and stayed behind her, his gaze steady as he watched for any sort of reaction from Jenny that could be seen as a threat.

Jenny had a feeling that Rory was more of a soldier than anyone in the room, even her, which was almost laughable, but so evident in the way he stood and watched her like he knew more about her threat than even the Doctor. Jenny had been an agent in Torchwood and UNIT for years, but she had a feeling Rory understood more than most the dangers of this world and all the others. There was just something about him in that moment that made her feel a kinship with him she shouldn't have been feeling.

"I'm going to take the restraints off, if you would be nice enough not to kill us." The Doctor pointed a light at her face, causing her to shrink back and make a muffled noise of distress before she realized it was just his stupid little screwdriver. Seriously, her uncle had told her the thing didn't even work on wood, what kind of screwdriver was that?

"You're scaring her!" Amy ripped out of Rory's hold and smacked the Doctor upside the head quite hard before slowing slightly and coming to kneel by Jenny like she was confronting a frightened animal. "It's alright. He's just got this thing, calls it a sonic screwdriver, and it will let us take this off. It won't hurt you, he's really just an idiot with a toy."

She motioned to the clasp around Jenny's head delicately, sending her a small smile in an attempt to calm her down, though Jenny wasn't really all that scared anymore. Jenny didn't know what to think about him using that thing on her, but she didn't like it. If his sonic caught on to what she was, who she was, she'd be screwed before she even had a change. But she couldn't very well leave it on for eternity, so she nodded anyway, slowly to be convincing.

Amy smiled full on, turning to motion the Doctor to work like she was the one who controlled his actions. It was funny to see the ancient man jump to her will, but Jenny instinctively knew that Amy wouldn't use that quality for self-gain. Jenny was unsure how the Doctor managed to find the nicest people in the world and make them his companions, but it was a useful skill. It's like he saw all the good in people and picked the best he could from the bunch. She knew from experience that he had had some great companions before and she was sure these two were right up there with the best.

The man himself pointed the sonic at her face again, the small whirring noise almost comforting in the silence that now surrounded them. As soon as a click was heard, Amy was there, pulling the entire contraption off of Jenny's head and dropping it to the ground without a second thought.

Jenny sighed as the weight was taken off, making a few faces as she remembered what it was like to speak again. It had been almost fifty years since she'd been stuck here and, if they didn't send her to her home, she'd be stuck for another fifty. Without being able to speak, all she had was her mind and that could drive her mad, if she wasn't careful.

"That's better, yeah? What's your name? How did you get here?" Amy was asking questions as she thought of them and Jenny stared at her, wiping a hand over her face to wipe away the remaining tears. She couldn't very well tell them the truth, why would they believe her? Jack had told her once that the Doctor hated Torchwood and UNIT and she'd been on a mission that coincided with both, so he'd think she was a threat if she mentioned it. She didn't want to lie though, she knew better than that. She'd just tell them what she could.

"My name is Jenny Noble." Jenny answered, pushing clumsily to her feet, her coordination lacking from staying in one spot for a week. It wasn't fun, being alone for so long, and she often entertained herself by trying to find other minds like hers, which usually ended in her stretched out on the floor, staring at the ceiling as she tried to concentrate and not let her mind wander off on topics that were of no use to her mission. That's what she'd been doing when she'd heard them outside her cell and what she'd been doing for almost a week. She'd seen the timelines converging and had been waiting that entire time for them to show themselves.

"Noble?" The Doctor asked, but Amy was already leading a surprised Jenny towards the door, her hand wrapped around Jenny's as she pulled her gently. It was obvious this was something that Amy did often and she was slightly surprised that she hadn't tried to pull away as soon as Amy had touched her. That's what she normally did when someone touched her that wasn't a part of her family.

She'd also kind of thought it would be harder to convince them to take her with them, but Amy was making it all quite easy. She kind of reminded Jenny of her mother, actually, strong willed and able to boss the Doctor around without a second thought. Maybe that's why the Doctor had chosen Amy to take with him in the beginning.

"I don't know how I got here. It was kind of an accident, I guess." She shrugged stiffly, making another face as the words came out of her mouth. It was weird, talking again. Not only that, but her mind was still slightly blank with shock and she needed to make sure not to say anything too revealing. She also had to be careful about lying, since it wouldn't do her any favors if she was caught. In fact, it would be one of the worst things in the world.

And she wasn't lying about the accident. She hadn't meant to be caught when she'd invaded the royal suite, she'd only meant to stop a cataclysmic event that would have destroyed the Moruman nation and possibly the world. She hadn't expected to be intercepted, even if she had finished her mission before they'd caught up with her.

"Well, we'll take you home. Where are you from? When are you from?" Amy asked, still walking down the hall like she owned the place. Jenny followed her closely while the boys ran to catch up, a slightly out of breath Rory taking up a position by Amy's side as soon as he reached them.

"I'm from Cardiff. And what do you mean when am I from?" She decided to play innocent, since it wasn't like they'd know she was lying until they dropped her off, assuming they got to the right place and time. Apparently, that was a little bit of a gamble with the Doctor. And, by then, she'd be able to hide behind a wall of truth that would leave the Doctor staggered, so she wouldn't have to explain herself until she thought of something good enough to say.

"Oh, I was just wondering what day it was when you left, so we'd know how long you've been gone." Amy saved, glancing at Rory nervously when she realized her slip about the time travel. How they hadn't figured out that she'd traveled in time, she didn't know, but she wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"Oh, right, well I guess it was June. I think somewhere around June nineteenth two thousand one hundred and twenty eight." She gave them the year because she took pity on the awkward looks they exchanged. It was obvious they weren't very good at keeping their secret, but the Doctor never was, according to Jenny's great grandfather. "Besides, how are we going to get back home? Do you have a space ship too?"

Maybe she just liked to mess with them a little, but the words slipped out of her mouth before she could stop them, causing all three of the people with her to freeze.

"Well…"