The Phoenix Rising


A small part of Phoenix hoped that she could just continue lying in the comfy bed and sleep for the next decade. She wouldn't have to worry about Rose, she wouldn't have to worry about how her father was doing, how Jackie was doing, and most of all she wouldn't have to worry about dealing with the crushing sadness that would hit her everytime something reminded her of her mother. It was a nice dream, but unfortunately reality had to come knocking in the form of her phone blaring out the chorus of "Call Me" by Blondie.

Groaning loudly, Phoenix flipped over and felt around in the dark until her fingers finally found the device before glancing at the top right corner. The clock read 6:00 a.m. Way too early, considering what had happened the previous night. Letting her face drop to the pillow, she sluggishly hit the 'send' button and brought it up to her ear. Nina was already yelling into her ear before she could say anything.

"Where are you?!" The redhead demanded in her bubblegum voice. "You know what, it doesn't matter cause you wanna know where I am?" Phoenix got the distinct feeling that she was going to find out either way. "I'm at the Tyler's place!"

That made Phoenix crack an eye open. "What are you doing there?"

"Vanessa's pressing charges against you! Sayin' you blew up the shop!" Nina explained in a rush, compelling Phoenix to roll onto her back and pay better attention. "Rose is trying to convince her otherwise, but it's not going too well."

Phoenix knew that Vanessa Vulch, her co-worker, had never liked her, but it still surprised the girl that she would go so far as to lie to the police just to cause problems for her. Yes, she'd mess up the sorting that Phoenix had just finished or she'd "accidently" spill her soda on her or even "forget she was there" when closing time came, but those were all fairly small compared to trying to get her arrested.

What surprised her even more however was that Rose was standing up for her. The blonde usually didn't care about what was going on in Phoenix's life and seemed to go to extra lengths not to know. So what had changed? Was it because of the events at the shop? Rose had still seemed irritated with her though afterwards, so that didn't completely fit, but Phoenix couldn't think of anything else that might have changed the blonde's stance on their friendship.

"Did you even hear me?!" Nina snapped through the phone. "Vanessa's going to say you blew up Henrick's!"

"Yeah, I heard you." Phoenix drawled, sitting up and rubbing sleep out of her eyes. "Let her. She wasn't even at work. Rose can back me up with that along with everyone else who worked there. Not to mention, she can't lie to save her life." Silence hung on the line and Phoenix imagined herself on the receiving end of a "you can't be serious" glare. "Look, I'm not worried. Honestly. She's all talk and mostly no bite."

"Well, what if she's feeling peckish?" Nina demanded with a growl.

"Then I should be fine till dinner." Phoenix replied with false enthusiasm. "If you really want to help though, I'm going to need a new job."

Nina sighed and asked Jackie for any suggestions if the muffled murmuring was any indicator. "Jackie says that Finch's always has jobs. You could try them."

Phoenix cringed at the thought. "The butcher's? Really, Nina?"

"What's wrong with that?" Nina demanded, probably with a scowl.

Phoenix shook her head and sighed before pulling the phone away from her ear and hanging up. That was it then. The sign she'd been dreading for a while now.

Nina didn't know why she would have a problem working around a bunch of blood and dead animals. She knew it was kind of stupid, but suddenly - it felt like the world was ending.

How easily people could forget about a life passing. She'd seen her mother bleed out on her living room floor, had watched the coffin be buried in the dirt, and now she was watching everything else about her mother's life be buried in people's minds. She was the only one who hurt now.

It was selfish of her, but it had been easier to handle when everyone else had at least had her mother in their thoughts, even if it was just so they could be careful not to be insensitive towards Phoenix herself. It had still felt like her mother might walk through the door and wrap her in a hug, but now she was forced to face the reality that her mother was gone. Miranda Ebony Smith was now gone, forever.

Before the waterworks could start, Phoenix threw the covers off and jumped out of the bed, nearly hitting the glass window as she had forgotten where she was, and flipped the lights on, grabbing her galaxy converse on the way to the dresser. After about fifty times of her staying the night, Owen had given her a drawer in his dresser since she didn't like having to go all the way back to her place just to change.

At first she had thought that it would seem a bit weird, especially since she knew that he often had girls over, but it was nice to just have clothes when she needed them so she eventually just left it. If it became a problem for Owen then he would say something.

Yawning, Phoenix yanked her drawer open and pulled out the first outfit she saw - dark blue skinny jeans, a teal tanktop, and a black leather jacket. She dropped the clothes on the bed before wandering out to the living room. "Owen? You here?"

When she got no answer she sighed and turned to go back to the bedroom to change, but stopped when she saw a note on the fridge. It read: Sorry, love. Had to got to work. If your head starts to hurt there's some Tylenol in the bathroom cabinet. Stay safe, Owen.

Leaving the note where it was, Phoenix went back to the room and quickly changed, going into the bathroom to borrow Owen's comb and carefully combing through the tangles in her brown locks before pulling her hair up into a french braid. Her silver studs and the key her mother used to wear all the time finished the look.

She went to leave the room but paused as she examined her appearance. The face that was staring back was heart-shaped with a straight nose, light pink pouty lips, and smooth pale skin. That wasn't what had caught Phoenix's attention though. What had caught her attention were the eyes. They were big and hazel, framed with long, thin, but dark lashes and they sort of had an empty look to them. They used to be bright and alive, but now the girl looking back at her in the mirror was neither of those things. She was broken.

Shaking her head to break herself from her thoughts, she turned away from the mirror and left the bathroom, instead focusing her attention on lacing up her converse. She would be fine, she reminded herself as she stood, taking a deep breath and grabbing her phone. She would get through this, if not for herself, then for her mother. Her mother wouldn't want her to be sad for the rest of her life and as much as it hurt to even think about, Phoenix knew that her mother would want her to move on. So, that's what she would do. Easier said then done, she thought with a sigh.

She texted Owen to let him know that she was going to head back to her own flat rather than sitting around his place all day and then headed for the door, but paused when she remembered the plastic arm from the previous night. As much as she hated the idea of it, she couldn't just leave the arm for Owen to find, not with the chance that it would come back to life and try to kill him. Didn't need to lose someone else. So she reluctantly moved over to the chair Owen had tossed the arm on, picked it up with a grimace and hurried out the door, being sure to lock it before letting it swing shut.

It was an hour ride in a taxi to her small flat and she spent the entirety of it bouncing nervously in her seat and throwing concerned glances at the arm that was placed on the seat beside her. It hadn't appeared to have moved since last night, but something about it just really put her on edge. It almost felt like it was watching her, waiting for the right moment. She was probably just being paranoid, she reasoned, shaking her head and glancing out the window. Stop freaking out.

"A'ight, we're here." The cab driver said, breaking into her thoughts. Throwing twenty quid over the seat, she picked up the arm and rushed up to her flat, chucking the arm in a trash bin as she went. She didn't stop moving until she was safely locked in her flat and even then she found herself continuing to pace.

She hadn't really had time to let everything sink in and now that she did, she wasn't entirely sure what to think or how to act. She'd nearly died and whoever that Doctor guy was probably had died, considering how huge the explosion was and how quickly it destroyed the building. Why had she kept the arm? What was the point? She really should have just thrown it away at the cafe, but no she'd been stupid and kept it with her and now she was freaking out because of it.

Right, she needed to calm down and try to forget about what had happened at the shop. It was what she should do, otherwise she would probably go insane. No one would believe her and if she didn't forget she'd want to learn more. It would be dangerous. If living plastic were real, then how many other things were? Were there more of the living dummies or had it been limited to Henrick's? Who had that man been and how did he know so much?

Also, how had the plastic moved? The Doctor had said that they were being controlled by a relay device. Operative word being controlled, if the Doctor could be believed then something else had made them move. That something else would have to have put the relay device on the roof, letting it power the plastic and enable movement. But how to power plastic? Okay, so think about it. How do you move?

Pacing back and forth in her room, she ran her hands through her hair, trying to wrap her head around the newest idea that was slowly presenting itself to her. That couldn't be possible....Oh...Oh! Maybe, just maybe. She couldn't even think about how it would possibly have been done, but one thing was sure. If she wanted to either confirm or disprove her theory, she would have to find the Doctor. He seemed to know what these things were and she was almost a hundred percent positive that he would have the information to fill in the gaps.

Her computer was already powered up so all she had to do was sit down and start working. First she made a list of what she knew. Something was controlling the plastic, there was a larger plan in all of this, and the Doctor knew at least something about what that plan was.

After an hour of searching and still getting no results, Phoenix scowled and hit the power button on the chair, letting her head hang back as the chair spun. If she couldn't find him, there was no way she would get her answers. Most people would be fine with that, in fact they would want to pretend that it was a dream. Let it fade into the wind.

But she couldn't do that. Once she was presented with a problem she couldn't drop it until she'd figured it out or until said problem was taken care of at least. It wasn't in her nature. Her mother had always said that if you gave up, you lost, but if you tried to look at it from a different angle.......But what other angle was there?! She thought, running her hands through her hair angrily. She didn't have his name, she couldn't go to Henrick's - anything that might have been there would certainly be gone at this point - and she wasn't smart enough to figure out what these things were on her own. She'd eliminated everything she could think of. She didn't have enough information.

Shaking her head and huffing in exasperation, Phoenix pushed out of the chair and crossed the room to snatch her galaxy, canvas bag from the floor and yank it open. Everything was still there and she couldn't think of anything else that she might need so she slung it on one shoulder before leaving her room. She wasn't about to give up. She would find him, no matter what. Even if it meant asking Rose for help.

She doubted the blonde knew any more than she did, but two heads were better than one. At the very least Rose might have a different view on the entire situation, whether it would be helpful or not was another thing entirely.

She was about to leave out the backway when a soft rattling rang through the room. It had come from the cat flap at the front door or at least she thought it had.

"Triton?" She called, looking around for the black cat as she set her bag down on the couch. "Is that you?"

He usually didn't come in at this hour, but perhaps he'd gotten hungry. It wasn't too foreign of an idea. The sound came again as she neared the front door and she jumped a little as the catflap moved, though she still managed to feel happy that she'd located where it had come from correctly.

Crouching down slowly, she leaned over and cautiously reached out, pushing on it a tiny bit. When there was no reaction to the motion, she flipped it up so she could see through only to startle as she saw the bright blue eyes from last night. What was he doing here? Her lips parted in a gasp and she jerked up to a standing position, quickly unlocking the door and yanking it open.

It was him. The Doctor. Big ears and all. What were the odds?

"What are you doing here?" He demanded, looking her up and down with a confused expression.

"I live here." She replied, raising her eyebrows at his rudeness. "I should be asking what you're doing here."

"Well, what do you do that for?" He wondered, disbelief coloring his tone as he continued looking her up and down.

She was silent for a moment, watching as he dug around in his pockets. "Is that really so strange to you?"

"Yes, it is." He told her as he drew out the strange slender object he'd used on the lift controls, pointing it up and making it buzz. "Must've got the wrong signal. You're not plastic, are you?" He asked while reaching out to tap his fist on her forehead as if knocking.

"Ow!" She protested, glaring at him.

"No, bonehead. Bye, then." He said, rudely before turning to leave, his attention completely straying from her.

"Get in here." Phoenix ordered, reaching out and gripping his jacket tightly in her fingers so she could pull him into her flat and close the door. "Are you alright? Did you get injured in the explosion?"

The Doctor watched her with raised eyebrows as he tucked his sonic into his pocket. He wasn't surprised that she had questions, but he would have expected her to be inquiring about how the plastic had animated or who he was or even what the sonic was, not his well-being. Was she after something? Did she need him for something? Or was she really just concerned?

"Fine, thanks." He replied nonchalantly before walking further into her flat and examining everything.

"Look, I've been doing some thinking about what happened last night." Phoenix started, watching him look at her things. He stopped when he spotted her bag, half grimacing and half smiling. She honestly couldn't tell if he liked it or not. "I think I've figured it out. At least partially."

The Doctor looked up at that, his eyes curious. "What's your theory?"

"Well, you said that the dummies were being controlled by a relay device implying that someone had to have put it there and they need help transmitting the signal to the dummies." Phoenix responded, leaning against her couch and watching the Doctor's face carefully for any sign that she was right. "At first I couldn't figure out how someone could even get the plastic moving, but then it hit me. We move because of our brain sending signals to our bodies so why couldn't someone do the same with the dummies? Obviously, there's more to it than that, but I'm working with what I've got."

The Doctor stared at her for a moment with wide eyes. He was impressed. This human girl was able to figure all of that out from him telling her about the relay device? "You are fantastic!"

"Does that mean I'm right?" She wondered with a smile as she pushed away from the couch.

"Yep." He nodded as he wandered over to her coffee table, picking up her issue of Heat and flipping through it. "That won't last. He's gay and she's an alien."

"You say that as if aliens are real." Phoenix murmured, reaching behind her to tug on the end of her braid as he picked up her copy of Lovely Bones. He glanced up at her with a knowing smile. "Are they?"

He nodded again, flicking through the book. "Hmm. Sad ending."

She frowned and headed into the kitchen, pulling out two mugs. "You want a coffee?"

He seemed so sure that aliens were real and Phoenix couldn't help but believe him. It made sense, after all how could the entire universe be empty if there was so much of it? That was more difficult to believe then aliens being real. It would be lonely if they weren't real. An empty universe...

"Might as well, thanks. Just milk." The Doctor responded and she glanced back to see him flipping through her mail. "Phoenix Smith."

"So, how many aliens are there?" She wondered, pouring the coffee into the mugs. "You seem to be the one to ask."

"Tons. Luck be a lady." Glancing back again, she saw him attempting to shuffle a deck of cards and failing miserably by sending them flying in all directions. She chuckled and went to get the milk from the fridge. "Maybe not."

"How do you know so much about aliens then?" She wondered, stirring the drinks. "Are you like an alien enthusiast or something?"

"Or something." He sounded distracted as he spoke. "What's that then? Have you got a cat?"

"Yeah. Why?" She inquired, twisting to give him a seculative look.

He opened his mouth to respond when the arm she'd chucked out earlier suddenly came flying from behind the chair, gripping his throat tightly and cutting off his air supply. Eyes going wide, she hurried over to him, abandoning the drinks and letting the spoon clatter to the ground. She desperately latched onto the arm and pulled, but it was stronger than she would have expected.

The good news was that after another moment of struggling, they managed to pull the arm away from the Doctor's throat, the bad news was it immediately latched onto Phoenix's face, covering her airways. She tried to stay calm, but she couldn't fight her body's natural reaction to being smothered. She immediately panicked, backing up into the wall and pulling at the arm. The Doctor joined her in trying to pry the arm off, but the plastic held tight.

Continuing to struggle, she suddenly pitched forward, landing on something soft as a loud crash sounded. She would have gasped if she could at the abrupt motion, but she quickly found herself being pushed back into the couch, the buzzing sound of the Doctor's tool sounding by her face. Just as her head began pounding from the lack of oxygen, the arm was yanked away from her face and she began gasping in as much air as she could. She rolled her head over to watch the Doctor press the tool into the palm of the arm's hand, holding it there until the plastic became motionless.

"It's all right. I stopped it. There you go, you see?" He said, tossing it to her with a large smile. "Armless."

She glared and smacked his shoulder with it.

"Ow!" He whined, holding his arm and frowning at her before standing, grabbing the arm and heading for her front door.

She scowled and leapt to her feet, nearly running after him down the stairs outside her flat. "Where do you think you're going? You can't just go swanning off."

"Yes, I can. Here I am. This is me, swanning off--See ya!" He replied brightly, still hurrying down the stairs.

"That thing just tried to kill me....Again." She protested with a scoff.

"Ten out of ten for observation." He responded, his tone mockingly sarcastic.

"Don't just walk away." She snapped angrily, glowering at his leather clad back. "You have to tell me what's going on."

"No. I don't." He said brightly, hitting the last stair and heading out the gate.

"I need you to tell me what's going on." She murmured, jogging up to his side. "Otherwise, I'll have no choice but to go find someone else who can help me. And in order for them to do that, I'll have to start talking. You said if I did that, then I'd get people killed. So, tell me or you leave me no choice."

"Is that supposed to sound tough?" He wondered, glancing back at her with a grin.

"No. It's just a fact." She kept her hazel eyes on his blue ones. "I need to know."

She didn't want to sound like a weak and desperate loser, but the truth was when it came to figure out a puzzle, she couldn't help but do anything she could think of to solve it. If he wouldn't help her then she would have to find someone who would. It was either that or go mad with curiosity.

"Why?" He demanded, slowing down and looking at her with wondering eyes. "Why not just live in ignorance like everyone else?"

"Ignorance is dangerous." She answered instantly, dodging around a tree. "Knowledge has power. It's an easy choice."

"Is that supposed to make me change my mind?"

"Sort of." She replied, watching their feet as they walked in sync with each other.

"Doesn't work."

They walked in silence for a minute, her watching the ground and him watching her. She was smarter than any other ape he'd met and he was almost excited to hear how she'd respond. She'd pretty much figured out what was going on already, she was just missing maybe three or four pieces of information and that was fantastic. If he wasn't so busy, he might ask her to travel with him, but now wasn't the time.

"Who are you?" Her voice was soft like a calm waterfall in spring and it made the Doctor glance at her with curious eyes. She didn't sound angry, irritated, pleading, or any of the other adjectives he might have expected. She was calm, collected, curious, with an undercurrent of something else. Something he couldn't quite put his finger on. And to top it off her reactions were the complete opposite to what he would expect from a human.

First in the lift, when she had disproved the theory Rose had, second when she had given sound reasoning to why the Autons wouldn't follow them up the lift. It was wrong and right at the same time, but most people would have just assumed since the Autons were trying to kill them they would just continue trying to do so. The third time was when she had guessed that the Autons were living plastic. She'd surprised him again when she had called him a stupid ape since it was his nickname for humans, and again when she'd inquired about how he would be getting out of the building. Then when she'd asked if he was alright instead of drilling him with questions about who he was or what he'd been doing at the shop. And now she was completely calm even after he'd nearly gotten her killed. She was an enigma to him.

"Told you--" He said, glancing back at her again. Not even a second had passed while he was thinking. "-The Doctor."

"The Doctor?" She repeated and he looked back to see her raising her eyebrows at him.

"Hello!" He said cheerfully, waving at her with a large grin.

"Is that supposed to sound impressive?" She asked with a chuckle, surprising herself with the first real smile she'd had in a long time.

"Sort of."

"You can tell me. Or are you the police?" She asked, bumping his shoulder with her own.

"No!" He protested, shaking his head. "I was just...passing through." He paused for a moment and when he spoke next she could hear a trace of sadness in his voice. "I'm a long way from home."

"Why did the dummies want to kill me and Rose?" She wondered after a brief moment of silence, listening to the slap of her shoes on the asphalt.

"Oh, suddenly the entire world revolves around you." He exclaimed with a bit of irritation. "You were just an accident. You got in the way, that's all."

She looked down at her shoes as his words hit home. He was certainly perceptive, already noticing how much of a burden she was after only meeting her twice. She knew his words were true, but she couldn't stop the bit of irritation and hostility that laced her voice. "Yeah, I know. But it doesn't change the fact that it tried to kill me. Twice."

He threw a quick sharp glance at her, surprised again. He'd expected her to remain calm and here she was practically biting his head off.

"It was after me, not you." He replied with slight exasperation, gesturing towards himself. "Last night, in the shop, I was there, you blundered in, almost ruined the whole thing. This morning, I was tracking it down," He raised the arm as an example, "it was tracking me down. The only reason it fixed on you-" He gestured towards her before dropping his arm and transfering the plastic arm to his right hand. "-is 'cause you've met me."

"So, what you're saying is that the entire world revolves around you?" She asked with a scoff, waving her hand towards him.

"Sort of, yeah." He answered, his tone light as he smiled at her.

She shook her head and looked down, trying to hide her smile. "You're insane."

"Sort of, yeah."

And apparently very good at distracting people, she thought as she remembered what she had originally wanted to know. So far he hadn't really answered any of her questions. The only new thing she had learned was that for whatever reason the plastic wanted him and he had a big ego.

"Does anyone else know about the living plastic?" She inquired, attempting to get some more answers as she kept pace with him.

"No one." He told her with a resigned sigh as he glanced at her.

"So you're on your own?" That sounded a bit dangerous if he usually did things such as blowing up buildings to stop living plastic.

He didn't answer for a moment and when he did there was a hint of loneliness in his voice. "Well, who else is there? I mean, you lot-all you do is eat chips, go to bed, and watch telly. When all the time, underneath you, there's a war going on."

She watched him in silence for a moment before reaching over and taking the arm from him. "What war would that be?"

"Doesn't matter." He told her, his tone nonchalant. Something in his voice though, made her think that it was just a front.

How could a war not matter? And if humans didn't know about it then how did he? The way he seemed to Phoenix that he set himself apart from the rest of humanity. She didn't know if it was just a preference or if he wasn't...well, she couldn't determine anything at the moment.

"Okay, then the arm..." She held it up to show him. "'d you kill it?"

He looked between her and the arm with a look of confusion before he nodded. "Alright. The thing controlling it projects life into the arm. I cut off the signal--dead."

"So, radio control?" She questioned, glancing up at him and squinting against the bright light from the sun.

"Thought control." He corrected and they walked a few steps more before he eyed her carefully. "You all right?"

"Yeah, just thinking." She murmured with a perfunctory nod, glancing around before focusing on him. "So, it's pretty much my theory only the signals being sent with the relay device are the same as the brain would send to the body." She stated, inspecting the arm. "So, who's brain is sending the signals to the dummies?"

"Long story." He muttered, looking away from her.

And he's back to dodging all of my questions, she thought with a sigh. He knew the answer so why wasn't he telling her? Was he just trying to make sure she didn't go looking for whoever it was or did he have some other reason? Well, whatever his reason was, she wasn't letting him get away without answering her questions.

"Why the shop dummies? Is someone trying to take over Britain's shops?" She asked, causing him to chuckle as she smiled at him.

"No. It's not a price war." He joked with her, both of them laughing, but the conversation soon turned serious again. "They want to overthrow the human race and destroy you."

There he went again, she thought, going on about humans but excluding himself. She filed that away for later as she focused on the fact that whoever was controlling the plastic was trying to invade Earth. It was a terrifying thought, especially since he wouldn't tell her who was controlling the dummies.

"Do you believe me?" At the sound of his voice she looked up at him.

Did she believe him? Yes. Did she want to? Not particularly. "No." She shook her head.

"But you're still listening." He pointed out with a gentle smile and a knowing glint in his eye. He knew she had lied, she was sure of it, but he didn't seem to hold it against her. Most people would probably call her out on the lie or get frustrated with her for lying over something that seemed so small, but he was different. Either he was just trying to get rid of her or he understood.

She tensed and stopped, watching as he continued walking. "Seriously, who are you?"

He turned around and peered at her speculatively for a moment before smiling a little. "Do you know, like we were saying? About the Earth revolving?"

She nodded, listening carefully as she stared into his eyes. She felt like she could stare at them forever, they were so mesmorising.

"It's like when you're a kid." He started, slowly walking over to her. "The first time they tell you the world's turning, and you just can't quite believe it 'cause everything looks like it's standing still." He came to a stop in front of her, turning to look directly into her eyes with a stare so intense she found that she couldn't look away if she'd wanted to.

"I can feel it." He reached over and gently took her hand, wrapping his fingers around her own. As soon as they're skin connected, she could almost swear that she could feel it too. "The turn of the Earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinning at a thousand miles an hour, and the entire planet is hurtling round the sun at sixty seven thousand miles an hour." His eyes connected with hers again and she almost felt like they were grounding her. "And I can feel it. We're falling through space, you and me, clinging to the skin of this tiny little world, and if we let go..." He let her hand drop and everything was still again, disorienting her as she readjusted. She was surprised that she didn't fall over. "That's who I am. Now, forget me, Phoenix Smith." He bent down to take the arm from her, making it wave at her as he smiled gently. "Go home."

She wanted to follow him as he turned and walked away, but at the same time, she was afraid of what might happen if she did. He was confusing, amazing, and frightening. He had the answers she wanted--no, the answers she needed.

He was like her. She'd seen it in his eyes. He knew what loss was and he didn't forget. She couldn't be sure what loss that was, but it didn't matter. Loss hurt. It was possibly one of the most painful things in existence.

She turned to leave as he stopped by...a 1950's phone box. Freezing in place, she peered at it as he went inside. What were the chances of two of those floating around London? Pretty much zero. How did it get there? Maybe he had it towed or something? Her lips parted in a gasp and her eyes widened as the box started groaning and just faded away, leaving a blank if it had never been there, she thought. For a moment she just stared before cautiously walking over and stopping in the spot the box had been just a moment ago. How was that possible? She turned around looking down at her feet before she knelt and let her fingers brush across the asphalt. It felt like road. There was nothing different and she found herself almost disappointed.

Honestly, she knew she should just go home and do what he said. Forget. Realistically, however, she knew she couldn't, so she stood and ran towards her flat, bounding up the stairs and into her place.

She immediately went into her bedroom, pulling up her web browser and typing in three simple words. DOCTOR, BLUE BOX.

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