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Okay, everyone. I'm not dead, and I'm still working on the next part. It's coming along well, and I'll be done soon. I PROMISE. And just to clear up if anyone was confused, everything takes place after Journey's End but before Waters of Mars.

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Episode Two: The LEXI Paradigm *part two*

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The elevator door opened with a hiss and the guard led us out into a hallway. It was very similar to the one that the TARDIS landed in, but this one had soldiers standing at the wall every ten feet. Guarding the weapon, I supposed.

We neared a large door, and Miss Watkins and Dr. Lugnar showed their ID cards to the patroller. The Doctor grinned and flashed his psychic paper. We were let in, and I looked around the room.

The walls were white, and it looked a bit like an X-ray room, with buttons and reading screens, light beeping noises, and a large computer buzzed slightly in the corner. It was a moment before I looked through the wide window into another room, and when I did, I couldn’t believe what I saw.

“Oh…” the Doctor said, flipping his glasses on and gazing out the window.

And standing there, walking around the room with a slight smile on her face, was a girl. She was wearing a plain white hospital dress, and seemed to be looking at the walls with deep interest. But the most striking thing about her was her skin- it was gold. Golden skin with dark freckles, gold hair, and bright blue eyes. She couldn’t have been more than nine years old.

“That’s…” I said. “That’s the weapon?”

“Yes,” Dr. Lugnar replied. “And we’re working on making more. She’s just the prototype. A paradigm.”

“It’s a computer?” I walked closer to the glass and peered in.

“Well, technically speaking, no. Her brain was developed to work like a computer server. She can tap into computer network waves in her head.”

“Lugnar’s Experimental Individuals,” stated Miss Watkins proudly.

“Stupid name for a robot…” the Doctor muttered.

“Oh, but it’s not a robot,” Dr. Lugnar said. “It’s a living person, grown right here at Lugnar Industries. She’s a super-genius child, and can be used as a soldier to defend the Milky Way.”

“You’re using a child as a soldier?” asked the Doctor, his mood changing rapidly to serious.

“No, no, she’s not done yet,” Andrea Watkins said. “She should be done in a few more years.”

“She’d still be a kid,” I interjected. “That’s not right. You’re growing her to die.”

“But that’s the thing.” Dr. Lugnar turned to the big computer and the screen lit up, displaying a picture of her brain. “She’s to smart to die. She’ll hack into the enemy’s computer mainframe, bomb dispatcher, or spaceship machinery unit, and find a way to destroy it. She doesn’t even have to be on the frontline, just close enough to receive the waves.”

The Doctor sat down on the table and leaned back on his hands. “You’re brilliant, Dr. Lugnar. But you’re wrong.”

Lugnar eyed him, a slight glare on his face. “Don’t you want to meet her? See what she thinks about this?”

“Love to.”

Andrea Watkins nodded, and punched in a code on the wall. It opened up, and the Doctor and I walked in.

“Oooh, psychic glass!” he exclaimed looking around at the walls. “You can see whatever you want to see in here.”

I looked at the small girl standing in the corner of the room, staring intently at the walls. “Hello.” I said.

The girl turned around and looked at me. “Hello.”

“I’m Lisa, and this is the Doctor.” I glanced over to the lanky man in a suit and Converse who was examining the walls.

“Hello, Lisa. Hello, Doctor.”

“Ah, hi, then,” he said, turning on his heel to face us.

“What’s your name?” I asked, crouching down in front of her.

“I am the prototype. The paradigm,” was the gold girl’s response.

“Lugnar’s Experimental Individuals… Lexi. You like that? I’ll call you Lexi.”

“Lexi?” The Doctor glanced at me. “Where’d you get that from?”

“Lugnar’s Experimental Individuals. It’s an acronym.”

“Lexi…” the girl said. “I like it. Lugnar and Andrea never gave me a name. Thank you, Lisa, for the name.”

I smiled. “You’re welcome, Lexi.”

“So,” said the Doctor. “Lexi, how old are you?”

“Eight Earth-years, four Earth-months, and seventeen Earth-days.”

“Right… have you ever been to school?”

“I do not need to go to school. There is nothing for me to learn there. I am a genius.” Her big, innocent blue eyes gazed up at him. She wasn’t bragging, you could tell, just stating fact.

“Well don’t you have friends?” I asked. “Do you get lonely?”

Lexi stood quiet for a minute, looking at the wall. “Yes. I am lonely. But I have Lugnar and Andrea to keep me company. Andrea plays games with me.”

“What kind of games?” asked the Doctor.

“Question games,” Lexi stated, a smile creeping across her face. “Here, I’ll show you.” She took his hand and dragged him over to a small cot in the corner of the room. He glanced over his shoulder at me, raising his eyebrows.

“This is how you play: Ask me a question,” commanded Lexi, plopping down on her cot. “Any question at all.”

“What is the nineteenth number of pi in its decimal form?” asked the Doctor.

I was about to tell him off for asking such a hard question, but Lexi promptly answered.

“Eight.”

“What year was the internet invented?”

“In the early nineteen-fifties, but it was destroyed later on, then was reintroduced in nineteen-eighty-nine having been improved by Microsoft.”

“Why are raspberry flavored slushies blue?” I interjected.

Lexi laughed, and told me that it was because it would have been too confusing to make a red raspberry slushie when the cherry kind was also red.

“So you travel through time and space to ask a super-genius eight-year-old why raspberry slushies are blue?” the Doctor asked me, grinning incredulously.

“Suppose so,” I answered, and turned my attention back to Lexi. “Is that all you ever do? Play the ‘question game’?”

“No, I like to read. And the walls change every day, and Lugnar comes in sometimes to talk to me about what I’m feeling or thinking.” Her legs dangled over the small bed. “Sometimes—’’ She stopped speaking abruptly, her eyes growing wide.

“What?” I asked, putting my hand on her arm. “What is it?”

Suddenly, an alarm went off, screeching over our heads and making me jump.

The Doctor grabbed Lexi by the wrist and towed her over to the door. “Come on.”

Dr. Lugnar and Miss Watkins were hastily packing up some things from the observation room.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Invasion,” Lugnar replied, hastily stuffing a pile of papers into a bag.

“Oh, God, not again…” I said.

“We have to get out,” yelled the Doctor over the loudening siren. “I think I can figure out who—’’

Just then, iron plates closed over the door and observing window.

“It’s the automatic lockdown,” sighed Miss Watkins. “We’ll never get out in time.”

“Not unless you’re with him.” I indicated the Doctor, who had already begun to tap into the code lock with his sonic screwdriver.

“What is happening?” Lexi asked.

“Lexi,” I said, putting my hands on her thin shoulders, “you know lots of things, right? You know about aliens. That’s what happening. They’re attacking.”

“This will be a perfect time to test out the girl!” Dr. Lugnar stated, yanking her away from me.

“Test me?” Lexi looked confused. “For what?”

“What you were made to do. Defend our galaxy.”

“Now,” the Doctor said, turning from the door to us. “While I’m around, there’s not going to be any killing. You created Lexi as a weapon and—’’

“I’m… I’m a weapon…?”

Everyone was silent. Lexi’s blue eyes filled with tears.

“I know weapons,” she said, her voice growing fierce. “Bombs and guns used to kill millions- billions- of people. Things of great destruction only created to maim. I will not allow myself to become one.”

“But that’s what you were developed for,” Dr. Lugnar said. “To defend our galaxy against things with worse weapons, all aimed at us. Do you not wish to protect your planet from a greater evil?”

“I know of many wars,” Lexi went on. “Some have failed, so many people died for nothing. Some have succeeded. But either way, the weapons that were used killed, took lives. I. Will. Not.”

For a moment, the only sound we could hear was the incessant ringing of the alarm.

"Oh!" the Doctor shouted, hitting his hand to his forehead and walking over the Lexi. "Your mind is like a computer- you can just... hop onto the computer waves being distributed by alien ships nearby. It was originally designed--" He bent down in front of her and started scanning her with his sonic screwdriver-- "so that you could do some serious damage to the computer's mainframe, but..."

Lexi blinked as the Doctor placed his fingers on either side of her head. "What are you doing?"

"Lexi, Little Lexi Lou. Hm, very alliterative name, don’t you think? Could you just take a peek at the computer waves for me? Through your brain, I'll be able to identify what aliens are--"

"No!" Dr. Lugnar pushed passed me. "She's not perfected yet! Trying to hack the computer's mainframe could destroy her brain."

"I should be able to sheild her from harm," the Doctor reassured him before turning his attention back to Lexi. "Just... close your eyes... won't hurt a bit."

"How...?" Miss Watkins stared at him.

The Doctor closed his eyes for a minute or so, and then jumped up, sending Lexi teetering backwards.

"Of course!" he yelled. "Judoon! They somehow got wind that Earth was creating a new weapon which violates something in the Shadow Proclamation and came here to sort it out!!" He scratched his head. "But! I know what we're dealing with now, and--" He pulled his sonic screwdriver from one of the many pockets in his coat and strode to the door-- "we can get out."

"But you were just over there trying to door a minute ago," stated Miss Watkins.

The Doctor looked exasperatedly at her. "I had to let the sonicness sink into the wires to bypass the system so it could unlock the door which takes a few minutes- not everything happens as quickly as you want it to even with a sonic screwdriver," he said all in one breath.

"Is he always like this...?" Andrea asked me quietly as the Doctor opened the door.

"Dunno," I answered, following him out the door. "Just met him."

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Episode Two: The LEXI Paradigm *part one*

Hello everyone! (That means Audrey, Kai, Sarah Beth, my Polyvore BFFs, and possibly my mother) *waves excitedly*

It's been a while!

A long while!

A very long while.

I hope you didn't forget about me.

Well, here it is-- the first part of Episode Two. I haven't finished this episode yet, and I might go back and edit a little more (so don't freak out if it looks like I posted the same thing again.), but yeah. Here it is! Tell me what you think....

The Doctor pulled a lever, turned a knob, hit a button with the hammer, and flung his foot onto the console. The TARDIS hummed and shuddered, the glowing green tower in the center jumping to life, and I nearly lost my balance.

When the noise ceased, I regained my composer and looked at the Doctor. “So… Where are we?”

“Twenty-fourth century Earth,” he declared, grabbing his jacket as he ran over to the door. “London.”

“Seriously?” I asked. “What year exactly?”

“Twenty-three seventy-one.”

I walked over to the door of the TARDIS, grinning with anticipation. "Twenty-three seventy-one...?" I placed my hand on the door and the Doctor came up beside me, pulling one long arm through his jacket coat. "What are we here for? Saving the world again?"

"Ah," he said, "not this time." He opened the door and poked his head out. "It's a major scientific breakthrough, apparently."

"Oh, so you're not always saving the world." I stepped out of the TARDIS, and bumped into the Doctor. It took me a moment to realize that he was holding his arms up, and looking from side to side. "What are you doing?"

"Sorry, just so used the being cornered by the authorities as soon as I step out."

I laughed and looked around. We were standing in the middle of a long white hallway, the sound of voices filtering down from an airshaft nearby. It was a bit cold, like a museum or restaurant, and something smelled nice.

The Doctor started off running down the hall, his jacket billowing out behind him. I caught up to him, and he was standing at the door to an elevator, jabbing the coded lock with his sonic screwdriver.

"So the screwdriver doesn't get through every door?" I asked.

He sighed, suppressing a grin. "No, but that's when I bring out this!" He whipped out a small black wallet and threw it to me.

"What's this?" I opened it up and looked at a business card that read 'Dr. John Smith - Scientist'. I raised my eyebrows. "You use this in place of a sonic screwdriver?"

He grabbed it back from me, closed it, and handed it to me again. "Look again."

I did so curiously, and my mouth dropped open. The white card now read 'It's psychic paper. It says what I want it to say.' "Think of the parties I could get into with this..." I said, handing the wallet back to him.

He pressed it up against the lock's scanner and the elevator door opened with a beep. The inside was silvery and very high-tech looking, but not that different from the normal elevators I'd used back home.

Home.

Home was a few centuries away. Mum was making me a Christmas breakfast and Nikki was probably watching the telly with a bag of chips. They had no idea. And oh my God, I was traveling through time. Lisa Anderson, time traveler. Time traveler... I repeated the words over and over in my head.

The doors opened, and the Doctor and I found ourselves looking out into a large, high-walled room filled with people wearing gala dresses and posh black suits. They were holding thin champagne glasses and chatting while a screen on the back wall flashed pictures of a middle-aged man with grayish hair. It looked like he was talking, but the buzz of the party drowned out what he was saying.

“Well, I feel a bit underdressed…” I said as a large woman in a green silk gown hobbled by.

“Oh, you get used to this kind of stuff,” said the Doctor as he slipped passed a group of yammering people. “Can’t really keep up with the fads of the different centuries while you’re traveling through time.”

I grinned and opened my mouth to speak, but was cut off by a loud screeching noise from just under the slideshow screen. A young woman with red hair twisted into a bun was tapping on a thin microphone, looking a little nervous.

“Hello, everyone,” she said.

A few people greeted her back, and the Doctor and I made our way closer to the small stage.

“My name is Andrea Watkins, first assistant to Dr. Joseph A. Lugnar.”

The crowd clapped, and so did I, just to follow along. The Doctor wasn’t fully paying attention. He was looking off at the doors leading out of the large complex. They were each guarded by a man in a shiny black suit. That seemed a bit odd, but I turned my gaze back to Andrea Watkins.

“… Scientific breakthrough,” she was saying. “And here to tell you about it is the man himself- Dr. Lugnar!”

The same man from the screen stepped up to the podium, a strained smile pasted on his face. “Hello, then,” he said.

An awkward silence hung in the room.

“So…” Dr. Lugnar shuffled his speech cards and began his lecture. “Over the years, many people have wondered: How on this tiny, insignificant planet we call ‘Earth’ will we protect ourselves against the rest of the universe? In the past few centuries, we have had more than a few alien encounters, and not all of them friendly…”

The Doctor’s face grew grim as Lugnar’s speech wore on.

He talked about a new weapon, one that could be used to help defend our galaxy against extra-terrestrial forces. He talked and talked and talked about it so much, but he never really said anything about it. Just ways that we could use it. It seemed as though Dr. Lugnar was hiding something. Something that people didn’t really want to know, so they didn’t ask.

He finished his speech and everyone clapped. Dr. Lugnar stepped down from the pedestal and proceeded to the back of the room.

“Come on…” the Doctor said, making his way through the crowd.

“Where are we going?” I asked. Following him, I could smell the rich cologne and perfume of the many people at the party. “Doctor?”

He took my hand and let me across to the very back. Andrea Watkins and Dr. Lugnar were talking hurriedly to one of the guards, and before I could say anything, he strode up to them.

“Hello, then,” he said, grinning.

Andrea’s eyes narrowed as she took in our appearance. The Doctor’s old suit and red converse, and my blue Beatles t-shirt and jeans definitely would have been a bit off, now that I thought about it.

“Great speech,” he continued. “Really great. Intriguing actually. Just wondering, though,” He placed a hand on the wall and leaned against it. “What is this weapon?”

Dr. Lugnar sighed exasperatedly. “I’m sorry, sir, but we haven’t got the time. And who are you?”

“Dr. John Smith,” the Doctor promptly answered and threw his arm on my shoulder. “And this is my associate Dr. Anderson.”

Even the guard’s impassive expression looked unconvinced.

“Couldn’t you just, you know,” I whispered to him, “flash that psychic paper to prove it to them? I don’t think they believe us.”

“No, no, that was a test.”

“A test of what?”

“A test to see how trusting they are…”

“I’m sorry to interrupt your chitchat,” interjected Andrea. “But we really must be going.”

“Brilliant! Then let’s get going.” said the Doctor, standing up straight and putting his hands in his pockets. “Allons-y.”

Seeing that they couldn’t get rid of us, Dr. Lugnar and Miss Watkins sighed and nodded to the guard who opened the door. We all stepped inside, and found ourselves in a magnificently large elevator, which buzzed quietly. The guard punched in the numbers, shielding the view of me and the Doctor.

“So…” the Doctor said, turning to Dr. Lugnar. “What is this weapon? How long have you been working on it?”

“We’ve been developing it for just over eight years. It’s a weapon to be used for—did you pay any attention to the lecture?”

“Oh yes. Enough to gather that you are trying to protect you galaxy’s borders and that it’s costing England a lot of money.” He raised an eyebrow. “It’s a weapon. But what is the weapon?”

“You shall see for yourself,” replied Lugnar shortly, “Dr. Smith.”

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Episode One: The Rutans' Fury *part five*

And so ends my first episode. Thank Gallifrey. Oh, this last part is written in the Doctor's perspective. :)

“Mum!” Lisa shouted, storming into her apartment. “Mum, I’m back!”

“Where the HELL have you been?!” her mum yelled, engulfing her in a hug. “People were talking about the ‘end of the world’ and you’re off with some maniac doing God knows what!”

Her mother let go of her, and a girl with spiky black and red hair walked in with a plate of chips.

“Lisa Janie Anderson I’m going kill you!” she said. Instead, she pelted her with a few chips.

“Yeah, Nikki, I love you too,” Lisa joked.

“Now,” her mum said, “go eat breakfast. It’s Christmas Morning, you know.” She gave me a look that I had gotten from just about every mother I had encountered in my ten lives.

I’m a pretty brave Time Lord. I’ve defeated the Daleks multiple times, escaped a horde of living shadows once, and saved the 2012 Olympic Torch with my bare hands. But when it comes to mothers, I just don’t know what to do.

Lisa caught my gaze as she walked into the kitchen. Her grey eyes seemed full of questions when I turned away and started down the metal stairs. A battle raged in my mind.

Everything felt right for those few hours. Like the way it had when I first picked up Rose, or Martha, or Donna. Donna… I couldn’t bear it if Lisa ended up like her. Losing Donna made me question ever bringing another companion on the TARDIS with me ever again. But Lisa made me feel like there was hope. Hope for something, at least, I couldn’t place what.

I found myself looking up at the TARDIS, right where I had parked it, under the shadow of Lisa’s building. I supposed one more trip with Lisa wouldn’t hurt.

“Hey! Doctor!”

I spun around and saw Lisa, running toward me.

“Question…” she said, stopping in front of me. “You’re an alien, aren’t you?”

“Well,” I said, my hand involuntarily jumping to my hair. “Yeah.”

Lisa laughed. “That’s… amazing.”

“Thank you.”

“What?”

“Thank you,” I said again, putting a hand on her shoulder. “You helped me save the world.”

“Wish I could put that on my resume…” she muttered, turning from me to the TARDIS. “Could I… you know, have one last look inside?”

“Sure.” I opened the door.

Her eyes grew wider as we stepped in, and she let out a low whistle and turned around. “So, Time Lord, where to next? What do you usually do after saving the Earth?”

“I dunno,” I said, patting the control panel. “Probably save some other planet. Might take a holiday to eighteenth century Europe…”

“Eighteenth century?” Lisa asked incredulously.

“Oh yeah… Or the Renaissance. I can travel anywhere, I mean anywhere in this old thing.”

“You can travel in time? Time travel? Is that why you’re called a Time Lord?” Lisa sat on the rail beside me.

“You catch on,” I said and sighed, ending the war in my mind. “You know… you could… tag along, if you want….”

Lisa breathed in and pressed her lips together. “It’s always this exciting, isn’t it? You’re always saving the day, aren’t you?”

I grinned, a little sadly, remembering Donna, Rose, and Martha. “Yes.”

“And you can always just… take me back to this time, like I wasn’t gone at all if I wanted… right?”

“More or less, yes,” I said, taking into account the time I accidentally got Rose home months later than I intended.

“Yeah,” Lisa stated, standing up. “Yeah, I’ll come with you. Keep you company in this old police box.”

“Brilliant.” And everything felt right again, for the first time since Donna.

“Right. I’ll be right back. Just gonna… tell Mum I’m going out. You be here when I get back.”

I smiled as she walked out of the TARIDS. “I’m just going to check on something,” I said loud enough for her to hear. “Won’t take a mo.”

“Okay!” Lisa answered.

The TARDIS shuddered to a stop and I walked out into the crisp morning air across the street from the Noble household. An evergreen wreath hung from the door and I could hear Christmas carols being sung inside the small red brick house. My first time back in London since that rainy night a few months ago, Donna’s granddad saluting me on the front porch….

Suddenly, the door opened, taking me by surprise. I stepped back onto the sidewalk, my back against the blue police box.

And elderly man wearing a red Christmas hat stepped out onto the street and looked up into the sky. He stood there for a few seconds, and turned to walk back into the house; he saw me standing by the TARDIS and his eyes filled with tears. Standing up straighter, he saluted me and nodded as if to say ‘everything is okay’.

I bowed my head respectfully and turned back into to the TARDIS.

“Ready?” I asked Lisa. I was standing at the console, my hand hovering over a flashing blue button.

“Like hell I am!”

Her smile filled the room and we were off.

I had a companion, and everything was brilliant.

Episode One: The Rutans' Fury *part four*

Next part.... I'm posting the last part tomorrow. I'm not really a huge fan of this episode, but the next one will definitely get better. :)

“Yes!” the Doctor exclaimed as he looked around the room we had dropped into.

He had sealed the trap door, it was barred on every door from the outside, and no guards were keeping watch on the inside, so we were safe. For the moment, at least.

Red and orange lights flashed from different machines around the room, and grinding noises echoed off the walls. Wires and chords littered the floor. A few sparked when I accidentally stepped on them.

“Are we in some sort of… engine, machine, generator room?” I asked.

He looked at me with his head cocked to one side, a small smile forming on his lips. “I like you, Lisa Anderson. And yes, you’re right.”

“So, what are we going to do in here?”

He drew his glasses from his suit pocket. “You know, just… look around. Find a way to stop them.”

“Do you always do this?” I asked.

“Do what?” He had his glasses on, inspecting a piece of Rutan equipment.

“Save the world...?”

The Doctor paused, stood up, and looked at me intently. “I do my best.”

I nodded, and turned to look at what looked to be a battery type-thing. It was wired into the big generator that was humming loudly in the center of the room.

“Lisa,” the Doctor said urgently.

I turned around. “Yes?”

“We’re looking for something that could hold a large amount of electricity, and if we don’t find it soon, the Rutans will use it to conquer the Earth for every volt of electrical energy it has.”

“Doctor.” I glanced at the battery.

“The thing would be about this big…” He indicated with his hands. “And this tall.”

“Doctor,” I said again.

“It would probably be hooked up to something huge,” he continued, “with wires coming out of the top like a plate of spaghetti. Hm, haven’t had spaghetti in a while. Should go back to Italy some time. Met Mussolini once. He said I was a—’’

“Doctor!” I pointed to the battery. “I found it.”

“Brilliant!” he said, beaming.

He jumped over a pile of metal boxes and crouched down next to small cube.

“Is it a battery of some kind?” I asked.

“Exactly. And…” He aimed his sonic screwdriver, his grin sliding of his face. “Oh. They weren’t joking when they said they didn’t have much. I’m surprised they’re even staying in orbit. They've already got most of the ship out of power to save the energy.”

“So what do you we do?”

“We unplug it.”

Silence hung in the engine room.

“Would it kill them…?” I whispered.

He sighed grimly. “Yes. If there was a way I could save them, I would, but they were going to die anyway. UNIT and Torchwood would have found a much more brutal way of stopping them, and I don’t want that.”

Suddenly the door burst open and the Rutan captain, flanked by two others from the control room, came in and before I could react, zapped the Doctor with a bioelectric shock wave.

He hit the floor, inches from the battery, and lay still.

“Oh God,” I said, and knelt down beside him. “Doctor- Doctor wake up!”

“Ignorant human,” the Rutan commander said. “You will witness the termination of your home planet.”

I looked down at the Doctor’s face, willing him to open his eyes and save the day. Instead, his lips moved, forming words that I couldn’t make out.

“Come, human!” ordered the vicious alien.

Thinking quickly, I threw myself over the Doctor’s body, pretending to cry. My head landed inches away from his mouth, and I could hear what he was saying.

“Unplug it,” he whispered. “Don’t make it obvious.”

Still acting, I stood and backed away from the Rutans, closer and closer to the battery.

“No, please!” I wailed and pretended to trip on one of the wires, landing myself exactly where I wanted to be.

“Get up!” The Rutans drew nearer, blue electricity jumping from their glowing green bodies. “Get up now, human!”

“Sorry,” I said, dropping the act. “I don’t take orders from aliens.” And with that, I yanked a handful of wires from the battery.

The Doctor jumped up, grabbed the battery, and looked threateningly at the raging Rutans. “I warned you and you chose to ignore me. You brought this on yourself. And I was wondering…” he twirled one of the cables in his fingers. “How long until you run out of energy? The ship’s already out. You can’t have got that much time left.”

“Doctor!” The head Rutan screamed.

“I’m sorry.”

Then, all at once, the green jellyfishes seemed to burn out, then fell to the floor with an odd squelching sound.

***********

The Doctor seemed to be somewhere else as we headed back to the TARDIS. He had a look on his face, like he was thinking deeply about something.

“The Doctor and Lisa…” he muttered, not knowing I was listening. “Hm. Has a ring to it.”