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OOC: So it's only been a few days, but I'm back. Thank you very much to everyone who sent me kind emails/texts. <3

RP for times_student

Ace! It was Ace! He couldn't believe it was Ace! She was alive!

He was completely certain that with the destruction of Gallifrey, Ace had been one of the students to die, just another of the people he loved lost amid all the turmoil of War. He remembered wishing he had never sent her away. Wishing he'd never said goodbye.

Now! Now she was alive. And regenerated! Which was a positively terrifying aspect in and of itself. A full Time Lady. He doubted her rebellious younger self would've believed it.

He followed the instructions Ace gave him as carefully as possible---he landed in Cardiff first by accident, then somewhere else he had to run away from, and then, then he got it right. Shoreditch. Excellent name for a town.

He parked the TARDIS on a little streetcorner and stepped out. 2008. Just after the Year That Never Was. He even capitalized it for significance in his diary.

The question was, though! Where was Ace?

for theatrical_muse: Sleeping on the couch.

She usually slept very deeply while on the TARDIS. The first week she stayed on board, the natural hum of the engines and vibration of the ship bothered her. After that, it was almost like a lullaby, like her mother's white-noise meditation tapes. The motion of the ship was almost like a cradle rocking.

Their sudden absence made her blink awake. The TARDIS was perfectly still and completely quiet. The TARDIS wasn't in flight, which usually meant they'd landed somewhere.

Wait.

That usually meant they'd landed!

She leapt from her bed and tugged on a pair of jeans and a top. There was no way she was sleeping through a new place and there was no way she was going to let the Doctor run off without her! He was always doing that; not telling her things and running off and doing things without her. It was enough to make a girl think she wasn't wanted. She didn't like thinking that.

The lights in the hallway as Martha headed towards the console were off. Even with her red leather jacket on, it was still cold throughout the corridors. The TARDIS wasn't just sitting there, parked. It seemed almost as if the TARDIS was off.

She was used to it being darker, even a little colder, at night. The TARDIS, Martha figured, worked along the Doctor's limited sleep schedule. That whole symbiotic thing he mentioned once. But this was more than just a sleepy TARDIS. What could it be? The Doctor would've woken her if something went wrong. Exotic messages and trips to Metabilis Three? Oh, she could sleep through those. But if the TARDIS was about to go out, well, he'd have told her.

"Doctor!" she called. He had to be in the console room. Had to be trying to put life back into the TARDIS, yeah?

No, no. There was light coming from inside the console. Very faint, but it was definitely there. But the Doctor was nowhere to be seen. Not even his feet poking out from the grates.

"Doctor?" There was no response, except perhaps the temperature of the room dropping very slightly. Martha tugged her jacket tighter around her and headed for the door. It was open just a bit, and while there was mostly darkness outside, she could see a few very faint lights. They looked like…

Table lamps. In fact, they were table lamps, lined up along a display in what appeared to be a furniture store. Martha stepped out onto the plush carpet and looked around in confusion. The TARDIS was parked in the display room of a furniture store. As a matter of fact, it looked like the furniture store two blocks over from her flat, where she bought her desk.

(  Well, that was disappointing. She was hoping for a furniture store in the future, at least. )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 1,879