Starry-Eyed

Miss Monroe

"Do you know what happened to Martha?" Frank asked me as I was playing a game of cards with him. "I know you weren't around for that, but I wasn't sure if The Doctor ever told you about them."

"He did." I smiled. "She's fine. Alive. She just went home to make a difference on Earth."

"That's great." He nodded. "And the little girl?"

I paused. "What about her?"

He grew uncomfortable. "What happened to her?"

I sighed, setting down my hand of cards and looking up at him. Looking at his big, worried brown eyes, I almost told him the truth, that I was that little girl. I wanted him to be the one person I told, who would be my savior to let me get it all off my chest. I almost told him. Almost.

"Listen, you can't bring her up anymore," I explained softly. "Especially around The Doctor. It's a sore spot for him."

He nodded once, swallowing. "Understood."

I stood up and pulled on his hands, tugging him forward. "Come on. I think we've stopped."

"Julia, dear," The Doctor grinned at me. "How do you feel about Hollywood?"

"What's up with your obsession with America lately?"

He laughed. "Well, it's your birthday. I thought I'd surprise you with a special visit."

Rory perked up. "It's your birthday?"

Frank nudged me. "Happy birthday, gorgeous."

The Doctor stared at him strangely before turning back to me. "You did mention that you always wanted to meet a woman by the name of Norma, right?"

I gasped at what he was implying. "You didn't."

"I did."

I ran for the doors, but he put an arm out in front of me. "Wait," he said. "We need to set a few ground rules. You can't change history, okay? No matter how badly you want to do otherwise, you can chat about normal topics. No emotional talk. She still has to die."

"But-"

"No." He shook his head sadly. "I'm sorry, Julia, but that's the way it has to be."

I sighed, but finally nodded. "I've got it. Can I please go now?"

"Everyone has to get dressed properly first."

We all took a trip to the wardrobes (with the exception of The Doctor, as always), emerging looking like sixties Hollywood royalty.

I readjusted my cat-eye black sunglasses. "Let's go meet my idol."

We stepped out into a field of grass, out in front of a large white house.

"She was staying here while on set for a movie," I informed the crew. "Gorgeous, isn't it?"

Rory was running behind. "Who are we visiting, again?"

I grinned widely. "A legend." I knocked on the door, and a burly looking man greeted us, looking very unamused.

"Can I help you?" he grumbled.

"Yes you may," The Doctor stepped forward, flipping over his psychic paper notepad in front of his face. He seemed surprised.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry." He backed up and let us inside. "Come on in. I'm sure she'd love to meet the prime minister."

I glanced at The Doctor incredulously. "You chose the prime minister?"

He shrugged. "It worked, didn't it? He didn't have a single clue."