Wanderer of Time: Silence Begins (doctor who)

Chapter 19: Manhattan in Trouble

"All closed down," the Doctor noted as they gazed around the slums market. All the people who sold the awful drugs had packed up and left, leaving behind their abandoned stands. Never again would those drugs harm anyone else.

Wanda nodded sadly, still feeling gloom from the passing of her friend. She stared around the area, wondering what would become of the place now that all the people had moved out. Most likely left and forgotten. It was no longer needed now with Novice Hame in charge to bring prosperity to New New York. Wanda watched the Doctor begin to walk off, calling both her and Martha to come with him. She glanced over to see Martha hesitating, lingering behind with a questioning expression.

"But what did he mean, the Face of Boe . . . 'you're not alone' and 'Aleena awaits'?" the companion asked.

Wanda hummed quietly, unable to truly answer the girl's questions. In truth, Wanda had been wondering the same thing for quite some time lately. Not about the 'you're not alone' foreboding. She already sadly knew what that particular secret revelation meant. She shivered slightly, dreading the coming days for Martha and Ten, and for everyone else to be tortured under the Master's reign. Wanda only wished she could be there, helping everyone and ease their sufferings in some way. Maybe even direct most of the Master's wrath onto herself instead some how. She shook this thought off, knowing she need not dwell on the turmoil to come, and instead focus on the information the Face of Boe had given her.

Aleena. A name that has been following the Doctor and Wanda for some time now. She remembered how very early within her travels with the Doctor, Rose had mentioned the name to Wanda. Saying how this Aleena had been a friend during the companion's younger days in school. Then again, the old woman from the book shop on Elyortius had mentioned the same name. The mysterious girl Aleena, giving the book to the woman, the very same book which had been the Doctor's childhood treasure from Gallifrey.

And these were not the only times Wanda had heard the same name. Throughout her travels, she heard brief mentionings of Aleena around her and the Doctor from other people along their journeys. Always very passing notes of the name. Never any details or anything more. Just the name of the girl. Always just the name. But why? Why was that name following them around? Who was this girl? And how did she seem to cross over four hundred years of travelling? It oddly reminded Wanda of Bad Wolf's name following Nine and Rose around. It was a very strange occurrence of something similar happening again. Wanda shook her head slightly, knowing she would have to answer this mystery on another day. For now, she needed to pay attention to the Doctor as he spoke.

"I don't know," the Doctor answered the companion's early question, shrugging slightly. "It doesn't matter. Back to the TARDIS. Off we go." He turned back around and started off again. Martha walked over and grabbed an abandoned chair. She sat down, crossing her arms and legs, staring sternly at the Doctor. He turned back around, blinking in confusion.

"All right, you staying?" he questioned, glancing to Wanda with a brow raised curiously.

"Till you talk to me properly, yes," Martha told him sternly. "He said, 'last of your kind.' What does that mean?" She glanced at them both, seeing the uncomfortable expression of the Doctor's, and Wanda's sorrowful one.

"It really doesn't matter," the Doctor stated firmly.

"You don't talk. You never say!" Martha frowned at them both. "Why not?"

"Because it doesn't matter." The Doctor glared at her, remaining firm in his silence.

Wanda sighed heavily, shaking her head. She walked over, grabbing a nearby chair as well and sat down next to Martha. She crossed her arms, giving the Doctor a stern gaze.