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TWO

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CHAPTER TWO:
THE SHAKESPEAREAN SPHERE

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WHEN asked about where she'd like to travel first, Iris knew immediately she wanted to see another planet.

She always loved space — it's why she went into astronomy and astrophysics in the first place. Growing up, Sebastian would tell her about the stories behind the stars, while Griffith explained the physics behind them.

Iris learned that Sebastian picked her middle name, Andromeda, based upon his favorite constellation. He always said she'd live up to it — be the brightest star the galaxy had ever seen.

And when the Doctor offered her all of space and time for her first adventure, she knew that she had to travel the stars. Intergalactic travel wouldn't be humanly possible in her lifetime, but with the Doctor, she could experience it.

What else could she possibly ask for?

"I've got just the place," he pulled a lever down and glanced at her. "First adventure requires something you'll remember. You have plenty of things to come, Holloway, but this'll always be the first."

"Are we going to a planet where the only form of travel is slides?" Iris asked excitedly.

The Doctor smiled softly at the console before he cleared his throat, face growing stern again. "One day, Holloway, just be patient."

"I'm not very good at that," Iris explained, shrugging off her messenger bag and leaving it on the console. She had a feeling she'd lose it if she brought it with her. "I fidget a lot and get really antsy if things take too long. In Supernatural, Crowley makes Hell standing in line and the end of the line is just the beginning again and, gosh, I could never do that. Literally, my worst nightmare."

The Doctor passed by her with a snort. "Is everything a pop-culture reference to you?"

"Yes," Iris answered immediately, following him to the doors. "Wait, is this outfit, okay?" She asked, pointing to it. "We're not going to like some Amish-based world, right? I mean, it would be interesting to see how they've evolved as a society in a planet based solely on the foundations of Amish culture. And it would be cool to see what the technological advancements are after what humans in my modern society would view as dated or underdeveloped, but I just want to fit in. You'll fit in anywhere. You're an old white man."

The Doctor scowled at her. "You look fine," he looked her up and down briefly. "Skirt's a bit short though."

"I like this one," Iris pouted a bit, looking down at her little black skirt. "It looks great with these tights."

"You have a hole in your tights, Holloway."

Iris scowled up at him, glancing down to the small hole just above where her socks ended under her boots. "It's hardly noticeable."

"I noticed."

"You probably have like alien double vision," she countered. "Or invisible eyes on the top or sides of your head."

The Doctor's head tilted a fraction. "Invisible eyes? That's what you think?"

"Maybe," Iris shrugged. "I'm assuming you're an alien unless you're a time traveler from incredibly far in the future, but even then, I don't think that's very plausible."