Forever Gallifreyan

Stella's POV

I was on my bed, playing a game on my phone. Ella was on the computer. Every once in a while, she'd look at the closet. Finally, I got so annoyed I paused the game and said, "Ella, relax. It's not going to hurt us. Remember? Pretend it isn't there."

Ella relaxed a little. "Stella, I just can't stop thinking about it. It feels so weird to have led one life then suddenly, bam! You're living a totally different one."

I sighed and said, "I know, Ells, but we just have to live with it. For me?"

She nodded. "For you."

I smiled and resumed my game.

All of the sudden, Ella jumped to her feet and looked out the window. "Ella, what's the matter with you?" I asked, alarmed.

"No-nothing," she said. "I just thought- I thought I heard it again. The noise. Of him."

I joined Ella's side. We were on the eleventh floor of our apartment building. Besides, you couldn't hear much over the London traffic. So how could Ella hear something so subtle from this height?

She smiled. "I must be hallucinating."

I shook my head. "Ella, we need help. Not a therapist- they'd never believe us. I'm talking about sending out a distress signal."

Ella looked at me like I was crazy. "Stella, we watched it get destroyed. There were no survivors besides us. How are we going to find someone to pick up the signal?"

"We try," I said. Ella  shrugged and sat down on the bed. She hugged her knees to her chest and began muttering, "There's a man following us but no one can see him except my sister and I. There's a man..." over and over. I hoped it would work.

Doctor's POV

I opened my psychic paper and read the message out loud. "There's a man following us but no one can see him except my sister and I." I looked up. Amy looked at me. "What?"

"There's a message on my psychic paper. And that's what it says. There's a man following us but no one can see him except my sister and I." I hopped up to the console and pulled down the lever. "What are you doing?" asked Amy. 

"There's a signal with this message. Always a signal," I explained. Amy looked at me quizzically, but didn't say a word. I raced around the console to Amy. "I'm picking up a Time Lord signal. What if it's the same person sending out the signal?"

"What if it isn't?" shot back Amy.

"Nonsense, it's coming from the same place."

Amy raised an eyebrow. The TARDIS landed and we got out. I looked around. "London, present day," I said proudly. I pulled out my sonic screwdriver. "It's coming from this way," I said, looking at the apartment right in front of us. "Eleventh floor, but I don't know what room."

"We just check every room," suggested Amy. I shrugged and headed in.

Ella's POV

"I'm telling you," said our foster mom impatiently, "this man is a figment of your imagination. If you want, I can call a doctor. In fact, I'll do that on the way to work. Happy?"

"No," said Stella. Mom glared at her. Stella shrugged. "Fine."

Stella and I were identical twins, with the same straw colored hair, only I wore my in a braid down my back, and Stella cut hers short. We had the same thin face, same grey eyes. We did the same clubs, played a sport each; Stella played basket ball and I played field hockey. We had the same sense of humor. But that's where the similarities ended. Stella was daring; I was not. She was the one who would do stupid things like put Mentos in her mouth, drink soda, and make a soda burst out of her mouth, the idiot who believed me when I told her that drinking a bottle of castor oil and eating a couple of raw eggs before a pie-eating contest would help her fit more pie in her stomach. I usally was the one thinking of the dares, and Stella did them, so we got along just fine. Of course, we had our occasional spats and fights (our most rememberable one- and most painful- was the time when she smashed a rock in my face and I shoved her into a tree, which grew in a stream), but what siblings don't? Other than that, Stella was my best friend.