"So, what is it? What's wrong?" Rose questioned as we climbed out of the TARDIS.
"I don't know. Some kind of signal, drawing the TARDIS off course." The Doctor told her.
"Where are we?"
"Utah, Earth, North America." I replied, looking around the room.
"And...when are we?"
"2012." We said together.
"Gosh, that's so close. I should be twenty-six." I found a light switch, turning it on revealing a bunch of obscure items in glass display cases. "it's like a great big museum."
"Is that a flipping Slitheen hand?" I asked." Yesterday they were trying to destroy the earth, now it's just a stuffed arm in a museum. Gotta love time travel."
"It's an alien museum. Someone's got a hobby. They must've spent a fortune on this. Chunks of meteorite, moon dust."
"Is that the Roswell Spaceship milometer?" I asked, pointing to a pedestal. The Doctor nodded.
"Oh, look at you." I looked where the Doctor was looking to see a classic Cyberman head.
"Oh my. That is proper old." I said, stepping up in front of it.
"What is it?" Rose questioned.
"An old friend of ours. Well, enemy. The stuff of nightmares reduced to an exhibit. We're getting old."
"Getting? Dear, we are old." I pointed out.
"Is that where the signal's coming from?"
"Nah, it's stone dead. The signal's alive. Something's reaching out, calling for help." The Doctor touched the glass and an alarm went off. We were suddenly surrounded by men with guns.
"Ah, great. More bloody soldiers." I put my hands up.
"Watch your mouth."
"Make me." I shot back with a wink.
"You two are disgusting." Rose said, laughing despite the fact that she had at least fifteen guns trained on her."If someone's collecting aliens, that makes you two Exhibit A."
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The guards led us into an office with a tacky cattle hide rug and a narcissistic painting of the guy sitting behind the desk on the wall opposite us. There was a younger man standing beside him, talking to him about the device in the man's hand.
"Well, you see the tubes on the side? Must be to channel something, maybe fuel?"
"I really wouldn't hold it like that." The Doctor told him.
"Shut it." The woman beside us replied.
"Seriously though, that is all kinds of wrong." I added.
"Is it dangerous?" The younger man asked.
"No. It just looks a bit ridiculous." I held my hand out. "May I?" The guns cocked behind me, and the man behind the desk held out a hand before handing it to me. "It just takes a delicate touch." I stroked the tubes and a high-pitched sound came out of it.
"It's a musical instrument."
"And it's a long way from home." The Doctor told him.
"Here, let me." I handed it gently back to him. He snatched it out and started roughly rubbing his fingers over it.
"Delicacy is important. It reacts to the smallest touch, so it needs precision." He softened his touch and the music came out correctly. "Very good."
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FanficKatherine never intended to run away. In fact, she had planned to live out the rest of her regenerations on the beautiful planet Gallifrey. She had a future there. She had a life, and on that she was satisfied with, no less. But a small part of her...
