Lost In Thought

Far, Far Away

The Doctor:

Still in search of that peaceful day for Elizabeth.

Wasn't really going well, as we were now getting on a bus, while I ate what had to be my third Easter Egg, and tracking something that was growing and dangerous in London. "You're just in time, both of yous."

"Well, I never run for the bus, unless something's chasing me." My sister smiled, literally just touching the Oyster Card thing and it beeped, before I swiped the psychic paper. "Thanks."

And she went to sit in an empty seat, gesturing to me to sit next to her. I instead went to the girl in front, who looked interesting. "Hello, I'm the Doctor, this is my sister LizBeth. Happy Easter."

"Brother!"

"The funny thing is, I don't often do Easter. I can never find it, and my sister isn't exactly religion friendly." She said my name again, but I'd had to walk around four different shops while she tried to find the right sort of hair straighteners for her hair, I wasn't happy. "It's always at a different time. Although I remember the original. Between you and me, what really happened was-" My thing beeped. Liz didn't like my thing, she was angry at it, but actually worked. "Oh. Sorry, hold on to that for me. Actually, go on, have it. Finish it. It's full of sugar and I'm determined to keep these teeth."

"Doctor!"

You could be quiet, we went to some strange science place for lunch, and I do not understand how that man made any food at all with liquid nitrogen and it scared me. "Ah. Oh, we've got excitation. I'm picking up something very strange."

The girl next to me was trying to hide her face. "I know the feeling."

"Rhondium particles, that's what we're looking for. This thing detects them. Look, this should to round, that little dish there."

She wasn't happy to be sat next to me for some reason. "Right now, a way out would come in pretty handy. Can you detect me one of those?"

Which was when my sister cried out in pain, holding her head, just as it kicked into gear. She hated public places, she'd had headphones in most of the day. "Ah, the little dish is going round."

"Fascinating."

"And round. Whoa."

It sparked a little, making the blonde woman in front of us brush them off, annoyed. "Excuse me. Do you mind?"

No, I didn't, but it wasn't supposed to do that. "Sorry. That was my little dish."

"Can't you turn that thing off?"

Oh. "What was your name?"

"Christina."

"Christina, hold on tight. Everyone, hold on! Elizabeth!"

With furious eyes that were rapidly changing colour, she stood and held up her hands, holding a wall of force around us all as suddenly we were jolting and being thrown around. "Brother, I, I can't keep holding it!"

The windows broke slightly, sparks flying as bright light burned in, then it all went still. My sister dropped her walls, running out the door in front of me into the bright, bright desert, eyes pure white as one trickled with tears, the other blood, but she kept spinning blindly. "Sister, calm. It's okay."

"You can't hear them. Brother, you, you can't... I need to reboot. There are too many inputs, I, I can't..."

Before blinking, her eyes going black, then normal, and dropping into my arms. "Oh, great. There's no super genius computer for a bit, fantastic." But picked her up carefully, looking at the people who'd followed us into the desert. "End of the line. Call it a hunch, but I think we've gone a little bit further than Brixton."