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"Blimey, it's been ages since I climbed a real, proper rope." The Doctor was breathing heavily by the time we got to the ship.
"What do you do for a living?" He demanded of me as I stretched, as I was not struggling to breathe.
"I'm a model, Doctor. Gotta stay fit." He stood, throwing me another glance.
"Of course you're a model." He muttered. I crossed my arms across my chest.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I demanded.
"I didn't mean anything. You won't get it now, anyway." He hinted.
"Doctor. You will repair damages done to our ship or your companion will be exterminated." I screamed as hands latched onto me, pulling me into a room with one wall made out of glass. I heard a door slam behind me, the hands and owners gone. I could see the Doctor through the glass.
"That's an airtight lock. She'll run out of oxygen!" He growled. I immediately began trying to conserve my air, sitting and slowing my breathing.
"It will give you a pressure. You have twenty minutes." The Doctor seemed to realize something.
"I'll only do it if you swear that both of us get to leave when I finish." He threatened.
"You will both be permitted access to leave." The Doctor bolted for the engine. I could see him moving, hands flying across the panel.
Twenty minutes ago, I was a normal girl that was born and London and had never been anywhere outside of London. I was a model for a chain clothing store, and I had a dog and parents and mates...
Twenty minutes ago I was threatened by an alien and saved by a time traveller. Twenty minutes ago I met a strange man that I had a strange and immediate connection to.
Twenty minutes from now, I would either be rejoicing with the Doctor or dead. I shivered at the thought.
I closed my eyes and waited.

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