Where was he? Where had he landed? Stumbling through the dark, he nearly tripped - this body was several kilograms lighter and more muscular than his previous body - and fell against the doors of the TARDIS. Fumbling for the handle, he yanked back, and fell out the doors to land in an unceremonious heap. "Well, can't say I expected that." A decidedly non-British voice stated, amused. "Are you hurt? Or am I just hallucinating that a '60s British police box appeared in the middle of the woods with a half dead guy in it?" . . . . Learn of the Ninth Doctor's forgotten companion, the one who helped him after the pain of the Time War, the girl who was Time herself. The one who stole his heart and broke it, just to lead him back to love. . . . . **DISCLAIMER** Doctor Who and BBC do not belong to me, only my Original Character and subsequent events caused by her are my creation. All rights reserved.