Damn. I missed my aim of uploading within a week by 21 minutes.

Glad to see that the new format has been well-received :) And also that so many of you still came back to read, even though it's been a good six months since my last upload! I certainly recognised a lot of reviewer names!

So, how will I choose which scenes to write? It's gonna be scenes that are important for the arc concerning Alex, ones that I just feel he has something to add, ones that are generally important, or ones that I like, along with any that I specifically add. Obviously, the plot of some episodes get altered slightly due to his inclusion, so that will also be an issue. Anyway..!

The Doctor's Wife

"And then we discovered," the Doctor said, as he waltzed around the console, "it wasn't the Robot King after all, it was the real one. Fortunately, I was able to reattach the head."

"Do you believe any of this stuff?" Rory asked, swivelling on his chair, looking from Amy to Alex and back again.

Amy sighed. "We were there."

As they spoke, red lights dotted all over the console began to flash, accompanied by an irritating noise. "Oh, it's the warning lights! I'm getting rid of those; they never stop!"

"What's the warning?" Alex asked with interest as Amy and Rory sloped off, whispering to each other.

"I've no idea,"

"So they don't tell you what they're warning you about?"

"Nope, that was the deluxe pack and I couldn-"

A knocking at the door interrupted them. They both turned to stare at the door in confusion.

"What was that?" Amy asked, returning.

"The door," replied the Doctor. "Someone knocked on the door…"

"Right… We are in deep space…" Rory pointed out.

"Very, very deep," the Doctor agreed, slowly approaching the door as it knocked again. "And somebody's knocking!" Taking a deep breath and grinning, he slowly pulled the double doors open.

A small object was floating outside. It was a cube, buzzing with neon lighting, darting around.

"Oh come here," the Doctor said happily, extending a hand slowly. "Come here you scrumptious little beauty…"

The cube dodged his hand and zoomed inside, darting and jumping around the room in circles. Alex, Amy and Rory all ducked and dived out of its way as it flew, before it eventually collided with the Doctor and fell to the floor. The Doctor jumped on top of it and picked it up.

"A box?" Rory asked in bemusement.

"What the hell is it?"

The Doctor held the cube up and gazed at it in shock and awe. "I've got mail!" he grinned.

' E

"Yeah, there is nothing useful here," Alex concluded, throwing a broken egg whisk over his shoulder. "Why is there even a planet if we're outside the universe? What's it for?"

The Doctor picked up a stone from the ground. "Well, let's have a look." He threw it into the air and watched as it fell back to ground. "Gravity's almost Earth-normal, air's breathable, but it smells of…"

"Armpits," said Amy, her nose wrinkled up.

"Armpits," the Doctor agreed.

"What about all this stuff?" asked Rory as he inspected a rusty old lamp shade. "Where did all this come from?"

"Well, there's a rift, now and then stuff gets sucked through it. Not a bubble; a plughole! The universe has a plughole and we've just fallen down it."

"Thief! Thief! You're my thief!" cried a voice from somewhere. Hurried footsteps and other voices accompanied it. Eventually, a crazed-looking woman came into view, running towards the Doctor, pointing at him.

"She's dangerous! Guard yourselves!" a second woman called.

The first woman reached the Doctor and began to manhandle him as she rambled. "Look at you! Goodbye! No, not goodbye, what's the other one?" she asked as she locked her lips onto his, prompting her friends to leap forward and pry her away from the Doctor, as Amy, Rory and Alex stood, rooted to the spot, completely perplexed.

The man laughed nervously as the Doctor wiped his mouth. "Welcome, strangers. Lovely. Sorry about the mad person." He spoke with a bizarre accent, but in good English.

"Why am I a thief?" the Doctor asked her. "What have I stolen?"

"Me!" she cried, as if it were obvious. She then frowned. "You're going to steal me. You have stolen me. You are stealing me. Oh! Tenses are difficult, aren't they?"

"Oh, we are sorry, my dove! She's off her 'ead. They call me Auntie," said Auntie, shaking their hands individually, as the crazy woman wandered around, inspecting various pieces of rubbish.

"I'm Uncle. I'm everybody's uncle. Just keep back from this one," he said, leaning in to the Doctor and gesturing to the woman, who had returned. "She bites!"

"Do I? Excellent." She seized the Doctor and apparently sunk her teeth into the Doctor's neck, who promptly shouted out in pain. Amy, Rory and Alex continued to stand in shock, not attempting to help. "Biting's excellent!" she proclaimed when Uncle had pulled her off of the Doctor. "It's like kissing, only there's a winner."

"Sorry," Uncle said again. "She's doolally."

"I'm not doolally. I'm… I'm…" she tailed off, continuing the 'm' sound. "I'm… It's on the tip of my tongue! I've just had an excellent new idea about kissing. Come here!"

"Idris, no!" cried Auntie as she leapt for the Doctor again, who jumped and took shelter behind Amy, Rory and Alex, who at last helped the Doctor, holding out their hands to stop her advance. She instead stopped of her own accord, deep in thought. "Oh, but now you're angry. No. You will be angry. The little boxes will make you angry."

"Boxes?" the Doctor asked, slowly stepping forward, intrigued. "What about the boxes?"

Idris burst out laughing and pinched the Doctor's chin. "Your chin is hilarious! It means the smell of wet dust after rain," she said, turning her eyes to Rory.

"What does?" he asked, glancing at Amy.

"Petrichor."

"But I didn't ask…"

"Not yet. But you will." She then turned to Alex. "Check your hand."

Alex stared at her in confusion. Then, slowly, he raised a palm and showed it to her. "There's nothing there."

"Are you sure?"

"Now, now, Idris," said Auntie, stepping forward. "I think you should have a rest."

"Yes, good idea. I'll just see if there's an off-switch." With that, she collapsed into Rory's arms, quite unconscious.

"Is that it? She dead now?" asked Uncle. "So sad."

"No, she's still breathing," Rory confirmed, having placed her in a nearby chair.

"Nephew, take Idris somewhere she cannot bite people, hm?"

Alex and the Doctor turn around at the prospect of meeting another family member. Alex laughed as he saw the Ood standing there. Its eyes shone a bright, luminous green colour.

"Oh hello!" the Doctor grinned, equally amused at the unexpected arrival. Amy and Rory turn and recoil in horror.

"Doctor, what is that?"

"It's alright, it's an Ood!" he said happily. "Oods are good, love an Ood! Hello Ood!"

"Slave race," Alex explained as the Doctor approached the Ood happily. "Happy to be slaves. Born to be slaves… but easily influenced."

"How d'you mean?" asked Rory.

"Well they deal with… psychic… stuff. I don't really get it, but their psychic…ness, is easy to… hack into."

"Which is good for us, because its translator ball is damaged," the Doctor said cheerfully, taking the Sonic Screwdriver from his pocket. "May I?" he asked the Ood. It nodded. "It may just be on the wrong frequency," the Doctor muttered as he opened the ball and began tinkering around inside.

"Nephew was broken when he came here," explained Auntie. "Half-dead. House repaired him. House repaired all of us."

"House?"

The Doctor finished his work on the translator ball. It lit up in the same green light as the Ood's eyes and began transmitting. "If you are receiving this message, please help me," said a man's voice, amid other, indistinguishable, murmuring voices. "Send a message to the High Council of the Time Lords of Gallifrey. Help me, I'm still alive! I don't know where I am… I'm on some rock-like planet, I-"

The message cut off as the Ood turned the ball off.

"What was that?" Rory asked after a moment. "Was that him?"

"No. No, that was picking up something else… but that's… that's not possible. That's… who else is here? Show me. Show me!" he demanded, striding towards Auntie and Uncle.

"Just what you see," Auntie replied, stepping back. "Just the four of us. And the House. Nephew, will you take Idris somewhere safe where she can't hurt nobody?"

"House. What's the House?" the Doctor asked as Nephew picked up Idris and carried her away.

"House is all around you, my sweet! You are standing on him," Auntie said happily. Uncle jumped up and down on the spot to illustrate her point. "This is the House. This world. Would you like to meet him?"

"Meet him?"

"I'd love to," the Doctor replied, silencing Rory. Auntie and Uncle sloped away and into a dark tunnel in the mountainside, prompting the Doctor, Alex, Amy and Rory to follow.

"What's wrong?" Amy asked quietly as they went. "What were those voices?"

"Time Lords. Not just the Corsair. Somewhere close by, there are lots and lots of Time Lords…"

' E

"So let me get this straight," Alex said as the four of them explored the tunnels of the asteroid. "This guy, House, he's… what, possessing them?"

"Sort of, yeah. Speaking through them, using their mouths. But as far as I can see… leaves them to their own devices most of the time. Anyway, that's not important. There are Time Lords here." He looks towards Alex and smiles. "We're not alone anymore…"

But you told me about your people, and you told me what you did," whispered Amy.

"Not to mention what happened last time we saw them?"

"Yes, but if they're like the Corsair, they're good ones and I can save them!"

"And then tell them you destroyed all the others?!"

"I can explain! Tell them why I had to…"

"You want to be forgiven."

The Doctor sighed with his hands on his hips. "Don't we all?" he asked eventually.

"What do you need from me?" Amy asked, nodding slowly.

"My screwdriver," the Doctor replied, patting his jacket pockets. "I left it in the TARDIS. It's in my jacket."

"You're wearing your jacket," Rory pointed out.

"My other jacket."

"You have two of those..?"

"Okay, look, we will get it, but Doctor… don't get emotional. That's when you make mistakes."

"Yes boss," the Doctor smiled, saluting his understanding.

"We?" asked Rory.

"Yep," Amy replied, throwing the Doctor her phone and dragging Rory away.

"Two jackets, huh?" Alex asked once Amy and Rory were a suitable distance away. The Doctor nodded. "Got two screwdrivers too?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"I saw you use it on the Ood's translator."

The Doctor sighed and took it out of his inside pocket. He raised his eyebrows and then put it away again. "Alex, I need you to go with them."

"Why?"

"Because there are Time Lords here."

"I thought I was a Time Lord," he replied, deadpan.

"Not a full Time Lord. Some of us… of them, have a thing about… half-breeds."

"Charming."

"Not my word for it! So I'll just need to explain you to them before you meet them."

"Great," Alex said, rolling his eyes and turning away from the Doctor, heading after Amy and Rory.

' E

"He's basically sent us to our room!" Amy said angrily, pacing.

"It's Time Lord stuff," Alex muttered, leaning back in a chair.

"But you are Time Lord!"

"Nope! I'm a half-breed," he replied with false cheer.

"A what?"

"'Though technically I'm a quarter-breed."

"He's not trusting any of us, and he's being emotional," Amy went on, continuing her pacing. "This is bad. This is very, very bad."

"Yeah, I think it probably is," Rory agreed, pointing to the doors. A green mist was seeping through them, a light shining through the windows.

"Sometimes I hate being right."

"Try and get the doors open," Alex told Rory, jumping out of his seat and looking over the console for inspiration.

"They won't budge!" Rory cried, heaving with all his might.

Alex shouted in frustration as he pulled levers. "No power! Except to these bloody things!" he said angrily, poking the emergency lights.

"What do we do?!" Amy asked as the phone began to wring.

"Answer that," Alex responded, trying and failing to turn on the TARDIS monitor.

"Doctor, something's wrong!" Amy called down the phone. "We can't! You locked the door, remember?" A pause. "You stupid well haven't!"

Rory joined them from the door as the mist grew too thick. Alex gave up on the console as a noise echoed through the room. The cloister bell. What little light was left in the room disappeared as a wind blew through the room. Emergency lighting sprung up again.

"Doctor, I don't like this!" Amy cried. "Doctor?" She huffed and threw the phone down as the light went down again, staying down.

The central column of the TARDIS began to shift, slowly. The engines fired up.

"We're moving…" Rory muttered.

"How can we be flying, we don't even have power!" Alex cried, pulling levers and pressing buttons at random again.

"Okay, listen," Rory said, taking Amy's hands as Alex got onto his back to look under the console. "Whatever happens, we're together, all three of us. We can work through this. And we're in the TARDIS, so we're safe!"

"You're half-right," a familiar voice agreed, resonating throughout the room. Amy and Rory stood rooted to the spot, shocked. Alex slowly got to his feet and stood next to them. "I mean, you are in the TARDIS. What a great adventure. I should have done this half a million years ago. So, Alex, Amy, Rory. Why shouldn't I just kill you now?" The three of them exchanged glances, a mix of fear, shock, surprise, dumbfoundedness. The House went on. "Oh! Corridors. I have corridors. So much to learn about my new home… but you haven't answered my question, children."

"Uhh… question?" Rory tried.

"You remember. Tell me why I shouldn't just kill you all now."

"Well…" began Amy, rapidly running out of steam. "Rory?"

"Alex?" Rory tried.

"Rory?" Alex replied.

He sighed. "Because… killing us quickly wouldn't be any fun. And you need fun, don't you? That's what Auntie and Uncle were for, wasn't it? Someone to make suffer. I had a PE teacher just like you. You, uhh, need to be entertained. And killing us quickly wouldn't be entertainment."

"So entertain me," House replied. "Run."

' E

Alex slammed the door shut behind him and leant against it, catching his breath. He and Rory had been separated from Amy and themselves separated not long after.

"An interesting choice," said House as Alex walked forward and sat down on his bed.

"Y'know, most people give others a little privacy when they go to their bedroom."

"I'm not most people. But then, I suppose Alex, neither are you. So why would you come here? You can't have honestly thought you'd be safe from me here. Is there a weapon you think you could use against me here? Because I can tell you now, that won't work."

"I guess that's what a bedroom is," Alex replied, still breathing deeply. "A personal sanctuary to hide from the evils of the world."

"There's nowhere on this ship you can hide from me."

"Not even the Zero Room?"

"I deleted the Zero Room to acquire extra thrust. It seemed a logical choice. But if you don't believe me, you can check for yourself. I believe you know the way."

Alex sighed and got up from his bed. He walked to the door and threw it open. He stopped in his tracks, holding onto the door frame for support.

"Oh, I should mention that I've moved your room. This door is now the exit of the TARDIS."

Alex gazed out at the sight before him. Other than the rift and the distant spot that was House's previous home, there was nothing. No stars, no light. A vast expanse of nothing. Alex began to breathe more heavily.

"Oh dear. The oxygen shell is weakening, and the doors are deadlocked open. You'd better get out."

"This is the only exit!" Alex cried.

"What about that one up there?" asked House. Alex silently cursed what he was about to see and raised his eyes skywards. Embedded in the ceiling was a trapdoor that he'd never noticed before. "You could quite comfortably escape through there."

"Yeah, thanks for that. Brilliant escape plan. If I was ten-foot tall or could fly!"

"Well why don't I help you out with that? I'll turn off the gravity for you."

Before Alex could protest, he and anything in his room that wasn't bolted down began to float into the air. "Never heard of the bends?" Alex asked queasily. House didn't respond. Alex tried to swim his way towards the trapdoor but was failing miserably.

"Anti-gravity is a problem, isn't it?" House said, the amusement clear in his voice.

Okay, stop moving, Alex thought, knowing that this was something he'd have to think about. Squirming his way to the trapdoor wasn't going to work. He held still and began to float around again, almost serenely. He cast his mind back to his school days, searching for something in science lessons that could help. He landed on a physics lesson. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction, he thought. He grabbed a shoe that happened to be floating past him. Slowly swivelling round so that his back was to the trapdoor, he threw the shoe as hard as he could. Though it didn't travel far, Alex was propelled backwards, right at the trapdoor.

"Impressive. Very impressive," House said as Alex threw a coat hanger and came within reach of the trapdoor. He pulled himself through it and closed it. The gravity instantly returned to normal and Alex collapsed to the floor, exhausted.

' E

Alex turned yet another corner. The TARDIS was an unusual place to get lost in. You could feel hopelessly lost one minute, then turn a corner and know exactly where you were. He sincerely hoped that was the case.

"I didn't think you'd bother to come here," House said, sounding genuinely surprised. Alex backtracked a few steps and realised he had just passed the Zero Room.

"I helped rebuild it. I'd have been annoyed if you'd actually deleted it."

"An interesting structure. Obsolete of course, now that the ship is mine. But interesting."

Alex pushed the doors to the room open and stepped inside, wondering if House would have any influence. "House?" he tried, calling out.

"This room is cut off from all electrical and radiological influences of the outside universe. It shields itself from the effects of magnetism. You could well assume that I would have no influence in here."

"But..?" Alex asked, sensing its arrival.

"I now have potential control over all time and space. Of course you would be wrong."

The doors to the Zero Room closed, cutting off all light to the room. Alex stood in pitch darkness.

"House!" Alex cried. "Why just trap me in a room? HOUSE!"

"Alex?" asked a voice. A small voice. A timid voice. A young voice. But most of all, a familiar voice. A match was struck in the corner of the room, which then lit a candle. Alex followed the light with a quickly sinking heart until he reached the light.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, kneeling down so that his eye-line was level with his sister's.

"I woke up here," Karen whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"With a candle and matches?" Alex asked, glancing at her hands. She nodded. "Torch wouldn't work in here. Very good, very clever,"

"Who are you talking to?"

Alex shook his head in anger and disbelief. "No-one."

"You never tell me anything," Karen said, getting to her feet.

"What are you talking about?"

"Ever since you left with him, you never tell me anything. It's all his fault! I hate him! You always keep secrets from me now… You never even visit!"

"That's what you're worried about right now? Not that you've been kidnapped by a bloody voice, presumably through transmit, and locked in a dark room, but the fact that I don't visit home often enough?"

"He said you'd be like that."

"Who did?"

"The House."

"You've met House." She nodded. "No you haven't."

"Why would you say that?"

"Three reasons. One, my sister wouldn't be able to meet anyone called House without bursting out laughing and calling him Hugh Laurie. Two, my sister is so infatuated by the Doctor that even keeping me away from her wouldn't make her hate him. And three, this is the Zero Room. Cut off from the rest of the universe, and so, impossible to transmit into. Bottom line: you haven't met House, because you are House. My sister is a million miles and a million years away."

"He said you'd say something like that."

"Still gonna keep up the pretence though, eh. Well alright, a good actress doesn't break character, even if she is… what, a hallucination? My imagination? Go on then. What did he say?"

"He said that you wouldn't be yourself. You'd be possessed. I'd have to release you."

"And how are you planning on doing that?"

Karen pulled a short penknife from her pocket. "A candle wasn't the only thing House left me." With a face contorted into fury, Karen charged at Alex, brandishing the knife. Alex calmly stepped aside and seized the apparition's hand, holding the knife far away from him.

"You might be a hallucination, but you're a hallucination of my sister," Alex said, plucking the knife from her hands. "And if there's anything you're bad at, it's hurting people. Whether you mean to or not."

"Impressive," said House, his voice once more reverberating around the room. "Not at all fazed by your own sister, attacking you with a knife. He has trained you well."

Alex realised that his kicking sister and the small knife had disappeared. He relaxed himself. "You never bring her into this, House. Unwritten rule. Line in the sand. You keep her out of everything you do."

"I was under the impression that I was in charge. But know that I am not an unmerciful god. I have allowed you a reunion."

Before Alex had a chance to respond, the door to the Zero Room burst open.

"Rory!" Alex cried.

"I heard a scream," he explained breathlessly. "It wasn't you?"

Alex shook his head. "Didn't hear anything. Well, I wouldn't, not in here."

"Sounded more like Amy anyway. C'mon,"

The two of them left the Zero Room, running after the sound of another high-pitched scream.

' E

"This is where she told me to come," Rory said as the three of them came to a locked door. "She said she'd send me the pass key-ahh!" His hands sprung to his temples as he received another message. "Crimson. Eleven. Delight. Petrichor." The pain seemed to disappear as Rory stood up straight again. "What, do I say it? Crimson, eleven, delight, petrichor," he said, leaning into the door.

"House knows we're here, why isn't he messing with us anymore?" Alex asked, muttering to himself. He jogged forward to take a look either way down the corridor. "Oh! Hello!" Nephew was walking directly towards them. Alex backed up as the Ood turned the corner. "Ood!"

"Distract it then, hold it back!" Amy said, deep in thought.

"Yeah, I'll just hold back the spaghetti-faced alien with the electric death-ball, no problem." He looked back at Amy and Rory. Amy had her head lowered, her eyes closed. Rory's eyes were locked on Nephew in fear. "What are you doing?"

"Quiet!"

Alex sighed and turned back to the Ood. "Okay, uhh… DoctorDonna friends. DoctorDonna friends."

"What the hell is that?" asked Rory.

"I don't know, I was told it worked once."

"Well it isn't working now!"

"Ood. I would like a drink. Please, get me one from kitchen six." He turned to Rory, who was giving him a look. "They're a slave race, near enough, shut up."

"Crimson, eleven…" Alex could now hear Amy's mutterings as he drew closer, constantly backing away from Nephew.

"AlexAmyRory friends. Y'know, the OodBrain would be ashamed of you. AlexAmyRory friends, absolutely ashamed. You weren't released from slavery for this!"

"We're in!" Amy cried following the sound of a pneumatic door opening. Alex hurriedly backed up into the dark room as the door closed again, cutting off Nephew's approach.

"What is this place?" Amy asked. "Another control room?"

Alex realised he recognised the metal-grating slope he was standing on. He turned around and a highly familiar sight greeted him as Amy turned on the lights. "That's exactly what it is," he grinned, rushing up the ramp and helping Rory turn off the shields. "This is the control room as it was when I first met the TARDIS," he explained as he pulled levers and pressed buttons. "Okay, door locked… aaaaaand… shields down."

"I didn't even tell you how to do it," Rory said, impressed.

"Because I already knew how, my friend," Alex smiled.

"How did you find this place? It isn't on my internal schematics. I had hoped you three could join Nephew as my servants." As on cue, the door opened, letting Nephew into the room. "But you three are nothing but trouble."

"Nice door-locking," Amy muttered to Alex as they backed away from Nephew.

"The Doctor taught me," Alex explained, sighing.

"I grow tired of your petty human disputes. Nephew. Kill them."

"Did you say 'electric death-ball'?" Rory asked nervously as Nephew advanced.

"Pretty much covers it," Alex nodded, wracking his brain for a method of defence. Clearly, going by the translator ball, this Ood was pre-release and therefore beyond reasoning. "If we had rubber gloves-"

"Ahh!" Rory cried, receiving another message. "Where are you coming through?" The message ended, presumably badly. "Oh great! Thanks!"

"What did she say?"

"Hold on," Rory replied. "We need to get out of the way?"

"Of what?" Alex asked as the three of them hid behind a nearby coral pillar.

"I don't know!" Rory cried as the sounds of the engines of a TARDIS filled the room, along with a blindingly bright light and a small explosion.

They peered around the pillar to see the Doctor and Idris, the mad lady, lying on the ground of a poorly constructed TARDIS console. The light faded and the Doctor got to his feet. He staggered forward and pulled Amy into a hug, laughing.

"Doctor," said Idris, clearly in pain. "How do you walk around in these things?" she asked as the Doctor helped her up and into a comfortable sitting position.

"Hold on," he replied. "We're not quite there yet. Guys?" he said, turning to Alex, Amy and Rory. "This is… well… she's my TARDIS. Except she's a woman. She's a woman. And she's my TARDIS."

"She's the TARDIS?" Amy screeched after a moment, voicing the disbelief in Alex's head.

"And she's a woman," the Doctor grinned. "She's a woman, and she's the TARDIS."

"Did you wish really hard?"

"Shut up, not like that!"

"Actually, makes sense when you think about it," Alex said, remembering their first meeting with Idris.

"How does it make sense?!" Amy cried.

"You have to really think about it."

The Doctor helped Idris to her feet, who sighed heavily. "Hello," she said breathlessly with a hand on her abdomen. "I'm… Sexy."

"Still shut up," the Doctor groaned.

"Oh!" Idris said, sounding both pleased and surprised. "It's the half-breed."

"The environment has been breached," announced House. "Nephew, kill them all."

Nothing happened. No-one moved. "Where's Nephew?" Rory asked.

"He was standing right where you materialised," Amy continued.

"Ah. He must have been redistributed."

"Meaning what?"

"You're breathing him," the Doctor smiled.

"Ohh…"

"Another Ood I failed to save," the Doctor lamented, glancing at Idris.

"Doctor. I did not expect you," House said conversationally.

"Well, that's me all over, isn't it? Lovely, old, unexpected me."

' E

House's dying cries became whispers as the TARDIS matrix finally returned to its true home. The green hue was replaced with a golden one. The engines returned to normal. And the golden hue became a shining, glorious ball of energy in the centre of the room. At the centre of the light was Idris' floating, golden form.

"Doctor…" she asked, gazing up at the ceiling. "Are you there? So very dark in here…"

"I'm here," he whispered compassionately, stepping forward, eyes wet.

Hearing his voice, she looked down and met his eyes. "I've been looking for a word. A big, complicated word, and so sad. I've found it now."

"What word?"

"Alive," she smiled, tearfully. "I'm alive."

"Alive isn't sad,"

"It's sad when it's over. I'll always be here. But this is when we talked. And now, even that has come to an end… there's something I didn't get to say to you."

"Goodbye," the Doctor whispered, tears now rolling down his cheeks.

"No. I just wanted to say… hello." Idris was smiling sadly again, tears now streaming down her golden cheeks too. "Hello Doctor. It's so very, very nice to meet you."

"Please…" the Doctor whimpered, in a rare showing of emotion. "I don't want you to… please…"

Despite his pleas, Idris' body convulsed in the air. She seemed to take a deep breath as the light surrounding her brightened, reaching a peak. The sounds of the TARDIS engines thrummed as her body faded out of being. "I love you…"