Marianne left her house, and felt relaxed with the fact that she could enjoy the sun streaming down on her back as she walked to work, which was unusual. She usually had to get her friend to pick her up on the way.
She was sorely tempted to whistle as she walked, but she wasn t that crazy yet. She would save the whistling until she was an old lady with twenty cats and no friends. Which was one possibility, but would never happen. She would never be an old lady, that she knew. But she could possibly grow older without friends, due to no fault of her own. She pushed these thoughts to the back of her mind and concentrated on her walk. It would take her twenty minutes to walk to the hospital, she estimated, and if that was right, she could also stop for a coffee on the way.
She walked into the coffee shop, and whilst waiting for the man behind the counter to make her drink, she drifted off and looked outside. She jolted back awake when she saw her friend, the one who usually drove her to work, being stopped in the street by a man taking his tie off. What was Martha doing? She quickly picked her drink up and rushed outside, to find Martha looking at said man incredulously.
What s going on? Marianne asked. The man looked at her, grinned and then ran off. Who was that? She asked. Martha shook her head.
Not got a clue. What are you doing actually ready for once? She asked, smirking slightly at Marianne s faux shocked face.
I woke up early. What are you doing without your car? Marianne countered, as the two began walking to the hospital.
I woke up early. Martha grinned, stealing Marianne s coffee and taking a long gulp. The passed the cup back, unaware that she had a foam moustache on her upper lip.
You have something.. Marianne began, pointing at her own upper lip. Martha blotted the foam with her white sleeve and Marianne nodded.
So. It s Friday. What are the plans for tonight? Marianne asked, finishing the coffee and dumping it in the nearest bin, which still had smoking cigarettes in the grate at the top.
It s my brother s birthday, so a lovely family night out is on the cards. Martha said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. So no going out this Friday, I m afraid. She told Marianne, who looked forlorn.
Well, good luck to you. She replied, smirking at Martha s stressed face.
You should come! Martha exclaimed, looking desperately at Marianne, silently begging her to join her in the fun family night out.
Oh... I don t know. Marianne started, wincing at the thought of Clive s new girlfriend, who fawned over Martha like a barbie doll.
Please. Pretty please. You would be such a life saver. Martha begged, actually stopping in the street and grabbing Marianne s hands, pleading with her to come.
Oh, alright. But you re buying the first drinks. Marianne said, rolling her eyes and dragging her back to start walking again.
Fine by me. Martha grinned. Hey! Watch it mate! Martha shouted as a man dressed all in leather with a helmet on slammed into her. The man looked at Martha before walking into the hospital.
Marianne bit her lip. Slab? She thought. It can t be. I haven t seen them for years!
She ignored her thoughts and followed Martha into the hospital. She went straight to herlocker, which was next to Martha s, and unlocked it, recoiling as she got a weak electric shock.
Ah. She hissed, and Martha had done the same. They both looked at each other, with an odd expression on their faces.
Come on, we have to hurry up. Mr Stoker likes it when his students are early. Marianne told Martha, and they hurried off walking again, eager to be in Mr Stoker s good books for the day.
They found him walking into a ward, with a few other medical students trailing behind.
Marianne rolled her eyes at who they went to. Florence Finnigan. The most irritating patient she s had to deal with. Never happy, that woman, even when they d found her a fluffy dressing gown.
I was all right till this morning, and then, I don t know, I woke up and I felt all dizzy again. It was worse than when I came in. She complained. Mr Stoker leaned forward and took her pulse.
Pulse is slightly thready. Well, let s see what Britain s finest might suggest. Any ideas, Morgenstern? Mr Stoker asked, stepping back and letting his students take his place.
Morgenstern looked around, eager for one of his friends to help him out.
Dizziness can be a sign of early onset diabetes. He suggested.
Hardly early onset, if you ll forgive me, Miss Finnegan. Any more ideas? Bradley? He asked, turning to Marianne.
She looked at Florence s pale skin. Anemia. She may need more iron in her diet. She said. Stoker smiled.
Very close. Continue, Marianne. He pushed her.
Um.. Miss Finnegan, what did you have to eat last night? She asked.
Salad. Florence replied.
And the night before? She asked again.
Salad. Okay. Anemia.. And maybe she needs more salt? Which in a way would be a cure for anemia. Marianne said, knowing full well what she needed.
Brilliant, Marianne Bradley! You ve done it again! Mr Stoker exclaimed, and they all began walking to the next bed. Marianne smiled. Hippocrates himself expounded on the virtues of salt. Recommended the inhalation of steam from seawater. He told them all. Martha nudged Marianne s arm and smiled. Martha was awfully proud of Marianne when she got something right, which was most occasions. She actually had the feeling that Marianne knew it all, but didn t want to seem cocky or something to that extent.
Marianne glared at the next patient. The man who had been talking to Martha outside.
Now then, Mr John Smith. A very good morning to you. How are you today? Stoker asked.
Aw, not so bad. Still a bit.. You know. Blah. Mr Smith replied, grimacing slightly.
John Smith, admitted yesterday with severe abdominal pains. Mr Stoker began.
Sounds like an alliace. Marianne spat. She d realised who Mr John Smith was. She d had a friend that went by that name, and only one person she knew would use that name and be able to do the incident with the tie before. She rolled her eyes and stepped back. John Smith looked up at her, his eyes wide and knowing. He nodded at her slightly.
Mr Stoker ignored Marianne. Jones, why don t you see what you can find? Amaze me. He told her.
Martha bent down and pulled her stethoscope out of her pocket. That wasn t very clever, running around outside, was it? She asked, looking at him as if he were a five year old schoolboy.
Sorry? John asked, looking confused and staring up at Martha with wide brown eyes.
On Chancery Street, Mr Smith. Marianne spoke up, sounding incredibly bored as she glared at the man. John looked up at her, and realisation dawned on his face. He looked ecstatic. Marianne rolled her eyes and looked away.
You came up to me and took your tie off. Martha told him, seriously wondering if he had a twin brother.
Really? What did I do that for? John asked, still happy about his discovery. He could have sensed her from miles away.
I don t know, you just did. Martha told him, shaking her head and looking confused herself.
Not me. I was here, in bed. Ask the nurses. John insisted, shaking his head and holding a hand up.
Have you got a brother? Martha asked, her eyebrows drawn together in full blown confusion.
No, not any more. Just me.. And.. Well. Yeah. Just me. John replied, after seeing Marianne looking furious and shaking her head.
As time passes and I grow ever more infirm and weary, Miss Jones. Mr Stoker sighed, shaking his head in exasperation.
Sorry right. Martha said, turning to look at her boss quickly before plugging her stethoscope into her ears and placing the instrument onto John s chest. She looked puzzled. Marianne bit her tongue to stop her from saying anything. Martha looked around to Marianne, shaking her head and looking puzzled. Marianne shrugged her shoulders.
She moved the stethoscope to the other side of the chest. Marianne looked disgusted when John winked at Martha.
I weep for further generations. Are you having trouble locating the heart, Miss Jones? Mr Stoker asked, walking forwards, intent on speeding up this menial task.
Um.. Stomach cramps? Martha suggested, standing up straight and taking the ear pieces out of her ears and placing the instrument back around her neck.
That is a symptom, not a diagnosis. And you rather failed basic techniques by not consulting first with the patient s chart. Mr Stoker reprimanded, and Martha shifted uncomfortably under everyone s gaze. Marianne looked around, and was startled to see John staring at her, with that same comforting look he used to give her, oh so long ago now. She turned away, and let her back face him. She was not ready to do this.
She watched as Mr Stoker picked up John s chart, and consequently drop it again due to an electric shock.
That happened to me and Marianne this morning. Martha told him, and Marianne nodded.
I had the same thing on the door handle. Morgenstern spoke up, raising her hand timidly.
And me, on the lift. Swales said.
That s only to be expected. There s a thunderstorm moving in and lightning is a form of static electricity. As was first proven by- anyone? Mr Stoker asked, shaking his head at the little knowledge of Science his students had.
Benjamin Franklin. John Smith said. Marianne gritted her teeth.
Correct! Mr Stoker exclaimed, smiling delightfully at the sick man.
My mate Ben, that was a day and a half. I got rope burns off that kite, and then I got soaked... John began.
Shut up, just shut up. Marianne thought. Drawing attention to himself AGAIN.
Quite. Mr Stoker replied, looking slightly creeped out.
And then I got electrocuted. John concluded. He just can t help himself, Marianne thought.
Moving on. Mr Stoker said, rolling his eyes and walking away. I think perhaps a visit from psychiatric. He said quietly.
Marianne. Someone hissed. Marianne turned around, and saw John sat there, eagerly wanting to talk to her.
Doctor.. No. Just no. She told him, before walking away and continuing where her colleagues were walking.
~ Later that day, Marianne and Martha were in the kitchen. Martha was on the phone and Marianne was collapsed in a chair, thinking of the olden days.
No, listen, I ve worked out a plan. We tell Annelise that the buffet tonight is one hundred per cent carbohydrate, and she won t turn up. Martha grinned into her phone, and even Marianne smiled at that. In this weather? I m not going out, it s pouring down. She continued to say.
Marianne looked out the window at the suddenly dreary weather. So much for a nice sunny day.
The rain dripped miserably down the window.
Well, you just got lucky. Martha said into her phone. Marianne then stood up, and began pacing the small room, wondering what the hell she should do.
Escape? Get out as soon as she can? Try and find another vortex manipulator? Get as far away from the Doctor as possible, was the only thing she wanted to do.
But listen, I ll tell you what we ll do.. Martha said, but Marianne had stopped listening. The rain was now torrential, positively stair rods.
And suddenly, the rain was flying upwards. Marianne was transfixed, staring out the window as if her life depended on it. What the hell was happening?
She touched Martha s arm gently.
What? She asked, covering the mouthpiece on her phone.
The rain. Martha, the rain is flying up. Marianne replied.
Suddenly, they were thrown to the floor in a violent eruption, an earthquake of some sort. Most things in the kitchen cupboards fell out onto the floor, and the girls had to cover their heads.
Doctor.. We need the Doctor. Marianne told Martha, now eager to find him.
Martha. It s night. It was lunchtime. They heard from the corner of the room. They turned, and there, was a shaking Swales.
It s not night. Marianne told her.
It s got to be. It s dark. Swales replied, and they both looked out the window. They were on the moon.
We re on the moon. Martha gasped.
The Doctor, we need him. Now. Marianne said, pleading with Martha to hurry up and follow her.
We re on the moon. We re on the bloody moon. Martha marvelled.
Marianne grabbed Martha s hand and dragged her out the room.
Florence Finnegan tried to stop them. Have you seen- I m sorry. Martha told her, eager to know who this Doctor was that Marianne kept waffling on about.
When they entered his ward, it was chaotic. People were panicking and screaming.
Alright, everyone back to bed, we ve got emergency but we ll sort it out! Martha told them.
Doctor! Marianne exclaimed, looking around. The safest place to be when emergency strikes is by the Doctor s side, she knew that.
I m here, I m here. He told her, and his voice.. It was almost comforting.. Loving. She turned to him with a stony face.
Come on. She told him, her voice void of emotion, and she led him to where Martha was stood at the window.
Martha tried to open it. Don t! We ll lose all the air! Swales sobbed, trying to pull her hand back.
But they re not exactly airtight. If the air was going to get sucked out it would have happened straight away, but it didn t. So how come? Martha asked, looking around for Marianne s confirmation. She did a double take when she saw Marianne stood next to John Smith, who was now wearing a suit and converse.
Very good point! Brilliant, in fact. What was your name? The Doctor asked her.
Martha. And it was Jones, wasn t it? He asked. Well then, Martha Jones, the question is, how are we still breathing? He asked.
We can t be! Swales exclaimed, looking frantic. Marianne rolled her eyes.
Obviously we are, don t waste time. Marianne snapped, her arms folded across her chest with a storm raging in her eyes. She was not happy to be there.
Exactly. Martha, what have we got? Is there a balcony on this floor.. Or a veranda, or...? The Doctor asked her.
By the patients lounge. She told him, not looking at all concerned for her probable death.
Fancy going out? He asked her.
Okay. Martha laughed.
We might die. The Doctor warned.
We might not. Martha laughed again.
He smiled and turned to Marianne, holding his arm out for her. She ignored it. He tried not to look hurt. Marianne, please. He choked out. She ignored the arm and simply walked away. Martha looked at as she knew him, John, with a confused look on her face.
They followed Marianne to the patient's lounge. Marianne had already opened the doors and was stood out, looking at the surface of the moon.
We ve got air! How does that work? Martha asked as she joined her best friend.
Just be glad it does. Marianne snapped.
You okay? The Doctor asked Martha, ignoring Marianne s bad mood.
Yeah. Martha told him.
What do you think it is? The Doctor asked.
Extraterrestrial. Got to be. I don t know, a few years ago that would ve sounded mad. But these days? That spaceship flying into Big Ben, Christmas, those Cyber things. And Marianne never stops trying to do her own alien investigations. She sneered. Marianne looked down as the Doctor smiled proudly at her. I had this cousin, Adeola. She worked at Canary Wharf. She never came home. Martha said sadly.
I m sorry. The Doctor told her. I was there. In the battle. Marianne s head snapped up. He nodded at her.
I promise you, Mr Smith, we will find a way out. If we can travel to the moon, then we can travel back. There s got to be a way, right Marianne? Martha asked the girl, turning to her. Marianne shook a piece of blonde hair out of her eyes and shrugged. Martha looked displeased and turned back to the Doctor.
It s not Smith, by the way. That s not my real name. Who are you, then? Martha asked.
I m the Doctor. He told her.
That s who Marianne wanted to find before. She was desperate to find The Doctor. Martha told him, smiling at Marianne who was blushing.
Don t take it personally. I just don t fancy dying right now. She spat. Although the Doctor s smile faded slightly, it didn t lose its brilliance.
So what.. You re just the Doctor though? Martha asked.
Yeah. He told her.
As far as I m concerned, you ve got to earn that title. Martha told him. If Marianne didn t fully trust him, neither did she.
Well, I d better work on gaining your trust. The Doctor said, somewhat to Martha, but he was staring at Marianne when he said it. He watched as she bent down, picked up a pebble and launched it onto the moon. The pebble bounced off an invisible barrier.
There must be a force field somewhere.. She grunted.
If that s like a bubble sealing us in, that means this is the only air we ve got. What happens whe it runs out? Martha asked Marianne.
How many people in this hospital? The Doctor asked.
I don t know.. A thousand? Martha asked, again looking to Marianne for confirmation.
One thousand people. Suffocating. The Doctor told her, snapping his teeth shut.
Why would anyone do that? Martha asked, disgusted and a little bit terrified.
Head s up! Ask them yourself!