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The skies were dreary and gray- occasionally a small, forked, flickering tongue of lightning would crackle across the sky, followed by a crash of thunder. There was no rain, yet, only angry clouds and a tense, stagnant buzz in the air, like everything was dangling precariously on the cusp of an earthquake or a tornado or a hurricane. Ominous, that was the word.

"So, what's an ordinary person doing with a piece of psychic paper, hmm?" The Doctor asked nonchalantly, after the nurses had moved out of earshot. He sat up in the cot, staring at the girl in the other bed with a tiny frown and a crease between his eyebrows. Somehow, he looked different when he was real, than when he was an old television show. It was off-putting, to say the least.

"Using it to check into hospitals, apparently," She joked, trying to sit up as well, fighting the horrible dizziness that made her world blacken at the edges, gripping the rail on the side of her bed for support. "What's a time traveler doing in a hospital bed?"

"Plasma coils around the perimeter. Thought I'd check it out, yknow. So, tell me- what're they for?"

Charlie shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine."

He stared at her, unblinking, looking like he was in some sort of trance, when he suddenly spoke (and nearly gave Charlie a heart attack)."Alright!"

The Doctor threw the sheets off and grabbed the fuzzy blue dressing gown, pulling one arm through the sleeve as he talked. "Not sure I believe you yet, but whatever the plasma coils are charging for, it's about to happen. Oh, I love a good mystery."

She watched from her cot as he tugged on the other sleeve and tied the sash around his waist, walking towards the door."Where are you going?"

"We're going looking for whatever set up the plasma coils." A crack of thunder shook the building as rain started pouring down. "Before something bad happens." He added, starting around the bend.

"We're?"

"Oh, yes. How am I supposed to know you didn't do it? You're coming with me. Get up, come on!"
Charlie rolled her eyes, pushing off the sheets and standing up. "Woah, head rush," She grumbled, following the Doctor down the hallway.

"So what exactly are we looking for?" She asked, as he tried to remain unnoticed and look in each room that he passed.

"No idea."

"Alright... what's the plan?"

"Just... I don't know, peek in rooms and look for stuff that seems alien-ish."

They approached a window at the end of a hallway- a sign on the wall read "The Lounge". Charlie glanced in the room discreetly- the girl from earlier, Jones, Martha Jones, was talking gossip to someone on her cell phone. Nothing remotely alien.

The Doctor stood silently, staring out the window by the staircase. The rain should be going up right about now, Charlie realized. And it was.

“You might want to hold on to something,” the Doctor commented idly. She nodded, grabbing a railing as the sky outside lit up a bright blue-white, and the whole building began to shake. Shrill screams and the sound of glass breaking echoed throughout the building. And then, as quick as it started, it stopped.

“Oh, look,” The Doctor said, with a wide smile, despite the fact that the whole building was no longer on Earth, “We're on the moon.”

And indeed they were: outside the landscape was gray and lifeless, full of dips and craters and jagged cliffs. In the distance, the Earth shone like a beacon.

“We're on the moon in dressing gowns,” Charlie added with a laugh.

“Yes. Yes, we are. Actually, might want to fix that, can't run in a dressing gown. I'm going to go change into something. Don't,” he pointed an accusatory finger at Charlie, “Go anywhere.”

“I'm going to go get the clothes I had on when I came here,” she said with a frown. “I can't exactly run in a hospital gown either, you know.”

“Alright, everyone, back to bed, we've got an emergency, but we'll sort it out,” Martha said firmly, glancing over the patients and making sure everyone was accounted for.

“Got back right in time,” The Doctor muttered to Charlie out of the corner of his mouth, grabbing a folded pile of clothes off the bedside table. A blue suit.

“You can run better in a suit than a dressing gown?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well... no, but I like suits better. I'm allowed to like suits.” he retorted defensively, swishing the curtain shut around his bed, as she did the same.

“It's real. It's really real!” Martha said, amazed, her voice carrying past the curtain as Charlie tried to get the other foot through her pants leg without tripping.

“Don't!” The other doctor, who frankly, was not nearly as memoriable as Martha Jones, gasped. “You'll let out all the air!”

Oh yes, don't open the window that isn't airtight to begin with, Charlie thought to herself, pulling her t-shirt over her head. It was kind of annoying, knowing exactly what was going to happen.

“They're not exactly airtight,” Martha commented, trying to reason with the woman who clearly wasn't in a state of mind to be logical,“If the air was going to get sucked out, it would've happened already, but it didn't! So how come?”

At that moment, the Doctor pushed the baby-blue papery curtain open with a very dramatic swoosh. “Very good point. Brilliant, in fact. What was your name?”
Charlie, in the meantime, tried to push her curtain open, but it got stuck halfway and wouldn't budge. “Oops.”

“Martha.”
“And it was... Jones, wasn't it?”

Martha nodded.

“Well then, Martha Jones, the question is, how are we still breathing?” The Doctor asked, stepping forward and peering out the window.

“What are you looking for?” Charlie called from the back of the room, where she was tugging on a bulky denim jacket.

“You tell me.” The Doctor spun around to face her with a frown.

“I don't know!” She grumbled. “For the millionth time, it wasn't me!”

“Say you're telling the truth. Alright, but if it wasn't you, then... Who was it?”

Description
The skies were dreary and gray- occasionally a small, forked, flickering tongue of lightning would crackle across the sky, followed by a crash of thunder. There was no rain, yet, only angry clouds and a tense, stagnant buzz in the air, like everything was dangling precariously on the cusp of an earthquake or a tornado or a hurricane. Ominous, that was the word.

"So, what's an ordinary person doing with a piece of psychic paper, hmm?" The Doctor asked nonchalantly, after the nurses had moved out of earshot. He sat up in the cot, staring at the girl in the other bed with a tiny frown and a crease between his eyebrows. Somehow, he looked different when he was real, than when he was an old television show. It was off-putting, to say the least.

"Using it to check into hospitals, apparently," She joked, trying to sit up as well, fighting the horrible dizziness that made her world blacken at the edges, gripping the rail on the side of her bed for support. "What's a time traveler doing in a hospital bed?"

"Plasma coils around the perimeter. Thought I'd check it out, yknow. So, tell me- what're they for?"

Charlie shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine."

He stared at her, unblinking, looking like he was in some sort of trance, when he suddenly spoke (and nearly gave Charlie a heart attack)."Alright!"

The Doctor threw the sheets off and grabbed the fuzzy blue dressing gown, pulling one arm through the sleeve as he talked. "Not sure I believe you yet, but whatever the plasma coils are charging for, it's about to happen. Oh, I love a good mystery."

She watched from her cot as he tugged on the other sleeve and tied the sash around his waist, walking towards the door."Where are you going?"

"We're going looking for whatever set up the plasma coils." A crack of thunder shook the building as rain started pouring down. "Before something bad happens." He added, starting around the bend.

"We're?"

"Oh, yes. How am I supposed to know you didn't do it? You're coming with me. Get up, come on!"
Charlie rolled her eyes, pushing off the sheets and standing up. "Woah, head rush," She grumbled, following the Doctor down the hallway.

"So what exactly are we looking for?" She asked, as he tried to remain unnoticed and look in each room that he passed.

"No idea."

"Alright... what's the plan?"

"Just... I don't know, peek in rooms and look for stuff that seems alien-ish."

They approached a window at the end of a hallway- a sign on the wall read "The Lounge". Charlie glanced in the room discreetly- the girl from earlier, Jones, Martha Jones, was talking gossip to someone on her cell phone. Nothing remotely alien.

The Doctor stood silently, staring out the window by the staircase. The rain should be going up right about now, Charlie realized. And it was.

“You might want to hold on to something,” the Doctor commented idly. She nodded, grabbing a railing as the sky outside lit up a bright blue-white, and the whole building began to shake. Shrill screams and the sound of glass breaking echoed throughout the building. And then, as quick as it started, it stopped.

“Oh, look,” The Doctor said, with a wide smile, despite the fact that the whole building was no longer on Earth, “We're on the moon.”

And indeed they were: outside the landscape was gray and lifeless, full of dips and craters and jagged cliffs. In the distance, the Earth shone like a beacon.

“We're on the moon in dressing gowns,” Charlie added with a laugh.

“Yes. Yes, we are. Actually, might want to fix that, can't run in a dressing gown. I'm going to go change into something. Don't,” he pointed an accusatory finger at Charlie, “Go anywhere.”

“I'm going to go get the clothes I had on when I came here,” she said with a frown. “I can't exactly run in a hospital gown either, you know.”

“Alright, everyone, back to bed, we've got an emergency, but we'll sort it out,” Martha said firmly, glancing over the patients and making sure everyone was accounted for.

“Got back right in time,” The Doctor muttered to Charlie out of the corner of his mouth, grabbing a folded pile of clothes off the bedside table. A blue suit.

“You can run better in a suit than a dressing gown?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well... no, but I like suits better. I'm allowed to like suits.” he retorted defensively, swishing the curtain shut around his bed, as she did the same.

“It's real. It's really real!” Martha said, amazed, her voice carrying past the curtain as Charlie tried to get the other foot through her pants leg without tripping.

“Don't!” The other doctor, who frankly, was not nearly as memoriable as Martha Jones, gasped. “You'll let out all the air!”

Oh yes, don't open the window that isn't airtight to begin with, Charlie thought to herself, pulling her t-shirt over her head. It was kind of annoying, knowing exactly what was going to happen.

“They're not exactly airtight,” Martha commented, trying to reason with the woman who clearly wasn't in a state of mind to be logical,“If the air was going to get sucked out, it would've happened already, but it didn't! So how come?”

At that moment, the Doctor pushed the baby-blue papery curtain open with a very dramatic swoosh. “Very good point. Brilliant, in fact. What was your name?”
Charlie, in the meantime, tried to push her curtain open, but it got stuck halfway and wouldn't budge. “Oops.”

“Martha.”
“And it was... Jones, wasn't it?”

Martha nodded.

“Well then, Martha Jones, the question is, how are we still breathing?” The Doctor asked, stepping forward and peering out the window.

“What are you looking for?” Charlie called from the back of the room, where she was tugging on a bulky denim jacket.

“You tell me.” The Doctor spun around to face her with a frown.

“I don't know!” She grumbled. “For the millionth time, it wasn't me!”

“Say you're telling the truth. Alright, but if it wasn't you, then... Who was it?”