Who: The Rani Renee', Ron, and James When: Saturday morning Where: Renee's new 'office'. Rating: Depends on Ron's dreams
The Rani had learned one important lesson years ago. Always have a contingency plan. Using this idea, she had always been careful to keep various monies, clothing, etc from various worlds stored in her TARDIS. She never knew just where or when she might need something.
Being whisked away to Earth, despite it not being her own idea, was actually not a bad thing. She had recently acquired a special device, one directly related to dreams, and had been looking for a species to test it on.
Humans would be perfect.
Once she'd come up with her plan and lured a few people in, she set about establishing herself. Thanks to a particular mind-controlling serum she had developed some time ago, she was easily able to talk a psychiatrist into giving up her office for a few days. If asked, she would merely respond that the woman had allowed her to borrow the office for several days. Despite the fact that she was 'new', she was in a similar field, so the woman felt honored to let her use it. A name change on the plate here, a few well-placed 'documents' there, and the Rani was now Dr Renee' Sinclair, pHd, with her own practice. It was laughable, how easy it had been.
After passing along her new address to this 'Ron' boy, she sat back and waited for the time to come. The dream stealer, as she called it, was locked into a drawer, but turned on, ready to hear whatever dreams and nightmares that were revealed. She herself had also locked her money into her desk, ready to give it to Ron upon completion of their talk. Remembering his fondness for sweets, mentioned on the boards, she placed a bowl of candy on her desk.
The Rani herself dressed carefully, wearing a crisp, peach colored business suit, her dark hair left loose to soften her face. When she heard the outer door open, she stood, smoothing her skirt, and allowed a welcoming smile to slide onto her lips.