i'm dr. martha jones. who the hell are you? (itsdoctornow) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2013-09-10 00:27:00 |
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Sometimes, between traveling with the Doctor and working with Torchwood and UNIT, Martha had to wonder if maybe she'd seen too much. At least, too much in the sense that her initial reaction (upon finding herself in this new town that was definitely not where the park she'd been in just a few few minutes ago) was to question where and why. And apparently, this place, wherever the hell it was, had a welcoming committee. Which Martha had guessed was just brilliant. And it didn't make her feel the least bit better to realise these people had absolutely no idea how or when she could be back home. Which Martha had automatically realized meant her mum was going to think something absolutely horrible had happened to her, didn't it? The very idea of sending her mother into a panic did not sit well with Martha, but until she found out how to get back, she had to settle it. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad, or she wouldn't be gone too long, or something like that. Her thoughts on this new problem of hers were deep enough to carry her into the lift and to what she was marginally sure was the right floor for the space she'd been assigned. They've got places for people to stay ready, she thought to herself with a shake of her head as the doors to the lift opened and she stepped off. Finding the right room was easy and she used the key to let herself in. She wondered briefly, for a moment as she closed the door behind her if she was to have a flatmate, or a roommate or anything like that. And if it would be some stranger or someone she knew. Deciding to check on that front, she called out, "Hello?" |