So there i was running, running for my life. Running through the backstreets of london. Running from men with guns. Why i hear you ask ? because i had been  taping a conversation off harold saxon- primeminister himself and this is where it had landed me !
“last time i do a job for U.N.I.T.!” i  said quietly as i turned a corner losing my gun weilding pursuers. Suddenly i felt somthing push me over and i landed on the tarmac with a bump (and not to mention a sore arse). I looked up at my attacker to see that it was a rabid dog.
“oh shit!” i thought, as its dark eyes bore into me, its drool dripping from its open jaws. I shuddered. I wanted to scream but who would hear me ? i prepared for yet another regeneration (this death would not be one of my best). The dog widened its jaws moving in for the kill when from behind me came a familiar buzz . the dog yelped and ran for it. I looked around and there he was my brother, the doctor. I squeazed his hand as he helped me up, he placed his long brown coat over my shoulders and we walked arm in arm, two timelord siblings walking together, together at last.
                       Chapter 2- fugitives

So then we walked off arm in arm towards the tardis and met his latest companion and traveled off through the time vortex. Well thats what would have happened in an ideal world. In true life we didn’t, we walked instead through the back streets towards an abandoned old warehouse.
“why are we here?” i asked when we got inside.
“we’re here to meet jack and martha” he paused “ we’re kinda on the run too, so we’re in hiding for now”
“from who?”
“from harold saxon” interupted a man who took to be Jack “or the master” he spat as he spoke as if the very words were poison . (So thats who “Mr Primeminister” really is I thought.) I smiled and said “Oh what a lovely coincedence, same here, we may as well have a ‘im on the run from the master club’!”
i giggled. Jack and martha sniggered. I looked at the doctor and his face broke into a huge grin, one of them great big boyish grins. I beamed happily that i had lightened the mood. Jack thought for a moment,
“why are you on the run then?” he asked finally. I sat on a crate and put my feet up.
“well” i grimaced “i was doing a job for U.N.I.T. you know all that investigatin’ and spying stuff and i was sent to spy on the master and” i paused “i kinda got caught and then i ran into the doctor who frankly saved my life, get the picture?”
“wow action girl!” said jack in a sort of flirtacios voice “i’m impressed”
“j-a-a-k!” the doctor glared daggers at him, i knew what he was thinking.
“don’t worry bruv’” i giggled “he ain’t my type!”
a bag of chips later the doctor spoke about gallifrey, about the great citadels, the academy the shear beauty of it all , i saw in his eyes somthing was wrong, he gulped and ended his story of the time war with the shocking fact which stabbed through my two hearts, gallifrey was indeed destroyed.