Catherine stood at the waterfront, gazing out over the Bay. She could just make out small white peaks in the water as the wind stirred it. The Golden Gate Bridge rose majestically off to the west. She hugged her arms around her middle, shivering a bit in the nighttime chill. It didn't help that her clothes were damp from walking in the rain. ( Read more... )

Catherine stepped out of the Ninth Doctor's TARDIS and set off down the street into the cold, gray, rainy Tuesday afternoon. Her hair was tucked under a knit cap, the ends poking out, and she hoisted a large umbrella over one shoulder to keep dry.

She had agreed to meet the Doctor at a shop near the medical centre. It was so unlike her to be so ( Read more... )