There was something off about today, Martha was certain. Something obtuse, difficult to pinpoint, and all the more frustrating for it. No one event had tipped her off, but rather the overall atmosphere not of the island, but of herself ( Read more... )

Never had Martha wished so much that she had built herself a hut. It had felt wrong to be so permanent, and even when the weather had been bad, she'd justified it. She had the TARDIS, after all. But now the weather reminded her too much of Russia and everything that came with it, and the festivities reminded her of what she'd left behind. She ( Read more... )

There was something decidedly wrong with Martha Jones these days. To suggest she'd been unhappy since her arrival would have been a severe understatement, but it was the events on Halloween that had really sent her reeling. She was a good girl, though, Martha. A smart girl, a strong girl, and aware enough to assuage her emotional breakdown until ( Read more... )