How Did That Get There
Who: Martha Jones and open
Where: Martha's bedroom
When: Just after her entrance
What: Martha finds things that shouldn't be there.
Martha watched Bobby Singer walk down the hallway and through a door before she turned the key to hers. She was becoming more and more alarmed as the minutes ticked by. This Singer man could see her. He wasn't UCF or Underground. He didn't know her name. He didn't know who the Master was. He said she was stuck....
But none of that could be true.
She pushed open or door and stepped inside. Looking to her right there was a wardrobe and two armchairs. In front of her was a bed. It looked quite posh. In the back left corner was a door she assumed led to the WC. And there was a desk. The desk had a laptop where she assumed the network Bobby had mentioned was. There were some other objects too. She took one step in when a small button on the desk suddenly rolled around so she could read the inscription: Hooray I'm Nine!
Martha dropped to her knees. How could the button be here? Or the diary that she could see? And that DVD... she recognized it even from this distance. It wasn't possible. None of this was possible.
Where: Martha's bedroom
When: Just after her entrance
What: Martha finds things that shouldn't be there.
Martha watched Bobby Singer walk down the hallway and through a door before she turned the key to hers. She was becoming more and more alarmed as the minutes ticked by. This Singer man could see her. He wasn't UCF or Underground. He didn't know her name. He didn't know who the Master was. He said she was stuck....
But none of that could be true.
She pushed open or door and stepped inside. Looking to her right there was a wardrobe and two armchairs. In front of her was a bed. It looked quite posh. In the back left corner was a door she assumed led to the WC. And there was a desk. The desk had a laptop where she assumed the network Bobby had mentioned was. There were some other objects too. She took one step in when a small button on the desk suddenly rolled around so she could read the inscription: Hooray I'm Nine!
Martha dropped to her knees. How could the button be here? Or the diary that she could see? And that DVD... she recognized it even from this distance. It wasn't possible. None of this was possible.