The Doctor's POV

River lays a girl on the bed in one of the TARDIS's spare rooms. It is decorated with pinks and blues, per River's request. I gently lean over and clean off the cuts on her left arm.

"What happened to her?" I ask. All she does is shrug as she helps me clean off the cuts. River is a miracle worker when It comes to these things. She has the remainder of the girl's cuts bandaged and healing before I am finished with her left arm.

"Who is she?" I ask.

River gives me a sideways glance before saying, "She's my sister."

"Really?" I ask. She nods and turns to face me completely.

"Her name is Kelsey. I need you to take her somewhere safe."

"Why me?" I ask, confused. "She's your sister!"

"And I'm entrusting her to you. Be safe, Doctor." She turns and leaves without another word.

I hear the TARDIS door slam shut and Kelsey sits up, startled. "Where's Melody." she demands.

"She had to go." I reply smoothly. I turn to leave but Kelsey's hand grabs my arm and I feel a sudden connection to her. There's something about her that makes me want to know more about her. Or maybe it's just the fact that she's gripping my wrist so tightly I'm losing circulation in my arm.

"Where am I? Who are you?" She asks.

"I'm the doctor, and you're in the TARDIS." I reply.

"Okay, where's the hidden camera. Am I being pranked?" She obviously doesn't believe I'm The Doctor.

"There's no camera, this isn't a television show, and please let go." I reply. She releases my wrist and I shake it furiously, trying to regain circulation.

"I'm sorry!" She gasps. She jumps down from the bed and hurries over to examine my wrist. I see her wince as she stands but she brushes it off.

"Turn around." I demand. She obeys and reveals a long cut along her shoulder blades, dripping with blood.

"Oh god." I whisper. I reach for an antiseptic and begin to clean off the cut on her back. She tenses visibly but allows me to continue.

"What's your name?" I ask.

"Kelsey Williams." She replies. "My sister demands I call her River Song or Melody Pond. I don't know why."

"How old are you, Kelsey?" I ask. She winces as I place a strip of bandage on her back before answering "14"

"Only 14?" I ask. "What were you doing in Ellington's prison then?"

"He took me from my family four years ago." She replies. A tear slides down her cheek and she turns to me. "An twentieth century girl surviving four years in this one. Crazy right?" She laughs.

"Believe me, I know crazy." I laugh. She sits on her bed and begins to tell me about her life and her parents.

"My mothers name is Amelia Williams." She begins. "My father is Rory Williams. I was born nine months after they ran into weeping angels in Manhattan. My mom told me the story over a million times. I've had a good life, until the angels sent me here, to Ellington's." She shudders at the mention of his name but continues. "I was given a trunk of clothes and the tortures began. He said I would get out on good behavior within two years, and I was obedient the whole time, until I decided to fight back on that last day. Beat him up pretty badly and he gave me two more years. I don't know how I even got here in the first place."

I listen carefully as Kelsey spills out everything about the tortures. Ellington preferred knives and whips to darts and acid, she tells me. Bullets fire from outside the TARDIS doors.

"What's that?" Kelsey asks me nervously. She clutches my arm in fear as I lead her through the TARDIS.

"Stay here. I'll be right back." I whisper to her. She nods and lets go of my arm. I walk up the stairs to the engine room and open the TARDIS door. A short man and four tall men await me outside.

"The Doctor, I presume?" The short man asks. I nod slowly.

"Yeah....why?"

"Hand over the girl." He snaps.

"Okay sure. I'll go get her..." I retreat to the TARDIS and lock the door.

"So! Where shall we go? Midnight?Akahten? Forest of cheem? London? Medusa Cascade?" I call. Kelsey peeks her head out from around the corner and looks at me.

"You're sure about this?" She asks, cautiously climbing the stairs.

"Sure I'm sure. Of course I'm sure." I pull on the zigzag plotter and look at her.

"London." She says. I grin and set the coordinates and look at her.

"Hold on!" I yell. She grips the stair rail. Her brown hair goes flying as the engines roar.