"Run."

The Doctor held out her hand for me, which I took gratefully. Behind us the Cyberman base exploded, the sheer force of it almost throwing me backwards. But with the study grip of the Time Lord and a determined gaze, I followed her out of the factory complex and into the adjacent field. Most of the people we managed to warn were out here, but it was still nothing compared to the men, women and children trapped inside.

We stand as observers to the destruction of the largest factory in the UK. Estimated to employ one in four people, it was impossible to save them all once the transformations began. Especially since we're in the middle of the peak in the Industrial Revolution.

The whole trip started as a means to help me with my economic history assignment, although I'm not sure what the verdict on this event will be.

I remembered the look the Doctor gave when she realised we were facing one of her old nemesis, it was cold, hard and entirely unforgiving.

A strangled cry makes me jump. A woman in her thirties screamed at the destruction and to my horror, started running towards it.

"Doctor?" I asked but she had already jetted off after her, yelling at her to stop. My own eyes spot a young girl trailing after her, tripping over her own dress as she tried to keep up with the older lady.

Without another thought, I ran after her, pulling her away from the gate, shielding her small body with my own as a piece of debris flew above us.

Her body shook uncontrollably in my own, instantly reminding me of my baby sister. I turned her so that she was facing me and wiped her tears.

"Hey hey hey, don't cry," I whispered, her eyes darted behind me but I blocked her view. "What's your name?"

"Abigail," the girl sniffed, her voice barely a whisper. I took my jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders to keep her warm.

"What a beautiful name Abigail. I'm Safiya- wait hey look at me," I stated in the most calming voice I could manage.

Slowly I made Abigail and I switch positions so that I was facing the Doctor and the lady who still refused to listen. Keeping my attention on Abigail I racked my brain to figure out a way to distract her.

"Listen, shall I tell you a secret?" I asked, with a glint in my eye. Abigail stopped snivelling for a second and nodded, unable to resist her curiosity.

"The Doctor and I, we come from a different time. The future, more than one hundred years actually, one hundred and ten years in the future," I pursed my lips suddenly realising how far we are from home. Glancing at the young girl, I struggled to maintain my composure when I realised she still had two wars to live through.

Her eyes widened but then she shook her head disbelievingly.

"It's true! The Doctor found me one day and saved me, then she told me to run and that's all we've been doing since," I continued focusing once again on the Doctor who seemed to finally be getting through to the woman.

"Tell me about the Doctor?" Abigail mumbled, and my face instantly lighted up with a grin.

"She's the best person you'd ever meet. Kind, brave, really odd sometimes, like seriously she may need to get checked out," I said causing a small giggle to escape from the child. "But she's amazing. Travels in this blue police box through time and space. Whenever you see it, you just know everything is going to be okay," I grinned at the confused look she had on her face.

"Safiya?" The Doctor called and I gave her a wave.

"Remember it's our secret okay?"

Abigail thought about it for a moment and then nodded her head.

"Look there's someone here to see you."

I pointed behind her allowing her to turn around for the first time. Her face broke out in a grin as she ran towards her teary eyed mother. They embraced, the woman whispering in the girl's ear before offering me a grateful wave.

"Doc, Abigail, the young girl, can't we warn her mother or something," I muttered quietly knowing the answer before she opened her mouth.

"I'm sorry, we're observers that's all," she said, her eyes narrowing at the sight. It dawned on me how many times she must have done this. The weight of life and death burdened on her shoulders.

"Let's go," I mumbled and together we were both off. Although before we left completely, I asked the Doctor to take a detour, which she surprisingly obliged. We flew past the field, and whilst everyone's attention was on the burning factory, a little girl looked up and smiled at the sight of a blue police box.

Back inside the TARDIS, I took out my notepad and started jotting some ideas for the assignment.

"Can we go visit her? Abigail?" I asked peering around. The Doctor frowned for a moment before nodding pulling out a stray hair that must have fallen from the girl's head. Placing it inside a small box filled with what looked like sand, the TARDIS lit up, humming as we journeyed back to our own time zone.

I opened the door not sure what to expect, but my heart sank at the sight of a cemetery. I didn't know what I was expecting, but I furiously blink the tears away scolding myself for being so naive.

"Hey, it's okay," the Doctor consoled, putting an arm around me.

"It's not, I thought we'd be meeting her family, descendants, but we aren't so it must mean they're all dead or never existed," I continued getting more worked up. The Doctor frowned and shook her head pointing at the gravestone. In my shock, I hadn't even read the inscription.

'Abigail Smith, searching for a police box, 1898-1962'

"She survived," I chocked out, a smile forming on my lips. "Doc she survived!"

The Doctor smiled at my behaviour, but then her eyes narrowed as they focused on something in the distance. A young man stared at us curiously, his eyes darting between the TARDIS and us.

Slowly he approached us holding a small brown package.

He looked vaguely familiar, but I didn't know where I recognised him from. Dark hair, blue eyes, he had a nervous persona about him.

"Miss Safiya?" He asked me. I glanced at the Doctor confused and frowned at him.

"Who wants to know?"

"Pardon me, I'm the great great grandson of Abigail Smith," he said causing my eyes to widen. It suddenly made sense why he looked so familiar, he had the same blue eyes as the young girl I just met.

"She always spoke highly of you, said she thought of you when she got scared. You and that police box," he nodded towards the TARDIS. "She had a feeling you'd visit here, in 2018. Everyone thought she had lost it, but here you are. With the blue box!" He grinned getting more enthusiastic.

"Sorry I don't think we caught your name?" The Doctor said finding the whole situation mildly amusing.

"Oh where are my manners? I'm James Freeman," he stared holding out his hand. It was quite difficult for him considering he was still holding the box. "Hang on, wait, this is for you," he said handing it to me.

I stared at it dumbfounded, not sure what to expect. My name was written on top of it with neat handwriting, dated for 2018.

"She made us all promise we'd do this, her dying wish," James rambled but I'm barely aware of what he's saying. Instead, I focused on the package opening it slowly. Inside was my jacket, slightly worn out but still looking pretty remarkable considering I forgot it more than a hundred years ago.

"We tried to maintain it. Got lost a couple of times but don't tell nan," he continued, as I picked it up gingerly, tears welling up in my eyes. Shrugging it on, a tear fell from my eye.

The gesture was the kindest I've ever experienced, leaving me speechless. Reaching over to the rambling stranger, I give him a hug, shutting him up abruptly.

"Okay, damn, they said you were a hugger, guess I never really believed it." His continued nervous word-vomit made me smile and I leaned away feeling a lot lighter.

"Say James, you wouldn't be interested in a quick journey would you?" The Doctor asked, her head tilting towards the TARDIS. James' eyes widened even further and I snorted at his expression. I could just about picture Graham's reaction to finding another stray as he called it, but this one was special and had a long story associated with it.

"I mean, if it's not too much trouble. One trip can't hurt right?" He replied unable to keep the excitement from his voice. Smiling at him, I gestured for him to enter first, exchanging an amused look with the Doctor as he exclaimed at the size of the TARDIS.

Stuffing my hands into the pockets, I feel a small piece of crumpled paper. Pulling it out, I opened it and smiled at the message.

Thank you.