Leslie landed in a shower of golden sparks, and almost instantly noticed that they were in the coral TARDIS. This meant it was either the ears or the coat ruling the time vortex, they thought. What they didn't so instantly notice was that they weren't wearing shoes (they hadn't noticed this at the other TARDIS either: that was just disappointing). However, this was brought to their attention when they started walking towards the console. Metal is freezing, they decided. As soon as this thought rushed through their mind, the TARDIS gave a hum, and the floor heated.

"Thanks, Dear," Leslie muttered, and the TARDIS gave another hum in thanks.

The Doctor (coat version. Awesome) decided at that moment to pop his head around the side of the TARDIS.

"Oh. Hello, Leslie!" he said (with a noticeable Scottish burr, unlike his TV counterpart), grinning wildly. When the Doctor moved closer, Lez took a step backwards, bumping against the railing. He stopped, noticing the outfit and the reaction, and pulled a face. How could he tell by the outfit? Oh, yea - when else would I wear a suit?

"Early days, huh?" Lez nodded. Early, they thought with a scoff. Try first.

"Been convinced that it's not a dream yet?"

They frowned, "Do I need to be? I mean, 'cause I do tend to dream, like normal people do, and I noticed that while you're still in it, you can't tell if it's real or fake." Leslie screwed their mouth to the side. "I'm just going to stick with: If it's not a dream, awesome!" The Doctor grinned at this, "If it is, I'll enjoy it while it lasts.'"

"Good philosophy! That's a good word, philosophy, a brilliant word in fact, and why haven't you got any shoes?" he finished, noticing Leslie's lack of footwear.

They rolled their eyes. BBC hadn't gotten it that wrong. He has a gob in real life, too. A voice called from by the coral archway (they'd noticed that, unlike the BBC had made it, there were coral archways in the walls that most likely led to other parts in the TARDIS. They should probably stop comparing things to the BBC).

"Doctor, who are you talking to?"

Lez spun around to face the new arrival, who was slowly making her way up the stairs. They almost instantly noticed the blonde hair, and grinned. Awesome. Leslie appraised Rose's outfit. Blue jumper, black pants. They turned to face the Doctor, beaming.

"New Earth, huh? I can't wait, though we're sure to smell of apples afterwards," they asked excitedly. The future seemed like a pretty nice place to be, despite the patches of skin in the basement and the events that would occur later in time.

The Doctor grinned at their enthusiasm and Rose gasped.

"Lez?" she questioned, noticing them. "It's you! Oh, I was wondering when you were going to drop by again!" they said cheerfully, enveloping her in a hug. Lez, used to hugging people on greeting (they had awesome friends in high school), went with the flow, briefly considering adopting such a statement as their new mantra.

After retreating from the hug, Leslie commented lightly, "Well, for a first meeting, you've made an excellent impression, Rose."

The TARDIS went into an awkward silence that was broken by the Doctor clapping his hands together and rushing to the console, dancing around flipping levers, and the TARDIS shook before landing with a thud. The Doctor leaned underneath the console, reaching around for something before withdrawing with an 'aha!'. He turned to face Leslie, holding in his hands a pair of running shoes exactly their size.

"Future you left them here the last time they came - said that having extra shoes would come in handy, given the amount of times they loose them," he explained with a grin. They put them on without voicing complaint, though it was rather sad that they wouldn't be changing shoe size any time soon.

The Doctor rushed over to the doors, Lez and Rose sharing a smile before following. The Doctor flung the door, and smiled, stating, "Companions first."

Lez took Rose's arm in their own and said, "How kind of you," in a dry tone that was only softened by the wide grin on their face. They walked out of the TARDIS, closely followed by the Doctor. They found themselves gazing out over a river to a beautiful city, with cars zipping around in the air. It was stunning.

"It's the year five billion and twenty-three. We're in the galaxy M87, and this, as Leslie said, is New Earth," the Doctor said as they watched the cars in the city.

"That's- That's just-" Rose said, unable to find words.

"Amazing. Brilliant. Fantastic," Leslie suggested, grinning.

"All of those," Rose laughed, "Oh, I'll never get used to this. Never."

"Different ground beneath my feet," Leslie started (Yes, they stole Rose's line. That was what they were there for).

"Different sky," Rose completed, "What's that smell?"

Leslie grinned. "Apple grass. Pretty cool, huh?"

"Apple grass?" Rose asked.

"Apple grass," the Doctor confirmed, grinning manically.

"Oh, this is amazing," Rose smiled. "What's that city?" she asked.

"New New York," Lez and the Doctor chorused.

"Oh, come on," Rose giggled, "Really?"

"It is," Leslie insisted, "It's the city of New New York. Strictly speaking, it's the fifteenth New York since the original, so that makes it New New New, New New New, New New New, New New New, New New New New York." They counted the 'new's on their fingers, nodding when they reached fifteen. Noticing that the Doctor was pouting, they grinned. Despite the many years that had passed since Ten's Era and the episode itself, the quote was too memorable to forget.

"It's all right, Doctor," they consoled him, "The next time you prattle off information, I'll let you say the finishing joke." The Doctor stopped rolled his eyes jokingly and Leslie grinned.

"So, can we go visit New New York? So good, they named it twice?" Rose asked.

"Actually, no. We're going there," the Doctor said, pointing to a glassy building off to the side of the city with a green moon on the side.

"What is it?" Rose asked.

"It's a hospital," Leslie said.

"I received a message on my psychic paper," the Doctor explained, "Off we go! Allons y!"

Leslie massaged their cheeks, sore from the constant grin adorning their face.

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"Bit rich coming from you," Rose laughed while Leslie rolled their eyes.

"I can't help it. I don't like hospitals. They give me the creeps," The Doctor complained, as the intercom sounded in the background.

"Not exactly NHS," Rose criticised, looking around the hospital interior. It was rather metallic, and nothing like the hospitals in the 21st century. The Doctor ignored her.

"No little shop. I like the little shop," He complained. The little shops are only there to get extra funds. They serve no purpose unless they have stuffed toys. The trio started walking slowly toward the lifts.

"I'd have thought this far in the future they'd have cured everything," Rose stated curiously.

"Viruses advance faster than humans do - we may have been able to cure everything that challenges us back home ages ago, but there are still more illnesses facing us now. Especially given the extra-terrestrial contact," Leslie said, their science showing.

Rose nodded in understanding, then looked around wildly at the nurses. "They're cats," she said in disbelief.

"Now, don't stare. Look what you look like to them, all... pink and yellow," the Doctor told Rose.

"Wow, rude," Leslie said in a falsely insulted tone.

The Doctor just grinned, before saying, "I look the same as you to them, anyway."

Leslie nodded, acknowledging the statement to be true. They crinkled their nose at the hospital smell that was now overpowering the apple smell attached to their clothing. "You would think that by now the hospitals smelled less like... hospital," they said to Rose, who nodded in agreement.

"Right there." the Doctor said suddenly. "That's where I'd put the shop." He walks into the lift (Ward 26, thanks!), and Leslie paused for a moment, failing to remember what happened next.

"Let's go," Leslie said to Rose, and the latter walked into the lift with the Doctor. Just as Leslie began walking in after them, the lift closed, trapping them outside.

"Leslie!" They heard the Doctor call from inside the lift, "Are you okay? Is there another lift?"

"Yea, there is!" they assured the two, and got into the lift that had just arrived, asking for Ward 26. But the lift went down, and Leslie panicked as they found themself unable to recall what happened in the episode.

A robotic voice sounded, "Commence Stage One Disinfection", and spray shot out of the roof and walls. Leslie began washing their hair, the curls at the top of their head becoming drenched and falling into their eyes. In comparison, the hair at the sides and back (which was considerably shorter) barely retained any water at all. Such is the way of curly, frizzy hair.

After the brief shower and intense drying that left their hair resembling a fluffy brush, the doors opened to a dimly lit corridor filled with rubbish. There was a young man with patterns adorning the visible parts of his body waiting for her outside the lift. Leslie stepped out, and greeted him, in a posh voice,

"Hello, old chap. I must say, your patterns are looking absolutely vibrant today." Leslie paused as one of the words resonated through their head. "You're Chip! Okay, I know what's going on now. Lead the way," they exclaimed, bowing.

They were led down the corridor into a room. Though Leslie didn't remember anything about the episode, the small screen, playing a video of Cassandra at a dinner party when she was still beautiful, lit a memory in her mind. Leslie ignored the screen, and addressed the current Cassandra.

"Hello, Cassie," Leslie said to the sheet of skin on the rusted frame.

"Hello, freak," the skin greeted them. Leslie beamed, ignoring the part of themself that shrunk away from the comment while simultaneously twisting their stomach.

"Radiant as ever, I see. How's Chip doing? Are you feeding him right?" Leslie asked, half out of genuine concern.

"I worship the mistress," Chip told them, "She does no wrong."

"Trust me, she does quite a bit wrong. What right-minded person would do this to themself?" Leslie gestured at the trampoline-lady.

"Moisturise me, moisturise me," Cassandra sang, and Chip darted over to her, spray bottle in hand. It was rather sickening to see someone obey orders like that, especially if they had no other choice.

"How are you doing after your self-destruction?" Leslie asked her, watching in a sort of horrified fascination as Chip sprayed every centimetre of the skin.

"You mean, after Rose murdered me?" Cassandra said nastily.

"You're the one that exploded, so wwhatevver." Leslie smiled victoriously as they recalled where the skin was from. "Oh yeah! You're literally talking out of your a-"

"Ask not!" Cassandra interjected, a nasty scowl forming.

"Mistress was lucky to survive," Chip informed them, "Chip secreted m'lady into the hospital. Chip steals medicine. Helps m'lady. Soothes her, strokes her."

Leslie suppressed a shudder. Too much information, their mind stated.

"But I'm so alone, hidden down here," Cassandra told them, self-pitying, "The last human in existence."

Leslie laughed. "You did this to yourself. You want sympathy? Stop being so self centred. Now, cut to the chase, we may as well end this conversation here." They took a calming breath as energy grabbed their hands and held them stationary.

"Chip, activate the psychograft!" Cassandra demanded, and Chip flipped a lever. Light streamed down from a contraption above her head. Cassandra, of course, had a little 'Farewell, I win', message.

"The Lady's moving on. It's goodbye trampoline, and hello, human."

There was a stream of energy travelling from Cassandra to Leslie, then everything stopped and Leslie collapsed.

Chips rushes over. "Mistress?" he called frantically.

Cassie groaned, and said frantically, "Moisturise me!" before stopping. Cassie stood up, and examined her stolen body. (A.N: Cassandra in Leslie's body will be called Cassie, with female pronouns.)

"How bizarre." she commented, looking at 'her' arms: they were tanned bronze, and she had 'Piano fingers'. She tugged at a lock of hair falling down her face: it was a brown-gold, and absolutely gorgeous.

"Arms, fingers, hair!" she noticed that Chip was carrying a mirror and held out her hands, making grabby motions.

"Let me see! Let me see!" Cassie demanded. She looked at her new features. Prominent eyebrows, pretty pink lips, a faint scattering of freckles on her olive cheeks. Grey eyes with dark lashes. Messy ringlets on top of her head. Light scarring, but that gave her character.

"Oh my God! I'm tanned!"