Chapter Three:

"N-No... I don't... I don't want... to sleep..." I mumbled, barely being able to make out my words, "I... Get nightmares... Sleeping... Scary..." 

"You need to rest. I'll help you," he said, I felt his fingers pressed again my temples, and a second later, my mind shut down and everything went black. 

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Augusta's POV 

I was strapped to the cold metal table, with a overhanging light shining at my face. Beside we were endless racks of medical supplies and multicolored chemicals. The room smelled sharply of alcohols and chemicals, which burned through my nostrils. I wanted to call out, and scream even, but my mouth was gagged tightly. 

A few dark figures began to appear in the room, making me gasp. I struggled against the bonds on my hands and arms, but it didn't do anything except make my wrists sore. 

Tears began to form in my eyes, "Please, no!" I begged, but it was muffled by the gag. Then one of them pulled out a shiny syringe, which seemed to shine under the light. 

"No. No! Please, stop!" I tried to beg, but they didn't stop. Then I heard their laughter. The mocking, cruel, horrible laughing, that rang throughout the air, and flooded through my ears. Make it stop. Please. Make it stop, I thought, but it didn't seem to end any time soon.

They filled the syringe with some green substance, and held it out to my arm. Sharp, toothy grins shined on their dark faces. Time seemed to slow down as they held out the syringe to my bare arm, I stared at the sharp needle fearfully. 

They plunged it into my skin, and I screamed loudly as they poured the substance into my bloodstream. Their laughter rose above my screams of terror, and echoed throughout the room. 

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My eyes snapped open to see a dark figure leaning down in my face, their arm reaching out to touch me. My eyes widened, and I screamed, trying to move away from them as I possible could. I fell off whatever I was on, which was most likely a bed, and move as far away as I could. The lights switched on, revealing the Medical Bay setting from earlier. The Doctor was standing at the bed, staring at me.

"Augusta! Augusta, calm down!" The Doctor said calmly.

"Leave me alone! No more shots!" I cried, sitting in the corner of the room. "No more shots, please!" 

"Augusta, it's fine, I'm not going to give you a shot," the Doctor said in a calm voice. He moved over to where I was and reached out a hand to touch me, but I screamed again. 

"NO! NO MORE!!" I yelled. Tears streaming down my cheeks. "No more. Please," I croaked. 

I heard the door swing open, "Doctor, what's going on?" Rose's groggy voice said. 

"No more..." I whimpered. The Doctor moved and swatted down in front of me. 

"Augusta, everything is going to be fine, you just need to calm down, okay?" His voice sounded so sympathetic and calming, that it made me stop crying and look up at him. "There you go, see happy." He made a silly face making me smile weakly. "You mind telling me what's wrong?" My face fell and when he reminded me of the dream. "Okay, don't tell me. How 'bout we just talk instead, yeah? What's your favorite color?" 

I sniffed, "I dunno. I don't really have a favorite color..." 

He frowned and sat beside me, "What? Don't have a favorite color? We can fix that easily. There's this one planet that's just full of flowers and plants of all different colors! It's so beautiful!" I didn't notice Rose walking out of the room, with a smile on her face.

"Really?" I asked, and he nodded. 

"Yeah, it's amazing," he smiled at me softly. "We'll have to go see it someday. Okay, how about your favorite book?" 

I frowned and looked at the ground again. "What's wrong?" 

"I... Can't... Read," I whispered embarrassedly. 

"You can't read?" He repeated with a small frown. 

I didn't answer, I just looked at the ground. "Oi, it's alright. I'll teach you how to read. It's easy!" He grinned contagiously making me smile softly. "Something else. What do you like doing for fun?" 

"I like to... Build things," he looked at me interesting. 

"What kind of things?" 

"Just little toys. The latest thing I was working on was a shrink ray. I was almost done..." 

The Doctor stared at me intently. "You were going to build... A compression gun?" 

"'Compression gun'? What's a compression gun? I was building a 'shrink ray'. It didn't work, though. It... Broke. It was stupid anyway, it's not like I could've actually build a shrink ray." 

"That's not stupid. That's fantastic! You're just fourteen-years old, and you almost succeeded in building a comp-- a shrink ray without any prior knowledge of it! That's amazing, you're brilliant Augusta!" 

"I'm not brilliant," I mumbled. "It was just a toy, and it wasn't going to work properly anyway..." 

He gave me a stern look, "Don't say that. Who told you that you weren't brilliant?" 

"Nobody told me I was brilliant," I muttered. 

"Augusta, you just may be one of the smartest, most talented human I've ever met," he said, I looked at him wide-eyed. 

"You don't mean that," I frowned, there were a bunch of other companions that he met that were much better than I was, like Donna or Rose. I was nothing compared them. 

"I do mean it. And if nobody has told you this before then I'm glad that I was the first; Augusta you are fantastic," he gave me a big smile, making me smile sheepishly. 

"Thank you... Thank you Doctor," I gave him a small smile, making him grin. 

"C'mon, I'm not going to bed anytime soon, let's go eat something," he slapped my knee lightly and got up. He held out his hand for me to get up, but I got up on my own. He led the way to the TARDIS' kitchen. It was huge, it had a big stove, a counter with tall chairs to sit in. There were cabinets lined against the walls high up and some cooking supplies hung from the ceiling.

When we arrived, he went straight to the fridge, which was super big. "Okay, what would you like? I can make eggs, pancakes, cereal, more eggs, and pancakes." 

"Uh... What are 'panscakes'?" I asked, confusedly. I never heard of that before, although I hadn't heard of a lot of things, panscakes were new. 

The Doctor spun around so fast, I swear he would've gotten whiplash. "You don't know what pancakes are?! Pancakes is a human food, and one of my favorites. It's so simple and easy to make, it's just like one of those apes to create such a thing!" He began to pull things out of the cabinet and fridge. "We're having pancakes!" 

I slid into one of the counter-seats. "Okay. Pancakes. Whatever those are..." I watched carefully as he began to mix throw things in a big mixing pot and stirring it all together.

"Do you wanna help?" He asked, as he put more powdery stuff in the concoction. 

"Uh..." I didn't know whether to tell him about my... Problem with cooking or just say no.

"It's not hard," he persuaded, "All I want you to do is mix it." 

"Okay..." I said, reluctantly jumping off my chair and heading towards him.

"First, go wash your hands," he instructed. "You can't wear your gloves, they're dirty." 

"Uh... I can't take off my gloves..." I said in a quiet voice, staring at the black-and-white tiling on the ground. 

"C'mon, its not that hard. Just take off your gloves so you can wash your hands," he said, still mixing the ingredients. 

"I... No, I can't," I said. 

"Why can't you?" He asked. 

I didn't answer. He sighed, "It's okay, you don't have to take them off. Let's just keep talking. Do you have any siblings?" 

I frowned, "'Siblings'?" 

"Yeah, siblings, you know, brothers or sisters." 

"Oh! Uh, no. I don't have any brothers or sisters... " 

"Okay. Then what are you parents like? Are they nice? Strict? Silly?" He ratted off. 

"Um... Mr. and Mrs. Johnson were kind of... Strict, you could say... They would leave all day and leave me chores to do, but I always finished them. In my spare time, I would watch Doctor Who -- the TV show I kept talking about -- and build things. I used to cook things, but I'd usually burn or freeze them, which would get me punished and--" 

"Augusta," the Doctor interrupted, making me look up at him. His face was stony serious and his crystal blue eyes didn't sparkle anymore, they seemed to be staring into my soul. 

"Y-Yes?" I stammered, afraid of what he was going to do to me. Maybe I said too much, maybe this whole 'Doctor Who' experience had been planned by the Johnsons, and they were just testing me! Maybe he was actually one of them, and needed information on the Johnsons. What if he brought me back to them!? I gasped in horror at the possibilities, and instinctively took a step away from him. 

He noticied my movement, and frowned, "I'm not going to hurt you Augusta," he said, but something told me that if he was going to hurt me, that was the first thing he would say. "Augusta, please. I promise to never hurt you. Ever." 

I didn't believe a word he said, I just kept backing away, like a scared animal from a predator. He dropped the cooking stuff, and walked towards me slowly, which I answered by taking a step back in return. 

"Augusta, you have to trust me. I promise to never, ever hurt you," he said calmly. I narrowed my eyes, his blue eyes that scared me were no longer scary. More like desperate. He needed me, he wanted me desperately. I dully wondered how much they paid him to get me to them. 

"No," I said. "I'm not going back to them. I'm never going back!" 

"And I promise that I never will take you to them," he replied. 

"You're lying!" I spat angrily. "And here I thought that this was all real. That I had actually been on the TARDIS and made a friend, but I guess not. This could never be real. I was too naïve to notice it. Well guess what? I'm not going back to them. I'll never, ever go back! You can't make me!!" I turned around and began to run, I felt the Doc-- no, Christopher Eccleston, whoever he was, grab the end of my glove, and pulling it clean off. 

I didn't have time to respond, I just ran, holding my bare hand close to my chest. I fled down the seemingly endless hallways aimlessly. 

I looked behind me to see if he was chasing me, and luckily finding nobody. I sighed in relief, and kept running, until I bumped into something and fell to the ground. "Wha's going on? Why are you runnin'?" Rose's voice asked. I looked up to see Rose standing in front if me. She seemed to still be in her pajamas, and rubbing her eye groggily. 

What if she was part of them to!? I thought irrationally. I picked myself up, and ran again, before Rose -- or Billie, I don't know -- and raced down the hallway. 

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Doctor's POV

He watched as she ran like an army of daleks were chasing her, holding her glove in his hand. She had described what her 'parents' were like, and he wanted to ask if she was adopted, which would explain why she called them, 'Mr. and Mrs.' instead of 'Mum and Dad.'

He sighed and rubbed the glove with his hand. He would have to make pancakes later. Right now, he needed to find her. 

He began to head over to the console room, meeting Rose on the way, who looked like she had just rolled out of bed. "Doctor, there you are!" She said. "What's going on? Why's Augusta so.. . Jumpy?" 

"You saw Augusta?" He asked, as they went over to the console room. 

"Yeah, I bumped into 'er a minute ago," she rubbed her eye. "But she jus' looked at me an' ran. She seemed... Scared," a frown formed on her face. 

He ran a hand through his hair. "She's confused. She thinks that I'm going to hurt her, or something, and she ran." He hurried over the the console and began to type quickly on the computer. "I can go through the system and scan it for any other human life forms. It should pinpoint Augusta's location, and we can talk to her." 

"Is she going to be alright?" Rose asked, her voice evidently held worry and concern for the child. 

He gave her a small smile, "Of course she'll be okay. She's just confused." He turned back to the computer, and scanned over his results. A grin spread out on his face. "Found her!" 

She was in the pool room and wasn't moving. He manually closed and locked the door, so she wouldn't start running again. "Where is she?" Rose asked, looking over his shoulder. 

"Pool," he answered, and began typing again. "And we're going to send her a little message."

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Augusta's POV

I sat against the wall of the room I found. I was certain they wouldn't be able to find me in here. I was hiding in some room with a large rectangular swimming pool, that had little blue and white balls bobbing on the top of the water. 

My eyes were puffy from crying. I couldn't believe that I played right into their hands again. I thought that I had actually made a friend, someone who would actually help me, but I was wrong. From everything that has happened to me, I can't believe that I had actually thought I would actually made a friend. He said I was brilliant. A humorless laugh escaped my lips, he lied. Of course I wasn't 'brilliant', why would I even think I was brilliant. This was all my fault, I shouldn't have been so naïve. I shouldn't have trusted him, I was better off on my own. 

The sound of the door closing broke me away from my thought. I quickly stood up, and ran over to the door, that had slammed shut. What's going on? Why had the door closed? Had they planned to lock me in here?! 

I banged on the door with my fist. I didn't want to be locked in here. "Let me out! Let me out!!" I yelled, but the door didn't budge. 

I was trapped, I thought in realization. They finally got me and I was trapped again. They were going to take me away and-- 

"Augusta!" A scratchy voice said behind me. I whipped my head around to see the Doctor -- I didn't know what else to call him -- and Rose. I jumped back, and pressed my back against the door. How had they gotten in here?! The door was closed wasn't it!? 

"It's just a hologram," the Doctor said, reading my thoughts. 

I frowned. "What do you want? Why did you lock me in here?" My voice was icy cold and serious. 

"We aren't going to hurt you," the Doctor said. "We needed to make sure you didn't run again so we could find you." The hologram glitches and shuddered. 

"I don't want to talk to you right now," I mumbled, walking away from the holographic image, leaving it to talk to where I was. 

"I meant it when I said you were brilliant," he continued. "I didn't lie to you; I would never lie to you. I know you're confused right now, but I promise you, we would never dream of hurting you." 

The hologram glitched and faded out, leaving me in silence. Had he really meant that? Maybe he wasn't working for them... Maybe I had just been overreacting this whole time... 

I sat on the edge of the pool, and kicked my legs in the water, not caring if my feet got wet. Maybe I should just listen to him. The only reason I was so on edge was because of my dream anyway. After all, it was just a dream. Just the other day in Rome, I said that I trusted him with my life, but now I was running from him. 

But I didn't know who to trust though. Doctor or Christopher Eccleston, he was still a stranger. In the show, the Doctor is perceived by a kind man, who gives second chances (usually), and doesn't hurt or kill unless he is forced to. If he sees me as dangerous, will he kill me? 

Christopher Eccleston is a total stranger to me, I didn't know anything about him. All I knew is that he played the Doctor. He could be secretly working for them, and I would never know. 

Either way, they were both total strangers, who I didn't know anything about. I sighed, taking my feet out of the water, and touching it with my bare hand, watching it crystallize around it. Maybe I should just trust him. He had helped me when I was hurt, and then he saved me from the lion and the Angels. He also made me smile after a nightmare. Maybe he wasn't a bad person... 

The sound of the door opening behind me, made me jump. "AUGUSTA! You're okay!" The Doctor exclaimed. 

"Wh-What do you want? Why are you here?!" I asked, more shocked than angry. I should've hidden when that hologram appeared, I should've known that he would've came to get me. 

"We came to get you," Rose said a small smile on her face. "We were worried about you." 

"'Worried,'" I echoed. "Why would you be worried about me?" 

"'Cos we care 'bout you, silly." I was taken back by her words. She cared about me? Why would she care about me? She barely knew me. She had only known me for, what, a day or two(it was kind of hard to keep track of time on the TARDIS, and I was sleeping for who knows how long). 

"Why would you care about me? You don't even know me," I scoffed lightly. 

Rose scratched the back of her neck, "Well, your just... Likeable, that's why. You're nice." 

I frowned and crossed my arms over my chest, "I'm 'likeable'?" I never heard that word before; likeable. I'm able to be liked? That's a weird word. 

"Yeah," she nodded, still keeping that smile on her face. 

"C'mon Augusta, we can still go make pancakes if you want," the Doctor suggested. 

My mind trailed to the pancakes that the Doctor was making earlier. That big blob of... Gunk. My nose scrunched up in disgust, "I don't think I want any... Pancakes," I shook my head. 

"So you'll come back?" The Doctor asked. 

I frowned. Would I come back? Maybe they really meant what they said, and maybe they really did... Care about me. 

But what if they hurt you, a small part of me reminded, making me internally scowl. I was right, what of they tried to bring me back to them, I barely escaped the last time. If I go back then I probably wouldn't be able to escape again. 

But they really seemed to care for me, and I never heard someone say that before. Maybe I want to risk getting hurt, and being caught again. In the end, I just wanted to feel... Cared, like Rose said. I wanted a chance for someone to care about me before finding out how I was a monster. I wanted to be happy, just once, and this might be my only chance in doing so. 

I took a deep breath, and nodded. "... Yes," I nodded, making him grin, "But, you have to promise to never hurt me, or bringing me back." 

"Yes, of course. I would never dream of hurting you, ever," the Doctor said. "Now let's go make pancakes." 

"Pancakes?" Rose asked, very confused. "Why pancakes?"

"'Cause pancakes are fun!" He grinned lopsidedly and went to grab my gloveless arm. Instinctively, I moved back, but quickly regretted it, because I was still on the edge of the pool. 

My eyes widened, as I felt my body drop, into the water. I opened my mouth to scream, but only found my mouth full of water. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see, I didn't know what to do. I was scared. 

Black spots began to dance on my vision as I sunk further and further to the bottom. I began to choke on the water that filled my lungs, I didn't know what to do, I didn't know how to move. 

Suddenly, strong arms began to wrap themselves around my waist and pull me back up. When we reached the surface, I gasped the air greedily. I was pulled back to the side, I began coughing loudly. 

"Augusta, are you alright?!" Rose asked as I was placed on the side of the pool. I kept coughing, and my throat began to feel sore. 

"Why did you jump in the pool!?" The Doctor asked, I saw that he was drenched too. "And why was the pool so cold? It not supposed to be cold."

"I'm... Sorry..." I said between hacks. I didn't understand. 

I heard the Doctor sigh, "Don't be sorry. It was an accident. As long as your safe." 

My coughing began to slow down, but my throat felt sore. "Are you cold?" Rose asked, "Do you need a towel?" 

I began to sit up, my big curly hair fell in my face limply, and completely covered my eyes. My clothes were soaked and I was still missing a glove. 

"My glove," I said, holding out my hand to the Doctor. "I need my glove." 

"Oh right," he put his hand in his pocket(my eyes widened when he went down to at least his elbow) and pulled out my black glove. "Here you go, mint condition," he grinned. 

I sighed in relief-- only to earn a light cough -- and took my glove, and putting it on my bare hand. "Thank you..." I said quietly, but cleared my throat. "Thank you so much." 

I felt much safer with my glove on. "Now, lets go make pancakes!" The Doctor cheered, making Rose laugh, and we exited the room. 

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We were all in the kitchen, smiling and laughing and making pancakes. The Doctor was flipping pancakes and telling us all sorts of adventures he went on, while Rose and I sat at the table listening and laughing.

"Pancakes are done," he announced, putting the food on plates, and placing them in front of us, along with butter, a can of something, and a bottle of brown liquids. "Enjoy," he winked, making Rose smile. 

Rose began to cut her pancakes and pour the stuff on them, while I just looked at mine. The pancakes were no longer blob-ish, they were a crisp brown that was lighter around the sides. The Doctor had given me three pancakes and stacked them on top of each other. 

I picked up the end, and looked under the pancake curiously. The bottom of it was a really light brown, almost white, covered with hundreds of little crater like circles. 

After thoroughly examining the bottom, I began to try to eat it. I picked up the pancake, like it was a sandwich, and took a bite out of it. It tasted plain, like a slice of bread. I didn't like it much. 

When I heard Rose giggling, I dropped pancake. "What?" I asked, confused at what she was laughing at. 

"That's not how you eat it," she laughed. 

I frowned, "Then how do you eat it?" 

"Like this," she motioned to her plate, where the pancakes were cut up in triangles and submerged in the brown substance, that was topped with white foam. 

"What's that?" I asked, pointing to the brown stuff. 

"'S syrup," she answered. 

"And that?" Pointing to white foam. 

"Whipped cream," she answered, picking up the can. "Here, open your mouth," I looked at her suspiciously, keeping my mouth closed. She rolled her eyes, "Trust me, it's good."

I looked at her for a second, but sighed and opened my mouth like she said. She pushed a button and a second later, the white foam shot out of the spout-thing, and into my mouth. I jumped, making it spill on my shirt, and closed my mouth, making it go all over my face. Rose fell into a fit of laughter, and set the can back down.

"What was that?!" I half-yelled, trying to wipe off the foam. 

"It's whipped cream!" She insisted, between laughter. 

"What are you two doing?" The Doctor asked, sitting down with his own -- large -- stack of pancakes. "Why are you covered in whipped cream...?" 

"She sprayed foam in my face!" I frowned, trying to get I off, ruining my gloves in the process. 

The Doctor looked at Rose, who rose her hands in defense. "I didn't mean to pour it all over her, honest," she defended. "She jus' freaked out an' it went everywhere!" She turned back to me. "Just try it, Augusta." 

I looked at her oddly, but licked my glove that held a lot most of the foam. It tasted sweet-ish and fluffy. "Why does it taste so... Fluffy?" I asked, licking my glove clean. 

The Doctor chuckled, and handed me a napkin. "It's just what they put in it, to make it taste light and melt quickly," he answered, as I sat down and wiped off my face, and licking it off the napkin. 

"Don't eat the napkin," Rose laughed and added, "You're not a goat!" 

I ruffled my eyebrows, "Goat? What's a goat?" 

"It's... Well, it's a goat. Ya know, short, white, has horns on their heads," I cocked my head to the side, and looked at her confusedly. "It's... Ugh, Doctor, can you please help explain this." 

She looked over to the Doctor for help, but he was engrossed in his pancakes, the stack was at least gone by half by now. He looked up at us, wide-eyed and mid chew. He swallowed, "Sorry, what?" 

Rose face palmed. "Nevermind, forget I said anything about goats." I shrugged and went back to eating my pancakes like a sandwich.

The Doctor looked up at me, "Why're you eating it with your hands?" 

"Why are you eating it with a stabber?" I countered. 

"'Stabber'?" He asked. I held up the stabber and showed him. He frowned, "Augusta, that's called a fork." 

"Same thing," I huffed, finishing off my pancakes. The Doctor opened his mouth to say something, but stopped himself and kept eating. 

I picked up my dishes and got up from the table, and placed them in the dishwasher, along with everything else the Doctor used.

Soon, Rose placed hers in the sdiswasher too. "So, where do you want to go next?" The Doctor asked, still eating. "We can go to a different planet or--" 

"Where have you taken Rose?" I interrupted. I didn't want my presence being here effect their timelines. Certain things were supposed to happen, and if they didn't then I don't know what would happen to us, or the Earth. What if the Doctor doesn't save Earth and everyone dies? 

I was probably being irrational, but it was still something to consider. 

"We went to go see the sun explode last. That was before you were here," Rose said. 

So the next episode would be 'The Unquiet Dead'. "It is Rose's turn," I said, nudging her. Hopefully, she decided to go to the past so we can get the show back on track. 

The Doctor looked at Rose, expectantly. "Well, we went in the future first, then we went to Rome. Where do you wanna go? Past again?" 

"Sure, past sounds great," she nodded. The Doctor stood up, and brought his empty plate over and placed it in the dishwasher, and I started it. 

"Past it is," he confirmed. "Augusta, you should probably find a change of clothes," he looked down at my stained sweatshirt and dirty gloves. 

"Okay. Where do I...?" I trailed off. I didn't exactly have a closet to get clothes from. 

"There's a wardrobe down the hall. First left, second right, third on the left, go straight ahead, under the stairs, past the bins, it's the fifth door on your left," he said quickly. "Rose and I'll drive the TARDIS and wait for you." 

"Okay. I'll meet you guys back in the console room then," I gave them a small smile, and began to head out of the kitchen. 

"Hurry back," Rose called as I left the room, "And try not to get lost!" 

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After getting lost a few times, and taking a couple wrong turns, I finally made it to the wardrobe -- that was labeled wardrobe on the door. 

I pushed the hand-thing on the door, opening it. When I saw the inside, I was shocked. There room seemed to be endless, and filled with clothes all sorts of colors. There was a large spiral staircase in the middle that led to even more floor levels. 

"Woah... This is..." I couldn't even think of a word to describe it. 

After having a second to get over my awe of the room. I began to walk around. We were going into the 1869, and I didn't want a repeat of last time, with the kid thinking I was a slave. 

"Something 1869-y. What did they wear in 1869?" I spoke aloud to myself, and began to roam the racks of clothes. 

Something in the corner of my eye lit up, making me turn my head. In the distance, there was a dress that was a big violet-purple. I walked over to it to see the violet purple dress that had a big bow in the back, laced with black around the edges. Beside it was black flats, and a purple hat with the same lacy black. 

The dress itself was huge, and looked like it could fit two people, but it kind of gave me think it looked 'old-timey' though. 

For a second, I wondered why this was lit up, but then I remembered when the Doctor said that the TARDIS 'gets in your head' thing. "You picked this out for me?" I asked the TARDIS. 

A soft hum was the response, which is what I assumed how the TARDIS communicated, "Thank you," I smiled softly, earning another hum. 

I grabbed the clothes, "Now for a place to change..." I muttered, and the staircase lit up, hinting for me to walk up them. 

"Okay then, staircase it is," I nodded, and walked over, thanking the TARDIS, once again, for her convenience. 

I trudged up the staircase, for another two floors -- which for some reason didn't seem to take too long -- until I found a floor filled with little stalls, which is what I assumed was where you changed into. 

Going into the nearest stall, I began to take off my sweatshirt, and clothes, and slipped on the dress. As soon as I pulled up the dress, the room began shaking and moving, which is what I expected the TARDIS to be flying. 

I was jostled to the ground, holding on to whatever I could for dead life. After a few minutes, the intense rumbling slowed to a stop, signaling our arrival. I sighed heavily, and began to finish pulling up the dress and putting it on. 

Once it was on, I found a few strings in the back of the dress, that I didn't know where it went to. Also, the dress wouldn't stay up either. I fumbled with the strings for probably a full ten minutes before giving up completely. 

Stupid dress, I thought bitterly, find. Didn't want to tie, then I wouldn't wear it. I heard the downstairs door slide open, and close shut which assumed was Rose. 

"Augusta?" Rose's voices echoed off the walls, confirming my thoughts. "Where are you?" 

"Third floor," I answered, picking up my dress and clothes. "Can you help me with my dress? It's broken." 

"Yeah, lemme get my stuff first," she answered. I heard her footsteps walk around. She was probably examining the expansive closet like I had. 

I sat down on the floor, impatiently tapping my fingers, waiting for her. Finally, I had heard her footsteps on the staircase, coming up to where I was. 

"I'm on level three, where are you?" She asked, and I walked out of the stall, and over to her. She had the dress she wore in the Unquiet Dead episode folded in her arms. When she saw me, she set it down on a table -- that I didn't notice before -- and walked over to me.

"What do you need help with?" She asked. 

"The dress," I pulled on the strings in the back. "It's broken, it won't stay up."

She frowned for a second, and moved behind me, I felt her fingers touch the strings. "Oh. It's a corset. No wonder," she said to herself, and cleared her throat. "Okay, I'm going to fix your dress, but its gonna hurt a bit, is that okay?" 

"Uh... What do you mean..." I was confused, how could a dress hurt? 

"Just, get ready, okay," she seemed a bit nervous, which was making me nervous. 

"O-Okay..." 

I felt her yank on the strings, and I gasped. My stomach felt like it was being squeezed until I was going to explode. I cried out in pain, she dropped the strings, making it loose again. 

I breathed heavily, what was that?! Why did it feel like that?! "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you that much!" Rose apologized frantically. 

Was this how they wore dresses back then? I sighed, if I wanted to come, then we would have to blend in right? I stood up straight, and took a deep breath. "Rose, try again, I'm sorry I stopped you last time." 

Rose looked at me oddly, but nodded know agreement, "Okay, then. I'm going to try again." 

Rose's hands found the strings again, and she pulled, I bit my lip, trying not to yell again. This was going to be a long night...

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Doctor's POV

He was tinkering the TARDIS when he heard two pairs if footsteps echo on the metal flooring. He poked his head out of the metal panels to see Augusta and Rose, Augusta standing shyly behind Rose, looking at the ground and playing with her gloves. Both of them were wearing dresses, although Augusta's was much bigger. 

Augusta wore a violet dress with black lacing and many layers. Her black gloves were covering her arms up to her elbow. Her lips were glossed lightly, and her eyes were darkened around edges. On her head was a purple hat, that matched her dress. A small smile was on her face, although it looked a bit forced. 

Rose wore a much different dress, that was red and black, with a black and red dress, with a black shawl around her shoulders, and black shoes. They both looked stunning. 

"Blimey," he chuckled. 

"Don't laugh," Rose warned, with a laugh. 

"You look beautiful! ... Considering..." He trailed off. 

"Considering what?" Rose asked, crossing her hands over her chest. 

"That you're a human," he finished. 

Rose rolled her eyes, "I'll think of that as a compliment. Augusta, c'mon show 'im your pretty dress!" Rose said, encouraging Augusta out from behind her. 

"Your both look fantastic," he complimented, making Rose blush lightly. 

"I feel weird," Augusta mumbled, "The dress is really tight and I feel like my face is caked. It's itchy..." 

"It's makeup," Rose sighed, "And you look great." 

The Doctor clapped his hands loudly, "Now, lets go to see 1860!" 

"Aren't you going to get changed?" Rose asked, pointing out his outfit. 

"I changed my jumper and jacket, now lets go!" He grinned. 

"You stay there! You've done this before. This is mine," Rose raced over to the doors, excitedly. Augusta went to go stand by him, with a small smile on his face. 

"You ready for this?" He asked, and Rose nodded eagerly. "Here we go. History!"