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"Where are we heading to exactly?" Alice inquired, keeping in stride with him, seeing they were almost equal in height but maybe just a few inches less.

He paused in his tracks, and so did she, with a look of uncertainty written upon the Doctor's features, "I...I do not have a clue."

She stared back at him with disbelief, "So now what? Will we walk about this hospital all day until something strange happens?"

"No, we're not going to do that!" the Time Lord scoffed. Then, wiping the disbelieving expression off the young woman's face and replaced by a more pointed one that read, 'Come on, I'm not that stupid. Because it's what we're currently doing.'

He seemed to have gotten off her look straight away.

Dropping his shoulders in defeat and letting out a heavy sigh, "Okay, you're right because that's what we're doing," the Doctor straightened up and began to walk away, Alice not far behind, throwing her hands up in frustration.

"Well, isn't this fan..." At that moment, Alice stopped talking as something strange caught her eye about the rain pelting against the window panes, "Uh, Doctor, isn't rain supposed to fall down and not up."

He stands beside the young woman, and they gaze out as the rain travels up the windows. But all the Doctor could do was smile at her.

"See Ally? I told you it was the right plan."

"You never said anything about that."

"Of course I did," he offered with a slight sniff, "Just not long ago."

"No," Alice pondered before shaking her head in disagreement and wagging a finger at him, "I'm sorry, Doctor, but that wasn't even a plan! I also find it ironic that something weird happens after I mention it. Because, let's face it, neither of us knew the plan would work, and there wasn't even a plan in the first place that would work. So now what genius?" she folded her arms and glared at him.

"But I..." he went to object but couldn't be asked and rolled his eyes in disbelief, "Ugh, I... Allons'y!" He grabbed the redhead's hand and dragged her back in the direction they had just been. As they started running, the entire building shook violently. Alice was thankful for not having tripped up once because she was wearing trainers that day. But the impact had knocked them to the floor, followed by blinding white light beaming through the windows, and afterwards, the shaking had ceased.

"Are you okay, Alice?" The Time Lord quickly asked, helping her up.

"Fine, thanks," she brushed herself down and straightened out her coat and was suddenly caught short by what her eyes saw out the window, "Well, we're certainly not in London anymore, that's for sure."

The Doctor looked at Alice puzzled, wondering if the young woman had hit her head when falling only to follow her line of sight to the window, discovering they were gazing back at the moon's surface.

"Shame we can't click your trainers together to get us back to Earth," the Doctor muttered before once again taking hold of Alice's hand and tugging her along down the corridor. They find themselves returning to the ward the Time Lord had been on a while ago, people running around screaming in utter panic.

At that moment, Martha had entered, trying to calm and reassure people, "All right, everyone back to bed. We've got an emergency, but we'll sort it out."

Alice watched on, impressed by her flatmate's reaction to the situation. Martha is taking the situation. Suddenly, the Doctor pulled her backwards. Before she even had a chance to retaliate, just as the curtain was drawn around his bed and without so much as a warning, he began taking off his pyjamas.

"Oh, for Christ's sake, Doctor!" the redhead quickly turned back to him and covered her eyes, "Warn a girl before stripping down to just your birthday suit!" She finished voicing with disdain. He cleared his throat from behind her, and she turned back to face him, peering through her fingers, seeing him adorned in a new blue pinstriped suit. Dropping her hands away from her face and awkwardly clearing her throat, Alice asked whilst gesturing to his new attire, "New suit?"

"Yep," he responded, popping the 'p' at the end like usual, straightening out his maroon floral tie, "Thought I'd try something new."

"It's nice blue suits, you," Alice complimented with a genuine smile because she meant the suit did look perfect on him.

He was about to say something to her when Martha's voice cut him off, "But they're not exactly airtight. If the air were going to get sucked out, it would have happened immediately, but it didn't. So how come?"

In response, the Doctor exclaimed, pulling aside the bed curtain, "Excellent point!"

"Ally! Where have you been?!" Martha asked with surprise but simultaneously somewhat relieved she was okay.

"Well, certainly not sleeping with him," Alice implied with a scoff, gesturing towards him, not wanting Martha to get the wrong idea when finding two people behind a curtain with a bed.

Martha raised a suspicious eyebrow at her flatmate, finding it hard to believe. The Doctor, who had gone bright red and speechless but quickly got himself into check afterwards, "Brilliant, in fact!" his voice coming out as a little high pitched, but his exterior showed confidence only for the young redhead to roll her eyes and shake her head in annoyance, "What was your name?"

"This is Martha. We share a flat," Alice introduced the Doctor to her friend, nodding in her direction.

"Alright, and Jones, was it?" Martha nodded in response before the Doctor wandered towards the window with the two women standing on either side of him, "Well then, Martha Jones, the question is, how are we still breathing?"

"We can't be!" Swales cried from beside them. Alice internally rolled her eyes, thinking the woman was being a little overdramatic, but gave her colleague a reaffirming but comforting pat on the shoulder.

The Doctor said insensitively, "Obviously, we are, so don't waste my time."

Receiving a hard slap on the shoulder from Alice, who was still using her other to comfort Swales, earning her an aggravated glare from him as he rubbed the spot where she hit him, "What?! You were rude!" She scolded before glancing back at Swales, "Don't mind him. I like to keep him in line."

But the Time Lord pretended to ignore her and turned to the other young woman, "Martha, what have we got? Is there a balcony on this floor, a veranda, or...?"

"By the patients' lounge, yeah," Martha nods.

"Fancy going out?"

Alice noticed that her flatmate didn't even hesitate with her response, "Okay."

The Doctor cautioned her earnestly, "We might die."

"We might not."

"Come on, Martha," Alice takes hold of her flatmate's hand with a slight grin. This left Martha instead taken aback by her behaviour as the redhead glanced over her shoulder at the Doctor, "Come on, slowpoke. We haven't got time to stand around. Get a move on, will you."

He was somewhat perplexed by this take-control attitude of Alice's, yet he was so used to being in charge of others. Finally, she told him she did not like to follow or tried not to do it.

Coming to a split at the end of the hallway, Alice tugged one way and Martha another, "Ally, it's this way. You should know that by now."

"Of course it is," she cleared her throat awkwardly and turned to stride confidently in the right direction with her flatmate laughing at her from behind and returning a wink at her and seeing the Doctor smirking. Still, she rolled her eyes, "Oh, get lost, Spaceman."

He groaned, and the smirk fell off his face. "Do you have to keep calling me that?"

"Yeah, so get used to it," Alice beamed as he breathed another sigh of defeat.

There's a brief silence until Martha asks her friend, "Alice, why are you calling him that?"

The redhead only shrugged, pretending not to have a clue what she was on about, "Have no idea what you mean. I just made it up on the spot," she shrugged again, "Besides, I just wanted to annoy him a little that's all," knowing it was the most reasonable but believable explanation yet somehow Martha wasn't buying it and that there was more truth behind it. That Alice might know who this man is.

They finally made it to the patient's lounge, and the Time Lord shoved open the doors with Alice and Martha not far behind. All three stepped outside onto the balcony. The young Noble was amazed by it all. They were actually on the moon. She couldn't believe it. Making her wonder how they got here was another thing. But it was pretty obvious to her that it was something extraterrestrial.

"We've got air!" Martha exclaimed from where she stood to the left of the Doctor and Alice on his right, who snapped away from her thoughts, "How does that work?"

"Just be glad it does," the Doctor answered, which Alice nodded in agreement.

"That I'm thankful. Would dread to think telling my mum and sister I died on the moon from suffocation," Alice could imagine their reactions already. It honestly broke her heart a little, "But then again... thinking about it," the redhead mused in thought, walking towards the walled balcony, "I'd already been dead, so how could I have told them anyway. Think I'll leave that job to you next time," she folded her arms in front of her and leaned against the wall to face them both.

The very thought made the Doctor physically shudder about getting smacked by Sylvia. However, Alice knew how her mother got when she had a temper and had witnessed it a few times look rather painful, so she didn't blame him. Martha watched curiously as her friend pretended to smile and inform the man, "But no need to worry, Spaceman, no chance of me dying anyway."

He blushed about it slightly and nodded, "Well..." he dragged out before he and Martha came to stand on either side of the redhead, all gazing out at the surface of the moon.

It was silent for a few moments before Martha began to speak up. Alice noticed a distant look in her flatmate's eyes, "Alice and I have a party tonight, my brother Leo's twenty-first. My mother's going to be really.." Martha trailed off, pausing as Alice went to squeeze her shoulder in understanding, somewhat concerned for her friend.

"You okay?" the Doctor asked.

Martha nodded, "Yeah."

But Alice wasn't buying it and asked, "Are you?"

"Yeah."

"Want to go back in?" the Time Lord now asked.

Martha instantly shakes her head, turning slightly in his direction, "No way. I mean, we could die any minute, but all the same, it's beautiful."

"It's breathtaking, literally," Alice acknowledged with a sigh, joking about it slightly. They may be stranded on the moon, but they had to appreciate the beauty of Earth before them.

"You think?"

"How many people want to go to the moon? And here we are!" Martha returned excitedly.

The Doctor smiles, "Standing in the Earthlight."

The young woman nervously bit her lip. Then, hesitantly, she glanced in his direction to ask, "What do you think happened?"

"What do you think?" the Doctor implied as he watched Martha with caution.

"Extraterrestrial. Has to be."

"And our winner is..." Alice did a drumroll of sorts on the wall with a cheeky grin before gesturing towards her friends like a magician's assistant, who in return giggled. The Doctor shakes his at the redhead "Martha Jones!"

Trying to get her laughter under control, Martha went on, "I don't know, a few years ago that would have sounded mad, but these days? That spaceship flying into Big Ben, Christmas, those Cybermen things," she sighed deeply, expression becoming sad, "I had a cousin. Adeola. She worked at Canary Wharf. She never came home."

"I'm sorry," the Doctor offered his sympathies as Alice went to squeeze her friend's hand in comfort.

Martha returned the gesture as she sighed, "Yeah."

"I was there," the Time Lord offered sadly, "In the battle..."

"Is that..." the redhead hesitates, "Is that where you lost Rose?" but the Doctor didn't need to offer Alice an answer when she probably already knew it. So, instead, she takes his hand for a moment, giving it a consoling squeeze and letting it go.

"I promise you, Mr Smith, we will find a way out," Martha declared confidently with a nod as the Doctor stepped away from the balcony edge, "If we can travel to the moon, then we can travel back. There will be a way."

"Uh, Martha, I hate to break this to you, but Mr Smith isn't his actual name," Alice offered honestly, leaving her friend to gaze back, somewhat startled.

"You're kidding, right?"

"It's not Smith. That's not my real name," the Doctor repeats to confirm this, glancing over at Martha.

"Who are you, then?"

"I'm the Doctor."

Martha snickered, "Me too if I can pass my exams. What is it, then, Doctor Smith?"

"No," Alice tried to explain, "It's just the Doctor," followed by a nervous laugh from the expression on her friend's face.

"How do you mean, just the Doctor?"

"Because that's his name," Alice shrugged, "That's how he introduced himself to me when we met at my sister's wedding."

"So you do know him?" Martha asked once Alice cringed, realising she had just slipped up.

"Yes," the redhead nodded with guilt before explaining to her flatmate, "And I wanted to tell you, Martha, I did, but then you'd think I was crazy."

"Ally, I'd never think that," Martha said honestly with a smile, briefly squeezing her hand before asking with a frown, nodding her head towards the man in question, "So, people just call him 'the Doctor?"

"Unfortunately, "Alice nodded whilst rolling her eyes in disbelief.

In turn, Martha scoffed, "Well, I'm not," she looked to the Time Lord, "As far as I'm concerned, you've got to earn that title."

"I told him that when we met," Alice informed her flatmate knowingly as they both stared back at him.

"Well, I'd better make a start, then," the Doctor cleared his throat and mumbled, but he liked Martha pointing it out.

So Alice, having to remind him of the very fact she had uttered it to him last Christmas, "Let's have a look," he bent down to pick up a pebble, giving the young woman a glance of his bottom in those tight blue trousers.

Alice couldn't help but ogle over which Martha caught her friend but didn't say anything, knowing it was pretty clear she found him attractive, which she couldn't help but somewhat agree on too, just as he now stood back up and threw the pebble as it bounced off and landed back on the balcony.

All rather surprised.

"So it must be a force field, right?" Alice glimpsed in the Doctor's direction, who agreed with a nod.

"Right you are, Ally," he returned to her with a small smile, "Must be sealing in the air."

"Which would make sense, "Alice acknowledged

"If that's like a bubble sealing us in, that means this is the only air we've got," Martha voiced with concern, her eyes becoming wide, "What happens when it runs out?"

"How many people are in this hospital?" the Time Lord asked both women.

"I don't know, a thousand?"

Alice sees the Doctor's expression become dark, which sends a frightening chill down her spine, "One thousand people. Suffocating," his voice matching that of his face.

Both the women gasped, "That's awful," the redhead said, suddenly feeling a little nauseous, not liking what would happen or probably happen, "Who or what would do that?" Then, as if on cue, there's a roaring above their heads as the noise of engines fills their ears.

"Head's up!" the Time Lord called, "Ask them yourself."

Spaceships come into their line of sight. They were enormous things. So gigantic that Alice's jaw dropped open. Docking not far from the hospital, the giant monsters marched towards them.

"Aliens," Martha gasps in surprise, "That's aliens. Real, proper aliens."

"Doctor, what are they?" Alice inquired to him as he stared out at the creatures.

"Judoon," he replied with no emotion in his voice.

Before Alice even asked who the 'Judoon' were, he hastily turned on his heels and dashed back into the hospital with a sense of intention. Both women shared a look of apprehension before following in after him. It wasn't hard to see that the Judoons had brought them to the moon, but the question remains as to why?