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ɪɪɪ.

ɪɪɪ. ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ
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A young woman is walking down a busy London street, listening to a rap song on her phone radio.

"What can happen on an average beautiful day? You never know. Celebrate seasonal changes. It's hot for brothers. On a beautiful sunshiny day.", A radio is heard just before her phone rings.

"You're up early. What's happening?", She says into the mobile.
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It is her sister.

"It's a nightmare, because Dad won't listen, and I'm telling you, Mum is going mental. Swear to God, Martha, this is epic. You've got to get in there and stop him.", She rambles on.
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"How do I do that?"
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"Tell him he can't bring her."
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Beep beep.

"Hold on, that's Leo. I'll call you back.", She tells her sister before switching calls.
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Her brother.

"Martha, If Mum and Dad start to kick off, tell them I don't even want a party. I didn't even ask for one. They can always give me the money instead."
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"Yeah, but why do I have to tell them? Why can't you?", Her phones beeps again with another call.

"Hold on, that's Mum. I'll call you back.", She tells him.
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"I don't mind your father making a fool of himself in private, but this is Leo's 21st, everyone is going to be there, and the entire family is going to look ridiculous.", He mother insists.
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"Mum, it's a party. I can't stop Dad from bringing his girlfriend.", Martha chuckles before her phone beeps another time.

"Hold on, that's Dad, I'll call you back.", She promises.
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Clive is getting into his posh open-top car.

"Martha? Now, tell your mother, Leo is my son, and I'm paying for half that party. I'm entitled to bring who I like."
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"I know, but think what it's going to look like for Mum, if you're standing there with Annalise."
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A long-legged blonde, young white woman joins Clive in the car.

"What's wrong with Annalise?", He asks.

"Is that Martha? Say hi. Hi, Martha, hi!", Annalise says into the phone, in an annoyingly high pitched voice.
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"Hi, Annalise.", Martha fake smiles, even though she knows the woman cannot see her expression.
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"Big kiss, lots of love, see you at the party, babe. Now, take me shopping, big boy."
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Martha laughs in a cross between disgust and amusement just before The Doctor walks up to her.

"Like so.", He takes off his tie.

"See?", With that, he walks away again.

Just then, Martha arrives at the Royal Hope Hospital, and a man in full motorcycle gear barges past her.

"Oi! Watch, it mate."