Winnie Is Not Okay

1.5

The Doctor continued on his course, pulling Winnie along who tried to stop him but failed, "Where are we going? What about Rosie?"

"We're following Rose", he caught her up to speed, "She ran out."

"What? Why did she do that?"

"I don't know", he shrugged, now continuing on their way normally, holding hands, "Too many aliens."

"I don't think I had descendants in there", she told him as they wandered around.

"Yeah, none of them looked much like you", he shrugged.

She giggled and he grinned at her, happy to hear the sound.

"But, then again", he continued, "Not all of them had human ancestors."

"Cool", Winnie tilted her head, "So, I'm actually in space, with actual aliens. Who have telepathy. Whoa."

"Telepathy?", the Doctor furrowed his brows at her.

"Yeah. I think it was the Face of Boe? It knew my name and said it was lovely to see me", she grinned.

"Ha", he grinned in the same manner, "So, you'll be friends in the future. I hate it when that happens."

Willow chuckled, "Why?"

"'Cause they always know a little bit about you that you don't", he narrowed his eyes playfully.

"That's fun, though. Besides, this way I just learned I'll travel at least a little bit longer with you. Because how else am I going to meet a giant head in a tank?", she squeezed his hand with a grin.

They arrived where they'd parked the Tardis which the staff was now wheeling away. The Doctor let go of her hand to walk ahead towards them, "Oi, now, careful with that! Park it properly. No scratches."

One of them scurried up to him and handed him a ticket. He sighed and Winnie stepped up to see 'Have A Nice Day' written on it. She giggled, "Did you just get a parking ticket on a space station?"

He took a breath and pushed it out with his lips pursed, putting the ticket in his pocket and walked up to the door to their left, "Rose? Are you in there?"

He opened the door and they stepped through to see Rose sitting at the top of steps watching what was happening outside.

"Aye, aye", the Doctor greeted her as the two sat down with her, "What do you think, then?"

"Great. Yeah, fine", Rose's reply sounded sarcastic, "Once you get past the slightly psychic paper. They're just so alien. The aliens are so alien. You look at them and they're alien."

Winnie tilted her head and squinted her eyes, "Good summary. Missing some adjectives and I didn't quite get what your essay is about but still, I think you were talking about aliens."

The Doctor reached over to tap her knee with the back of his hand scoldingly, "Good thing I didn't take you to the Deep South."

Winnie snorted but Rose seemed to get a bit angry, "Where are you from?"

The Doctor's mood dropped, "All over the place."

"They all speak English", Rose continued unfazed.

"No, you just hear English", the Doctor got excited again, happy to explain something new, "It's a gift of the Tardis. The telepathic field gets inside your brain and translates."

Winnie's jaw dropped in wonder but Rose didn't seem to like it as much, "It's inside my brain?"

The Doctor was taken aback by the rude reaction, "Well, in a good way."