Jack Harkness's POV

I saw the blue box in the distance and began to run. A girl was by it, shooting baskets. She was wearing a grey and black shirt saying, I heart zombies, with a picture of a heart instead of saying heart, skinny jeans, and convers. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and a hairband. For a young girl, she was pretty. She faced me. "Watcha doing'?" she asked. I smiled at her. "Nothing that is your business," I said.

"Well, if has to do with my dad, then yeah, it's my business," she said, holding the basket ball under one arm and leaning on one leg.

"Well, if I don't know your dad, then it's none of your business, is it, sweetie?" I asked. She scowled. "Don't call me sweetie," she snapped. I rolled my eyes and knock on the door of the TARDIS.

"So it does have to do with Dad," she said smugly.

"Unless your daddy is the Doctor, no it doesn't," I said as footsteps approached the door.

"Funny, he is," she said as Dad opened the door. "I told you to- oh, um sorry I thought you were Melody," he said, glaring at the girl. She had gone back to shooting baskets.

"Doctor. Pleasure to meet you. Again," I said. "Right," he muttered. He turned back to walk into the TARDIS, then turned to face me and the girl. "Jack, it's not the best time. The TARDIS is kinda a wreck. Melody, be careful with that basket ball. Don't hit the TARDIS," he turned back. Melody rolled her eyes. "I'm not allowed into the TARDIS until I shoot 30 baskets. In a row. With my crappy sport skills, I'll be here for years," she shrugged. I leaned against the TARDIS. "The Doctor's your dad?" I asked. She nodded. "Okay, then. What about your mum? Where's she?" I was keeping it casual.

"She's dead. She's been dead for ten years," Melody said.

Okay, wrong subject. I tried something else. "What's the Doctor doing in the TARDIS?" I asked.

"The TARDIS is acting weird. She shudders when we walk on a certain spot. And that certain spot is growing. Dad's trying to find out the problem. He's ripped out much of the floor in that area, but no clue why the TARDIS is acting so strange," she shrugged and threw the basket ball in the air and missed the basket. She ran after the basket ball. When she got back, the Doctor stuck his head out. "Found the problem!" he annouced.

"What is it?" Melody asked.

"There is some sort of fungus growing underneath the TARDIS floor," he said.

"And you sound happy because of that?" Melody sounded shocked.

"Well, no, I'm not, because-"

"She's your TARDIS," Melody shrugged.

Melody's POV

"Yeah," said Dad, and he ducked into the TARDIS.

"Oh, Lord, we're stuck with the Flirt King," I muttered. Captain Jack looked smug. I glared at him, then had a great idea. "Hey Jack!" I yelled, throwing the ball, "CATCH!'

He flung his arms in front of his face as the basket ball slammed into them. "What was that for?!" he asked.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were the basket ball hoop," I put on a look of innocence. He glared at me. I smirked, then ran to find the ball. It disappeared into the bushes.

Doctor's POV

I tried scraping the fungus off the TARDIS floor. It didn't work. In my frustration, I slammed my fist into the fungus. The TARDIS shuddered. "Sorry," I muttered.

How was I going to get the fungus off the TARDIS? It wouldn't come off with scraping, and I didn't want to burn the fungus off, lest I hurt the TARDIS...

I had no choice. The fungus was seriously hurting her. I sighed and forced myself to get the blowtorch.

I don't need to tell you that the fungus was like steel. No matter how hard I tried, the fungus stayed on even with the blowtorch. The underside of the TARDIS was burned aplenty, so that's a method I'll never use again; also I think I made things worse, so even if I got the fungus off, the TARDIS would still be tender in that little spot for a long while, and when I did try scraping it off again, not only did I fail, I managed to break the metal chisal! I was getting pretty frustrated, then I remembered something that would of saved the TARDIS( and me) a couple of burns: fungus hated salt. So now I'm a thick-thick-thicky-thickhead, from Thick Town, Thickvania. Great.

I gathered some salt and tried sprinkling it on the fungus. The fungus just seemed to suck it up and grow. I was amazed and getting a little angry. If I didn't get this fungus off soon, then it would spread all over the TARDIS and... I didn't know what this fungus could do, or how it got under the TARDIS in the first place. It could hurt her, or... I didn't want to think about it. I sighed, shoved the wires back into the TARDIS, and brushed off my clothes. Then I went out to find Jack and Melody. It was after six, and Melody tended to complain when she didn't get dinner around that time.