Martha looked down saddened that she was now meant to go home and just live on with her life forgetting Rita and the Doctor and all the wonderful things that she had seen, aliens, space, time travel it was amazing, beautiful and magnificent and she didn't know what could top it. Her mood was very different to the Doctors however, he practically bounced around the TARDIS in joy. He stopped in front of Martha who sat in the jump seat. "Just one trip. That's what I said. One trip in the TARDIS, and then home. Although The Stone suggested something suppose we could stretch the definition." He held back the smug smile seeing Martha's eyes widen at the idea. "Take one trip into the past, one trip into future. How do you fancy that?" He looked over at Rita who leant against the console smiling.

"No complaints from me!" Martha beamed.

"How about a different planet?" The Doctor suggested.

"Can we go to yours?" The smile on Rita's face fell and she looked down remembering the pain. She wished it wasn't gone and she knew he did too, for once she didn't want to think that she was alone. He had been alone longer and only when it had been just over a good 3 weeks it hurt knowing it was just her and the Doctor, the last of the Time Lords.

"Ah, there's plenty of other places." The Doctor shrugged it off glancing over to Rita and seeing the pain in her eyes even though Martha could not.

"Come on, though. I mean, planet of the Time Lords. That's got to be worth a look. What's it like?" Martha asked.

"Beautiful" Rita blurted out looking at nowhere in particular, just staring at nothing.

"Is it like, you know, outer space cities, all spires and stuff?"

"I suppose it is." The Doctor smiled seeing Rita's eyes turn from hurt to awe remembering her home.

"Great big temples and cathedrals!"

"Yeah." Rita breathed.

"Lots of planets in the sky?"

"The sky's a burnt orange, with the Citadel enclosed in a mighty glass dome, shining under the twin suns. Beyond that, the mountains go on forever. Slopes of deep red grass, capped with snow."

"Nothing has ever smelt as good as that grass" Rita sighed.

"Can we go there?" Martha asked looking between them. The Doctor shook his head and didn't realise that he had somehow moved over standing extremely close to Rita while he described Gallifrey.

"Nah." He shook his head and slightly moved away as Rita snapped out of her thought remembering something, someone, but they didn't have a face, not one that she could now remember anyways. But there was a name and she didn't know whose, but it was a beautiful name.

"Where's the fun for us? We don't want to go home. Instead, this is much better. Year five billion and fifty-three, planet New Earth. Second hope of mankind. Fifty thousand light years from your old world, and we're slap bang in the middle of New New York." He explained while pulling a lever and jolting back as the TARDIS travelled through the vortex and materialised. "Although, technically it's the fifteenth New York from the original, so it's New New New New New New New New New New New New New New York. One of the most dazzling cities ever built."

The Doctor gestured for Martha to walk out first but then moved in front of the door before Rita could leave. "Are you okay?" He seriously asked her in a quiet voice.

"I'm fine Doctor" She forced a smile, he nodded knowing that even if she wasn't she wouldn't tell him and he couldn't force her without making a scene and Martha finding out what was going on. He moved aside and let her out then went himself into the pouring rain.

"Oh, that's nice. Time Lord version of dazzling." Martha sarcastically replied to the Doctor's earlier comment gasping a little at the sudden rain and attempted to do up her jacket."

Rita groaned at the weather, she wasn't bothered by the cold but having to walk around without a jacket would have been mad. "Hold on" She ran back into the TARDIS and ran to her room to grab her jacket. She smiled seeing it laying on her bed, picked it up and ran back through the console room and back into the rain now with her jacket on. She noticed the Doctor and Martha under cover looking at what seemed to be a monitor.

"Ah, there you are Stone!" The Doctor looked up from the monitor.

"Well, I wasn't going to come out without a jacket." She rolled her eyes.

"You wear leather?"

"He wore a leather jacket once, never got to see it but I know he did" Rita chuckled and Martha laughed as well.

"Well I think it suits you Stone" Martha grinned.

"Anyway." The Doctor coughed diverting their attention back to him. "As I was saying, that's the view we had last time. This must be the lower levels, down in the base of the tower. Some sort of under-city." He explained looking over to the monitor and Rita nodded remembering.

"You've brought me to the slums?" Martha raised a brow at him.

"Much more interesting. It's all cocktails and glitter up there. This is the real city."

"You'd enjoy anything." She retorted.

"That's me. Ah, the rain's stopping. Better and better." He looked up and smiled.

"When you say last time, was that you, the Stone and Rose?"

"Er, yeah. Yeah, it was, yeah."

"Maybe this time I won't have as Rose used to say a trampoline inside of my body" Rita shivered. "That was my first adventure with you" She looked at the Doctor. "Minus the pepper pot ship."

"So it was" He laughed. "There won't be any trampolines attacking you this time" He joked.

"Wait you're taking me to the same planets that you took her?" Martha asked talking about Rose. Rita frowned sensing a hint of jealousy in her voice.

"What's wrong with that?" The Doctor asked oblivious to what was right in front of him. Rita pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head while Martha muttered: "Nothing. Just ever heard the word rebound?"

The Doctor was about to make a remark when a man opened the front of a stall.

"Oh! You should have said." He beamed "How long you been there? Happy. You want Happy." Rita stepped away standing beside the Doctor and Martha as another two stalls opened.

"Customers. Customers! We've got customers!" a woman beamed.

"We're in business. Mother, open up the Mellow, and the Read." A third person who was a woman meant.

"Happy, Happy, lovely happy, happy!" The first man spoke.

"Anger. Buy some Anger!"

"Get some Mellow. Makes you feel all bendy and soft all day long."

Rita scrunched up her nose at what she was hearing.

"Don't go to them. They'll rip you off. Do you want some happy?"

"No, thanks." The Doctor bluntly answered.

"Are they selling drugs?" Martha asked.

"I think they're selling moods." Rita shivered.

"Same thing, isn't it?" Martha asked and Rita shook her head then noticed a young woman dressed in rags slowly walk up to the stalls.

"Over here, sweetheart! That's it, come on, I'll get you first!"

"Oi! Oi, you! Over here! Over here! Buy some Happy!"

"Come over here, yeah." The woman walked up to the last stall. "And what can I get you, my love?"

"I want to buy Forget." She sadly and quietly replied.

"I've got Forget, my darling. What strength? How much do you want forgetting?"

"It's my mother and father. They went on the motorway." Rita frowned for a moment. 'Why would you be that sad about your parents going on a motorway?'

"Oh, that's a swine. Try this. Forget Forty-three." She handed a small sticker to the woman. "That's two credits."

"Sorry, but hold on a minute." The Doctor interrupted the woman. "What happened to your parents?"

"They drove off."

"Yeah, but there is always the chance that they might drive back." Rita stepped forward.

"Everyone goes to the motorway in the end. I've lost them." She sighed.

"But they can't have gone far. You could find them." The Doctor told her. "No. No, no, don't." The woman stuck the forget 43 tab to her neck and her broken face turned into a relaxed happy one.

"I'm sorry, what were you saying?" She said in a much happier voice then before.

"Your parents. Your mother and father. They're on the motorway." The Doctor reminded her.

"Are they? That's nice. I'm sorry, I won't keep you." She walked off. The Doctor and Rita watched with Martha behind.

"So that's the human race five billion years in the future. Off their heads on chemicals." Martha noted.

"Not far of from your time then" Rita joked before hearing a scream. The Time Lords whipped their heads around to see a man holding Martha from behind pointing a gun at the Doctor and a woman doing the same at Rita.

"I'm sorry, I'm really, really sorry. We just need three, that's all." The woman tried to apologise.

"No, let her go!" The Doctor shouted.

"Let Martha go! We can help!" Rita shouted trying to move closer. The woman moved her gun closer to Rita; the Doctor instantly pulled her back.

"I'm warning you, let her go! Whatever you want, I can help." He shouted still keeping hold of Rita by her wrist. "Both of us, we can help. But first, you've got to let her go!"

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. Sorry." The man told them. They dragged Martha who was screaming and struggling against the grip through a green door and locked it behind him. The Doctor and Rita ran over to the door and the Doctor tried to force it open. Rita then pulled out her sonic and unlocked the door as the Doctor pushed. They then sprinted through running. "No, no, no!" Rita shouted running as fast as she could. They ran through a corridor. The Doctor forced open another door running through only for the two Time Lords to see a car rising in the air.

"Martha!" The Doctor screamed helplessly watching the car speed off.

"No..." Rita breathed. "Not after.. not after" her voice cracked not daring to say what was on her mind. The Doctor pulled her into a hug resting his head on hers and rubbed her back trying to comfort the Time Lady. "I'm going to kill them" She then gritted her teeth mumbling into his chest now feeling only anger. "That's exactly what I am going to do."

The Doctor instantly pulled away and slightly knelt down looking right into her hazel eyes now eye level with her. "No" held her shoulders. "We don't do that"

"It's all my fault" She swallowed. "I practically begged you to let her have another trip and now we're here"

"Rita" he cupped her face still staring into her eyes. "This is not your fault at all, do not blame yourself."

She sighed not replying and just looked at him, as if she was studying his face, thinking of what to say. "We should go back, see if any of them knew about what happened" She muttered after a few long moments. The Doctor nodded removing his hands from her face and taking her hand leading the way back to where they were before.

They arrived back and the Doctor hammered on the closed hatch of a stall." Thought you'd come back. Do you want some happy Happy?" The man beamed.

"No we don't!" Rita shouted coldly, the man was taken back looking a little terrierfied by the dark look in her eyes.

"Those people, who were they? Where did they take her?" The Doctor asked.

"They've taken her to the motorway." One of the woman opened her hatch replying.

"Looked like carjackers to me."

"I'd give up now, darlings. You won't see her again."

"Used to be thriving, this place. You couldn't move. But they all go to the motorway in the end."

"He kept on saying three, we need three. What did he mean, three?" The Doctor asked.

"It's the car-sharing policy, to save fuel. You get special access if you're carrying three adults."

"And how do we get to this motortway?" Rita asked.

The man lent out of his stall a little and pointed in a direction. "Straight down the alley, keep going to the end. You cannot miss it. Tell you what. How about some happy Happy? Then you'll be smiling, my loves."

Rita gritted her teeth again about to scream.

"Word of advice, all of you." The Doctor harshly shouted before Rita bursted, "Cash up, close down and pack your bags."

"Why's that, then?" One of them asked frowning.

"Because as soon as we've found her, alive and well. And we will find her alive and well. Then we're coming back, and this street is closing tonight!"

"Or else you will have to face me, and you really do not want that" Rita coldly snapped at them burning her eyes into them. The Time Lords then walked off down the alleyway in the direction which the man pointed in.

They arrived to a door and the Doctor unlocked it with his sonic screwdriver. Upon stepping throuhg they both started furiously coughing. Rita pulled up her jacket over her mouth to try and stop as they looked around seeing fumes and cars in rows all jammed up.

A car door closest to the balcony where the Doctor and Rita were standing opened and a figure stood in the way. (The Doctor unlocks a metal door and steps out onto a small balcony, coughing in the exhaust fumes. The stationary traffic is stacked in all directions, including up and down. The car nearest the balcony opens its door and a figure in a flying jacket, goggles, helmet and white scarf gestured them over shouting at the two of them with Irish accent "Hey! You daft little street struts. What are you doing standing there? Either get out or get in. Come on!" The Time Lords looked at eachother then ran over and entered the vehicle gasping for breath still coughing. "Did you ever see the like?" A dark haired woman then placed a oxygen mask on the Doctor. "Here you go." He then instantly took it off and tried to place it on Rita. She swatted his hand away shaking her head. "You.. had... it... worse..." She said between breaths and coughs.

"Just standing there, breathing it in." The man who turned out to actually be a cat much like the cat nurses Rita had seen last time. He removed his scarf and googles while talking. "There's this story, says back in the old days, on Junction forty seven, this woman stood in the exhaust fumes for a solid twenty minutes. By the time they found her, her head had swollen to fifty feet. While Rita was too busy paying attention to this sotry the Doctor forced the oxygen mask on Rita's face and she groaned giving him an annoyed stare narrowing her eyes.

"Oh, you're making it up." The woman told him.

"A fifty foot head! Just think of it. Imagine picking that nose."

"Oh, stop it. That's disgusting."

"What, did you never pick your nose?"

"Bran, we're moving." The woman informed him and he moved sitting in the seat next to hers. Rita removed the mask after she had felt better and placed it on the Doctor shaking her head at him. "You know sometimes you need to take care of yourself before taking care of other people Doctor"

"With you? Never" She rolled her eyes at him and continued listening to the conversation of those in front.

"Twenty yards. We're having a good day. And who might you be, sir ma'am? Very well-dressed for hitchhikers."

The Doctor removed the oxygen mask and began to speak. "Thanks. Sorry, I'm the Doctor and this is The Stone." He gestured to Rita who politly waved.

"Medical man! My name's Thomas Kincade Brannigan, and this is the bane of my life, the lovely Valerie." He smiled.

"Nice to meet you both." Valerie smiled.

"And that's the rest of the family behind you." Rita and the Doctor moved a curtian to see a littler of kittens in a basket jumping around.

"Aww" Rita hummed. "Their adorable"

"Hello" The Doctor smiled picking a black kitten up and stroking it as Rita smiled stoking the one in his arms as well"

"How old are they?" Rita curiously asked.

"Just two months." Valerie replied.

"Poor little souls. They've never known the ground beneath their paws." Brannigan muttered and Rita turned to him in shock. "Children of the motorway."

"You mean they were born in here?" Rita asked looking at them both.

"We couldn't stop. We heard there were jobs going, out in the laundries on Fire Island. Thought we'd take a chance." She shrugged.

"What, you've been driving for two months?" The Doctor looked between them both.

"Do I look like a teenager?" Brannigan retorted. "We've been driving for twelve years now."

Rita's eyes widend and she coughed. "Tweleve years?!"

"Yeah! Started out as newlyweds. Feels like yesterday." He looked at his wife happily.

"Feels like twelve years to me." She replied cheekily.

"Ah, sweetheart, but you're still love me."

"Twelve years? How far did you come? Where did you start?" The Doctor asked.

"Battery Park. It's five miles back."

Rita's eyes widened even more. "Don't tell me you travelled five miles in tweleve years"

"I think their a bit slow."

"Where are you from?" Valerie asked.

"Never mind that." The Doctor waved her off. "We've got to get out. Our friend's in one of these cars. She was taken hostage." The Doctor explained.

"We should get back to the TARDIS." Rita told the Doctor who nodded and then opened the door only to start coughing again. She pulled him back inside and he closed the door.

"You're too late for that. We've passed the lay-by. You're passengers now, Sonny Jim." Brannigan told them.

"When's the next lay-by?" The Doctor asked.

"Oh," He thought for a moment then looked at them apologetically. "Six months?"

"Six months!?" Rita looked at them in horror hoping to not believe what she was actually hearing and didn't realise she began to shake at the thought of losing another friend. The Doctor noticed this and moved a little closer wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her a little closer to him.

"Rita we will find her, I promise."

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After calming the Time Lady down which honestly took a little longer than the Doctor had hoped since she repeatedly blamed herself for what had happened the Doctor hacked into the communication system using his sonic screwdriver. "I need to talk to the police." He said into the comm.

"Thank you for your call. You have been placed on hold." Rita frowned and moved over to the Doctor.

"But you're the police." The Doctor replied and the computer gave the same message: "Thank you for your call. You have been placed on hold."

The Doctor sighed and looked at Brannigan. "Is there anyone else? We once met the Duke of Manhattan. Is there any way of getting through to him?"

"Oh now, ain't you lordly?" He sarcasitcally joked.

"Brannigan we have got to find our friend" Rita seriously told him.

"You can't make outside calls." Valerie explained. "The motorway's completely enclosed."

"How about other cars can we talk to them at all?" Rita asked and the Doctor nodded in agreement.

"Oh, we've got contact with them, yeah. Well, some of them, anyway. They've got to be on your friends list." He pressed on the monitor. "Now, let's see. Who's nearby? Ah, the Cassini sisters!" He beamed. The screen then flickered and showed two older woman and the car number 8-1-7-a-1.

"Still your hearts, my handsome girls. It's Brannigan here."

"Get off the line, Brannigan. You're a pest and a menace." One of the woman groaned.

"Oh, come on, now, sisters. Is that any way to talk to an old friend?" He replied.

"You know full well we're not sisters. We're married."

"Ooo, stop that modern talk. I'm an old-fashioned cat. Now, I've got some hitchhikers here, the Doctor and the Stone."

The Doctor then grabbed the radio from Brannigan and Rita swatted his arm for it. "Rude"

The Doctor rolled his eyes ignoring her. "Hello. Sorry. We're looking for someone called Martha Jones. She's been carjacked."

"She's inside one of these vehicles, but we don't know which one" Rita sighed.

The other woman then set down her knitting needles and picked up a large book and opened it. "Wait a minute. Could I ask, what entrance did they use?"

"Where were we?" The Doctor asked and Rita rolled her eyes leaning over to the radio the Doctor was still holding.

"Sorry about him, doesn't pay attention sometimes" She glared at the Doctor. "We were in Pharmacy Town, this was around twenty minutes ago."

"Let's have a look. " She then started flicking through her book. "You need to start paying attention to the signs Doctor" Rita whispered quietly.

"Well, there were no signs" He protested.

"Exactly why I just told you to pay more attention, I saw three" He rolled his eyes at her mumbling something Rita didn't hear under his breath.

"Just my luck to marry a car-spotter." The woman not searching through the book thought aloud.

The other then stopped and nodded. "In the last half hour, fifty three new cars joined from the Pharmacy Town junction." Rita sighed.

"Anything more specific?" The Doctor asked.

"All in good time." The woman replied then asked: "was she car-jacked by two people?"

"Yes, she was, yeah." The Doctor nodded.

"There we are." She smiled. "Just one of those cars was destined for the fast lane. That means they had three on board. And car number is four six five diamond six."

Rita beamed as the Doctor exclaimed: "That's it! So how do we find them?"

"Ah. Now there I'm afraid I can't help." She apologised.

"Call them on this thing. We've got their number. Diamond six." The Doctor started but was interupted by Brannigan.

"But not if they're designated fast lane. It's a different class."

"You could try the police." The woman with the book suggested.

"We tried that, put him on hold" Rita jerked her thumb in the direction of the Doctor and pursed her lips in thought.

"You'll have to keep trying. There's no one else."

"Thank you." The Doctor and Rita both nodded appreciating the help.

"We need to go down, it's the only way we have to find her," Rita told Brannigan.

The Doctor nodded and Brannigan started to shake his head. "We've got to go to the fast lane. Take us down."

"Not a million years."

"You've got four passengers." Rita protested.

"I'm still not going."

"She's alone and she's lost. She doesn't belong on this planet," The Doctor explained.

"Brannigan, you heard me earlier. This is all my fault, we have to get her back"

"We're asking you, Brannigan, take us down." The Doctor added not mentioning the part where Rita had blamed herself, he didn't want an argument with her. Not now, plus he knew he wouldn't win in an argument against her.

"That's a no. And that's final. I'm not risking the children down there." Valerie added.

"Why not? What's the risk? What happens down there?" The Doctor pressed Brannigan and Valerie with questions.

"We're not discussing it." She snapped at him trying to stay calm. "The conversation is closed."

"So that's it then." Rita sighed. "We just keep on driving."

"Yes, we do." Brannigan replied.

"For how long?" The Doctor asked.

"Till the journey's end."

The Doctor grabbed the radio again. "Mrs Cassini, this is the Doctor. Tell me, how long have you been driving on the motorway?" He asked her.

"Oh, we were amongst the first. It's been twenty three years now."

"And in all that time, have you ever seen a police car?"

"I'm not sure." She said a little certain and worried.

"Look at your notes. Any police?"

"Not as such." Rita's eyes widend in realisation and she took the radio from the Doctor. "Hello this is the Stone, sorry I stop the radio, what about an ambulance? Have you ever seen an ambulance?"

The Doctor grumbled at her and took the radio back. "Rescue service? Anything official. Ever." He asked and she began to stutter.

"I can't keep a note of everything."

"What if there's no one out there?" The Doctor asked them, Brannigan then snapped and snatched the radio back off of the Doctor. "Stop it. The Cassinis were doing you both a favour."

"Someone's got to ask, because you might not talk about it, but it's there in your eyes." The Doctor looked at him. "I know the Stone sees it too. What if the traffic jam never stops?"

"There's a whole city above us. The mighty city state of New New York. They wouldn't just leave us." Brannigan protested not wanting to hear a word of this.

"In that case, where are they, hmm? What if there's no help coming, not ever? What if there's nothing? Just the motorway, with the cars going round and round and round and round, never stopping. Forever."

Valerie then shouted in her seat. "Shut up! Just shut up!"

The monitor then switched to a blue screen showing a woman. "This is Sally Calypso, and it's that time again. The sun is blazing high in the sky over the New Atlantic, the perfect setting for the daily contemplation."

"You think you two know us so well, Doctor. Stone But we're not abandoned. Not while we have each other." Brannigan told them.

"This is for all of you out there on the roads. We're so sorry. Drive safe."

Brannigan and Valerie then began to sing alone with all of the other passangers. The Doctor and Rita both raised a brow then looked at each other as the rest continued to sing.