I woke up, head swimming. I was unsure why I was on the ground, why Melody wasn't with me. Then I remembered she had been captured. I sprung up and sprinted down the street, following the noise that Melody was making, all the while shouting, "Melody, Melody!" over and over, crying, warm tears running down my face. My daughter, my only living daughter, taken away. This was worse than the time that Martha Jones was captured. I realized, I'm Only Human. Melody's mother was a werecat. She'd make a perfect test subject. But I didn't want her to become a test subject. I wanted her with me, right here, exploring the streets of New London, her blonde hair bouncy around in it's pony tail, happiness spread over her face.

Somehow, by instinct, I ended up in front of the TARDIS. I unlocked the door and ran up to the console. "TARDIS," I whispered, "I need to know where Melody went. I need to!" I wiped my face on my sleeve. A name of a building came up on her screen. Then an event.

New Parkside Hospitals Hospital. Testing.

My eyes widen as I realized what was happening. I tore my eyes from the console and flew out of the TARDIS, down the street towards New Parkside Hospitals Hospital. Then paused. The number. 555-555-5555. I spun around, never breaking stride, and ran back into the TARDIS. She was quivering like a frightened dog. I ignored this and grabbed the phone and dialed the number. A pleasant female voice said into the reciever, "Hello welcome to New Parkside Hospitals Hospital how may I help you?" Like she was an operator. I growled, "My daughter, Melody, she was taken here for the I'm Only Human product. For testing. Did a young girl, about twelve, arrive here? She was wearing a navy sweatshirt, jeans, blue hightops, had long dirty blonde hair, pulled back in a ponytail," The voice at the other end paused. When she spoke, she said, "Who is this?"

"The Doctor,"

"Yes. Was she half-Time Lord, half-werecat?" the woman asked.

"Yes, she is-" I paused. "What do you mean, was?" I asked.

"She is, isn't she?" she asked.

"What have you done to my daughter?" I growled. "N-nothing," the woman stuttered.

"You're stuttering. What the hell happened to my daughter? I want to know; I need to know!" I was close to crying, and was getting really angry. Nobody was going to hurt my daughter; not if I could help it.

"Nothing. They did some blood testing, to see if she was fit to test," the voice said.

I felt my hearts sink. "And is she?" I asked. The person sighed. "Yeah." That did it. I asked, "Do I have a choice whether or not she can participate in this-testing?" My tongue felt like a sack of sand in my mouth. Never, in all 903 years of my life, had I felt so fusterated, so helpless.

I got the answer I least wanted.

"No."

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I'm sorry for the cliffhanger. I know I do that alot.

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