Melody's POV

Where was I? How did I get here?

And, most importantly, why the hell was I here?

I was still woozy from the chloroform. I examined my arm. There were needles poking through the flesh, with little tubes attached to them. My first thought was I was in a hospital. That was obvious, by the cat-human nurse that just walked in. "Ah, Melody," she said, seeing that I was awake, "Your father called," she said, setting a tray on the little next to the uncomfortable bed I was lying in.

"Where am I? Why am I here?" I croaked. I sounded like a frog. Frogs. I liked frogs. They were fun to catch, and even more fun when I used to dumped them into Dad's lap and they peed on him. I thought of that as great entertainment. Dad banned frogs from the TARDIS, which didn't stop me from hunting them when I was little. Sometimes, Dad would step out of the TARDIS onto a pile of frogs. I thought it funny. When you're 3 or 4, I guess it was.

The nurse said, "Welcome to New Parkside Hospitals Hospital. And as to why you're here, we need test subjects for a new product called I'm Only Human. You are one of them. Meaning, the only one. It's sad, but then, no one wants to become human."

I quickly said, "I don't. I want to go back home." A single tear rolled down my face. "I wanna go home," I said.

"But you can't. They won't let you," she said.

"I'd like to see that stop me," I said, sitting up and throwing back the sheets. All I was in was a sheer hospital gown. "And my clothes. I need my clothes. I am not going out out in this," I snapped. "I'm not staying to become a test subject for something I don't know what it is, or what it does. I'm not-" but the rest was cut off by the nurse angrily shoving back into the bed, saying, "Yes you are staying. Now lie down. You've had a rough couple of days, and you need rest."

I rubbed my eyes, and not looking up, I said, "What did Dad say? In the phone call,"

"Well, he asked if you were here, and what we were going to do, and asked if he had a choice if we could go through with this experiment. And the answer was no."

"But I don't. I don't want to become human. I want my dad," I began to cry some more. "I want my dad," I repeated.

Doctor's POV

I headed to the hospital. No one was using my daughter as a test subject. I wanted my Melody so badly. I pulled out my phone and looked at a picture. It was of Melody, her mother, and me. Melody's second birthday. Two weeks before her mother's death. Before Melody stopped talking altogether. We were so happy in those days. Just her, her mother, and I. A family. How I wished those days were back!

I burst into the hospital and strode up to the Filinetta at the Front Desk. I leaned over and said, "I'm here to see Melody. My daughter." I said the last two words with as much emphasis as possible. She barely looked up. "Nobody is allowed to see Melody until the test. Only the doctors running it," Now I was getting agravated. No hair-ball coughing gits were going to stop me from my daughter. I said, calmly, "I am a doctor," I pulled out my psychic paper and waved in front of her face. "See? See!"

The Filinetta looked at it and said, "Top floor, door to the right,"

I said,"Thank you," and raced to the nearest elevator.

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