Emma's POV

I was curled up in a ball, reading Ender's Game when I heard the knock. "Come innnn."

Crystal threw herself next to me. I sighed. "Crystal, you don't have to knock, you realize that-" then stopped abruptly, remembering I was the one who taught her to knock.

"Emma, Emma, Emma, Emma, I need to tell you something," Crystal said.

"One, there's only one Emma here, and that's me, and two, what you need to tell me better not be some random gibberish that takes up my precious time. Like always," I turned back to my book.

"It's not," Crystal promised.

"Fire away," I said, not taking my eyes away from Ender's Game.

"So, today-" Crystal began, but I cut her off. "When something starts with 'so, today', it's most likely random gibberish, Crystal, and you know this."

"It's not! I swear," said Crystal.

"Don't swear. You shouldn't be a potty mouth."

"Emma!" cried Crystal, exasperatedly. "You know what I mean."

"Geez, Crystal, I'm just playing with you. What is it?" I said.

"Well, you know the Ood-" began Crystal, but soon stopped once she found herself slung over a shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Holding her ankles, I said, "Okay, Crystal, this is random gibberish. Don't poison the air with it. Adiós, Amiga!" I dumped her outside the room, shut the door, and locked it. I could hear her banging on the door. "Emma, let me in!"

Doctor's POV

If I had met someone more oblivious then Emma, then that person must have no senses. She didn't notice me watching as she threw her sister out of the room. Of course, Crystal did. She sat cross-legged in front of the door, glaring at it as though she was going to burn a hole in the door big enough for her tiny body to crawl through with just her eyes.

She stood up when I approached. "Why does she do that? She never lets me speak! Everything to her is random nonsense!"

"Gibberish," called Emma through the locked door.

"What ever," snapped Crystal.

I wasn't in the mood to help the two sisters out with their problems, but I had to talk to Emma, so I knocked on the door and said, "Emma, we're needed."

"We?" Emma threw open the door, nearly hitting me.

"You and I."

"Delightful," Emma muttered as she stepped through the door.

"And, also, Crystal, she, um, well, she can't come," I added.

"Gee, that's nice." Crystal stomped off.

"Hang out with Clara," Emma called after her. "I'll hazard a guess she'll do the same thing."

I shrugged and led the way.

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"Okay, why are we here?" asked Emma when we were outside the building next to the hotel.

"I've told you, Jenna's sister received a call saying that we were needed here," I said.

"Okay, then...." Emma pushed open the door and we stepped inside.

People rushed around, talking to others, carrying briefcases, while others sat in cubicles, drinking tea and coffee and talking on the phone.

"It's like an office," Emma whispered to me. She wasn't the only one who thought that. I nodded and together we walked to the front desk.

"Have you got an appointment?" asked the lady at the front desk.

"Yes, with Artillery-" I said.

"Mortivia?" the lady sounded bored. I kept on being reminded of last night, with Jenna.

"If that's what you call her," I shrugged. The lady stood up and led us down a hallway, up a flight of stairs, down another hallway, and into a room filled with people that typed at computers manically. It reminded me of Satellite 5's 500th floor from my ninth regeneration, except their were TV monitors everywhere, watching people's everyday lives. The feeling of being stalked I had been feeling was explained, for on one of the monitors was my hotel room, and Emma's, Crystal's, and Clara's that they all shared, along with 1018 other rooms like ours, although only a few where occupied. A Dalek without it's laser paced in one of them. The kitchen was shown in one mo niter, and I could see Crystal and Clara walking to the ice cream parlor and entering on another screen. I could even see corridors made of leaves and branching off, forcing me to believe that was the maze. I couldn't look at much more, however, because just then, a woman with a huge pouf of platinum blonde hair came rushing forward. "Are you Emma and the Doctor?" she asked anxiously.

"How do you know our names?" Emma snapped.

The woman laughed. "We've got microphones everywhere!"

"Stalker," Emma muttered.

"Yes, yes, but last night, I heard you, Emma, talking to our delightful friend Jenna about the guests, and I guess I accidentally heard you slipped about being Time Lord!"

"Congrats? I really don't know what to say to that," Emma said, looking guilty at saying that and confused about where that was going.

"Why am I needed?" I asked.

"Oh, we heard you talking on the streets," Mortivia laughed. I could tell it was taking a lot for Emma not to punch her in the face, but instead she said slowly, "What are you getting at?" 

"Child, do you know what I am?" Mortivia laughed.

"One, I am nine hundred thirteen, and two, you're a stalker," Emma snapped.

"No, no, dear, I run a television show. But lately, I don't have any.... oh, what's the word? Oh! Entertaining material..." Mortivia kept on talking about what she wanted to do, but I wasn't paying attention. Emma muttered to me, "She's a nutcase, that lady is."

I nodded in agreement and kept playing with the screwdriver in my pocket. I tuned out for a moment, until I heard the words, playing like in love.

"What?" Emma and I said at the same time.

"Well, people like a good love story, and-"

Emma stepped really close to Mortivia. "You are not making us act like a pair of lovers. Think of another way of... oh what's the word? Oh! Entertaining! Yeah, entertaining your viewers, or my good ol' buddy Mind Changer'll do it for you," and held up a fist.

Mortivia didn't seem hurt by Emma's mean imitation or afraid of Emma's fist, which was a bad idea, on the contrary, she laughed. Laughed! "Oh, how sweet. I'll see you soon, loveys!" and with that, was gone.

Emma's POV

I turned on my heel and left, leaving the Doctor behind. I was already passing the ice cream place when he caught up with me. I told him, "You and I are never declaring love for each other. No romantic stuff, because I am not giving Mortivia the satisfaction!"

He nodded. "Emma, calm down. Mortivia can't do much, can she?"

"Except blow up your phone for romantic love, right?" I said calmly. 

He nodded again, straightened, and fixed his bowtie. I remembered something. "Doctor, she isn't under survillance, is she? If they did hook up cameras, then that would..." my voice trailed off.

"No cameras on her. Promise."