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"Goodbye Titanic!" the Tenth doctor turned to the TARDIS controls. He then swung his body around to see an older woman standing in the middle of the TARDIS. She wore a black dress. She looked similar to Donna. In fact, her entrance was similar to Donna. 'How did you-? How did you get here?"
"Who are you and why do you look and sound like Tycho Reeves?" She pointed at him, demanding an answer. She then looked around her, "Where am I?"
"Tycho who?"
"Tycho Reeves. He built the hypercars. He's BRAINS idol."
"The what? And who names themselves BRAINS?" He walked closer to her, observing her. He looked her up and down. She looked at him up and down.
She ignored him, "I'm Dr Estrella Glen Tracy. Who are you?"
He smirked, "I'm the Doctor."
"Doctor Who?" She was confused.
"No, just the Doctor."
"Okay, Doctor. Where are we?" She took a look around, "Where are your windows? Do you not have windows?"
The Doctor looked around the TARDIS in utter confusion before looking at his visitor, "That's a new one. How about we look at the outside?" He guided her to the door.
She turned around, "We're in space. Why is there gravity? It doesn't feel artificial."
"Artificial gravity? This is the TARDIS. It doesn't need anything artificial." He opened up the door. Estrella closed her mouth. She gripped onto the sides of the TARDIS, while the Doctor smiled walking outward.
"This is witchcraft? What are you?"
"I'm the Doctor. I'm a Time Lord. I'm from the planet Gallifrey in the Constellation of Kasterborous. I'm 903 years old, you got a problem with that?"
She smiled for the first time since her brother's death, "No not at all. Show me something. Take me somewhere." She crossed her arms, her ring glimmer.
He then asked her, "How did you get here? Where did you come from?"
"Tracy Island on Earth. I was at a funeral. My brother's funeral. Last thing I remember, Conrad was holding me. Then I appeared here."
"I'm sorry for your loss. Brother? It must be hard."
"You don't know the half of it. This brother in particular was my twin. I got so used to feeling his emotions and his thoughts that it feels like I'm missing part of myself." Her smile had faded over her speech.
The Doctor softened, "It's hard to loss your loved ones. Boy do I know that."
"This is a time machine, right?"
"Yeah." He nodded, not catching on her thoughts.
"And a spaceship?"
"Yeah."
"Let's go back in time and save Thunderbird five."
"No."