Where's the Doctor when you need him? (Mel/Susan)

[Melanie Bush]

Mel placed her hands on her hips and turned up her nose as the TARDIS vanished before her eyes. She hadn't ever seen the Doctor that mad, enough to throw her out of the ship into what seemed like a random time and place and fly away. The nerve of that man! He hadn't even bothered to tell her where or when was. She sighed, knowing that standing around and pouting over the matter wouldn't help things much. It would be wiser, she thought, to explore her current location and try to figure out what she could do with herself until the Doctor came back to his senses and returned.

Luckily for Mel, he had the decency to drop her off inside a library, or at least that's where she assumed she was. Mel paced through the aisles of books, occasionally poking through the shelves to see she fancied any of the titles enough to pull them off a shelf and give them a read. She made sure to pay attention to the dates of publication on the books which looked newer as they'd serve as clues to what time she was currently in. It seemed that none of the dates went further than the year 2019, which led her to conclude that it was where she was. Or when she was.

Bored with the choices that the library had to offer, Mel headed over to the area in which the computers were kept. The models were sleeker and slimmer than any she'd seen in the 20th century but Mel was sure that the software would be close enough to what she was familiar with. And even if it wasn't, she would learn it pretty quickly.

She took a seat at the nearest desk and maneuvered the mouse cursor over to the icon titled 'Catalog Search' - but something else caught her attention before she could click it. The bottom-right corner of the screen where the time was displayed had begun to artifact, making it impossible to read the digits. Mel moved the cursor towards the glitched part of the screen - but the moment it had touched the area where the numbers should have been, the monitor flickered off.


Mel pulled back and let out a shriek which was short-lived but loud enough to rouse someone's suspicions.

[Susan Foreman]

Susan IV:

Still adjusting to her new incarnation, Susan sat at a nearby table, pouring over a book, when the peaceful zen of the library was disturbed by a shrill little scream. Naturally, that grabbed Susan's attention. She cast the redhead a look of annoyance, as if silently asking what was wrong with her, and then she held her index finger up to her lips and audibly shushed her.

This was a library, after all.

Though, Susan couldn't quite get back to what she'd been reading, because she couldn't stop her mind from wondering what would have made the woman burst out with a shriek in the first place.

With a sigh, Susan gave up what she'd been doing, closed the book and headed over to the screamer. As she walked the few feet to the computer area, nothing seemed out of place -- save for the ginger.

"What happened?" Susan asked her in a hushed tone.

Melanie Bush