Universe 1: [img=http://media.sfx.co.uk/files/2011/01/240111who_vampires_smith.jpg] Reading the scan, the rhino alien turned his attention on the woman. "Confirm: Plasmavore. Crime: Charged with the murder of the child princess of Patrival Regency Nine." The alien stepped forward. "She deserved it. That simpering voice. The pink cheeks. The blond curls." She laughed. "She practically begged for the bite of a plasmavore." She looked at the slab. Hearing the unspoken command, the slab stepped forward to attack the Judoon. However, all four opened fire quickly destroying him. "Verdict, guilty. Sentence, execution." Leveling their weapons at her they fired. The woman flickered for a second before being incinerated. Miranda blinked, a bit taken back. Though she had been expecting it, it still seemed difficult to believe. These aliens, Judoon, were like the police, judge, jury, and executioner. No appeal. No trail by others. Any crime, swift justice and the penalty always obliteration. Or so it seemed. In a way she partially envied that. She had seen many a criminal get away from justice due to a everything not going exactly according to books or just because the jury didn't want do as harsh a sentence. Many individuals who had committed heinous crimes would only get x amount of years in jail before being released to go back to their same habits. However, she knew it was not a wise idea. Giving that much power to a select few individuals, eliminated the chance of facing a jury of your peers, and having any crime punished by death was not the way to go. The Judoon put their weapons away. "Case closed." The leader declared turning to go. "All units withdraw." The Judoon turned and started to go. Free to go to the Doctor, Miranda quickly made her away over there. Getting down beside him, she checked for a pulse. The air was starting to get a bit stale and Miranda could feel it was getting more difficult to breathe. The Doctor had been right. There had only been so much air. "You got to help us." She called out to the Judoon. "We need more air or we will all die." The alien rhinos continued, either not hearing her or not caring to respond. Brows narrowed in anger, Miranda quickly turned her attention to the Doctor. They weren't worth her time. Now him on the other hand, if he didn't get help quickly, he would die. Checking his pulse again, she begin to perform CPR. As an officer she had been trained in full CPR in case of emergencies. As she worked, she could feel the air getting shallower and shallower. With one final gasp of air, she transferred the air to the Doctor and then fell beside him trying to get in what little air there was left. There had been many ways she had expected to die: A knife wound, a gunshot. A car accident. Maybe even dying in her sleep. However, she never thought she would suffocate to death. As her vision started to black, she smiled slightly. Well at least she had given it a good shot. She had helped get a murderer caught and she had made it to the moon. Her only regret was that she now wouldn't be able to spend her vocation time. --- Universe 2: [img=http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Guardian/Pix/pictures/2012/12/21/1356090511597/Doctor-Who-Christmas-Spec-010.jpg] The Doctor listened to Clara explain how there was technically two children and that she wasn't sure if the boy was having nightmares. No matter. He would find out soon enough. This place was really fascinating. Victory-Aged housing was so much better in some cases than the twentieth century rubbish they built. The walls and furniture was all made of wood. It was amazing really. Not that the twentieth century stuff was bad. No their skyscrapers and indoor heating and plumbing was exemplary. However, he enjoyed the custom craftsmanship of the era. Reaching the top of the stairs, he stopped and looked at Clara as she asked if he was enjoying it. "What?" He asked, a bit surprised. "You aren't?" He grinned and then continued on. Enjoying it? You bet he was. Mysteries and intrigue fascinated him. Finding out what was behind the dreams and the living snow was going to be a fun challenge. Entering the room, he looked around, exclaiming happily at the various toys and items placed around the play room. While Clara went over to the children to talk to them, the Doctor moved around the room picking up an object only to discard it and grab another a few seconds later. Spotting the stage, he jumped up and disappeared behind the stage. The two children looked over at Clara. "That's your friend." Digby asked, a bit unsure of what to think. "What's his name?" When Clara told him, he frowned. "That's an odd name. Just the Doctor?" He inquired. "Doctor? Doctor? Doctor Who?" A voice asked. A little sock poppet peaked out from behind the curtains. "That's the question to ask." The Doctor said, his head coming into view. Tossing the puppet aside he came over. Whipping out his sonic he scanned the girl and then the boy. Looking at the results, he smiled down at them. "Don't worry. The Doctor is here to take away any monsters." He looked around the room, taking it in again, though this time he did not pick up any toys or items. Turning back, he hunched down in front of Francesca, his face serious. "So, tell me about your nightmare."