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Had someone told Olivia as she crawled out of bed that today would be the day that she encountered not one type of alien but two different kinds, she would have laughed at you and went on her merry way. Now look at her, being pulled through a labyrinth by lizard-looking people yelling for a man who she was sure wasn’t exactly a ‘man’. Man or not, he was the only one who could help her at this moment because he was the only one who seemed to know anything about the situation at hand.

“Where are you taking me? Why are you attacking earth? What did we do to you?” Many questions left her mouth but she kept her tone down because she didn’t want to wake the group that seemed to be sleeping in the cavern behind them. The Silurian people seemed to be communicating with each other but lacked the ability to talk to her. How the man could communicate with them and actually get answers but she couldn’t is a mystery to her. He was speaking English after all and they were responding in their native tongue but a conversation did happen. This was just getting more and more confusing as she was pulled along.

The labyrinth seemed to be never ending as they pulled her onwards. Though she started to get smart about it, shutting her mouth when she realized she couldn’t communicate with them, she began to memorize the route she was being taken. If she could get away, break free somehow, maybe she could run back to the transporter and leave. Leave knowing these things were under the soil she walked on every day would be something she would have to live with the rest of her life, why couldn’t they be nice? Well maybe she shouldn’t have jumped one and knocked it out. That probably wouldn’t help her plead her case but that did shoot at someone and come at a person with a knife; she couldn’t have just stood around doing nothing.

The end result of the travels took them to a room that could best be described as an operating room. A dramatic toss from the two Silurians caused her fall against the full bodied chair in the middle of the room. Without giving her much warning (as if she could understand them anyway) they strapped down her wrists and ankles. Her hope was that if she didn’t struggle, they wouldn’t tie her up too tight. Though the pull on the straps wasn’t exactly what she was hoping for. “Ouch!” She said quickly, her hazel gaze moving from the straps to the lizard creatures that seemed to pay no mind to the fact that they had latched her in so tightly. Then again, if someone had taken out one of your partners, it would be a good idea to keep them locked up as tightly as possible.

A look of worry moved across her face as she looked around the room. The place was filled with what could best be described as surgical equipment. “Oh no…” She muttered under her breath, her eyes got a bigger and bigger as she observed more and more of the equipment. A small amount of panic moved through her as her hands started to shake. The devices looked advanced yet primitive at the same time, but they all gave off the same impression; pain. It didn’t take long before more individuals to enter the room. The Silurians that had pulled her in and two more dressed in white classy looking robes presenting themselves as a higher position compared to the creatures that pulled her around.

It wasn’t until the Silurians in white started to approach her that her worry began to turn into a small form of panic. While the creatures were stunning to encounter, she didn’t like the thought of getting cut open and having her insides examined while she was still alive. As the creatures advanced she moved her head back as far as the headrest would allow, even though they couldn’t communicate, the look of worry and expression of unwanted advancement should be interoperated through any language right… right?! A small gasp left her as the Silurian raised the sharp looking device and she held her breath, her eyes closed awaiting certain pain.

The wait continued a lot longer than she had expected due to another communication in their native tongue, her right eye slowly opened to see another Silurian had entered the room. This one was in colorful clothing and seemed to hold itself to a higher standard just by its stance alone. Her other eye slowly opened to see a semi familiar face peeking into the room as the warriors began to undo the restraints. The Doctor had come for her and it wasn’t until she was pulled to his side that her expression softened. Though she could understand him and let him do all the talking (not that her talking would do any good anyway), she felt a little annoyed as she was lead outside. “You were attacked with a knife. I couldn’t just let them hit you. Though I am sorry for the entire ruckus this caused.”

There was no way that she was leaving the Doctor’s side as he started down the path towards the open seating area she had been drug through. Pinned to his side but staying standing as he sat at the bench she looked around nodding slowly to his statement about the time frame of introducing one species to another. “Maybe under less gun and knife welding circumstances.” She responded softly, almost in a whisper as her gaze stayed locked on the creatures in front of her. The gesture was understandable, the simple directional pointing back towards the transporter. Once they were through she watched him knock on the stone structure to see that it was, in fact, solid again.

“Funny…” She said softly, “I did the same thing and it turned on.” Yeah, she was stating the obvious at the moment but when you were baffled as she was for the situation at hand, you really try to find something to say when people start walking off, anything to keep someone around; especially someone who needed to do a heck of a lot of explaining to her. A small look of disappointment moved across her face as she watched him walk away. Was he really just going to leave? Leave her with these thoughts and the situation that just happened. She had so many questions she wanted answered.

Her mouth had opened slightly to call out to him as he turned around; to her enjoyment he took her hand and pulled her along to outside of the hallways. People had begun to file back into Oxford, completely unaware of what had transpired inside. “Yes!” She said, her voice sounding much more excited that she had hoped to lead on. But he was full of information, wisdom and was someone she could learn from; plus he was cute, that was a bonus in itself.

The run took them to an old fashion police box sitting in the grassy area of Oxford. “A police box?” She questioned as he let go of her hand and pulled out a key. When he introduced it as his spaceship, she shot him a look of ‘are you kidding me?’ that was mixed with excitement and curiosity. Slowly stepping passed him into the blue box she found herself stopping in mid step, gripping onto the railing bars inside as she looked around. Her jaw dropping open in shock, “You must be joking.” Spinning around she faced him standing in the door way, “This is bloody brilliant!” She said waving her hands and running them through her hair as she turned back around, making a small circle before facing back at him.

“Okay,” She began as she stopped, facing him again still standing on the ramp. Her hands released her hair and stretched out ripping onto the railing again. “I have to ask some questions. First off, what are Silurians? If you’re an alien, why do you look so human? What makes you an alien?” Her eyes shifted around the spaceship than looked back to him. “And why a police box?” Oh yes she was full of questions and many many more but can you really blame her?