The next morning, Girlie looked like a zombie. She hadn't slept any that night. She eventually gave up on sleep and wandered to the library. She knew the TARDIS had one, but she never got the chance to venture through the labyrinth the TARDIS was and locate it. When she had, she felt… disappointed...
The library wasn't the size she was expecting. Not at all. She knew it was supposed to contain every book in creation, past, present, and future. But it was tiny. There was a fireplace, a coffee table, a love seat, a recliner, and a small shelf that was connected by some black wires to a screen.
"Every book in creation" made Girlie think tall shelves in a room the size of three Buckingham Palaces.
Not itty bitty room with a small shelf that couldn't fit more than ten books.
Girlie took some steps to the screen and tapped a little magnifying glass. A keyboard popped up, and she typed in "Harry Potter," the first thing to come to mind.
Immediately, the shelf next to her dropped seven books. A closer look made Girlie realize what happened.
Oh. Bigger on the inside.
The binding on the seven books read from Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone all the way to Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Each book. Each of J.K. Rowling's masterpieces.
I. Am. Never. Leaving. This. Room.
She took a book from the shelf and sat down on the love seat. She kicked her feet up on the table, crossing her ankles. The fireplace began to light, like it sensed her presence. "Awesome," she whispered as the flame burned a TARDIS blue.
She opened the book, thinking to herself, This is just what I needed to calm down. I just need to lose myself in Hogwarts and forget.
She peered at the page and smiled at the words she knew by heart.
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Pivet Drive, were proud to say they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.
The time passed quickly for Girlie, her nose stuck in the book.
Friday was an important day for Harry and Ron. They managed to find their way to the Great Hall without getting lost once.
She was yanked back into the dreariness of the Muggle world by a voice. "G- Girlie?"
Girlie turned towards the voice and saw Billie. She was a mess. Her usually sleek, beautiful hair was tangled. She looked like she had been crying. The biggest clue that something was wrong was her stance. She usually stood up straight. She usually held her head high with her shoulders back.
Now, her shoulders were crouched forward and her gaze was at the ground. "I've been looking for you. C- Can we talk?"
"Of course," Girlie answered, placing her book (reluctantly) on the coffee table. She patted the loveseat, and Billie slouched in it, as opposed to her usual erect way of sitting. "What is it?" Girlie tried to keep her hazel eyes on her friend, but she let them move to the book.
"Come back to Hogwarts," it begged.
Ignoring the call, she turned her attention to Billie. "Say that again please. I wasn't focusing."
"I haven't said anything yet. If you don't want to-"
"No! I am here for you." Girlie grinned, trying to push Harry Potter completely out her mind. Out with Harry, in with Billie. Out with Harry, in with Billie.
Billie pulled a strand of hair at her face, and she said the words that startled Girlie enough to make her wonder why Billie decided to tell her first. The news was big, and she didn't quite know how to handle the two words. Other than staying strong for the poor woman, bawling next to her, she had no idea what to do, but the words echoed in her ears.
At first, Girlie was surprised. Billie didn't have a boyfriend or anything. Then, she recalled what Billie had told her long ago. Rassilon... The unwanted "boyfriend..." The one who used her as a little toy...
But why tell me? I can't help you. I can't even help myself half the time.
Why tell anyone? He's going to kill that child. Just like he did with the other eight hundred.
Billie burst into tears, and Girlie momentarily wondered if Billie had read her thoughts. She wouldn't put it past her. She didn't have the time to worry about her mind's security; Billie threw her arm around Girlie, sobbing.
"I just don't know what to do! He's going to kill it. He always does! And I don't want him to!"
Girlie held her close, making quiet, soothing noises as she cried. She knew the truth there was no help for the little one. As soon as Rassilon found out, Billie would no longer be with child.
David was working on a panel on the TARDIS console, concentrating on finding just the right way - just the right way - to gain access. When he heard the voice behind him say "David," he was yanked out of his area of concentration like a yo-yo being jerked up on the string.
Considering how important what he was doing was, he was rather uncharacteristically harsh when he snapped at the voice behind him, "WHAT?!"
David whirled around to face the voice who turned out to be Bill. "Don't distract me from important things for nothing! What do you want?!"
"I just need to know if you've seen Billie. She's not in her room."
Turning back around to his work, David answered, "She came here a while ago, looking for Girlie. 'Knowing her, she's either in the wardrobe or the library,' I told her. Find the new Tennant, you should find Billie."
"Oh. Thanks." He didn't leae though, too curious on what David was doing.
A long silence passed where the only movement was David's careful fingers on the buttons of a panel. Then David laughed happily and yelled, "Yes! Time Lord Victorious!" He flicked a switch, and the TARDIS made her loud noise as she moved to a new place.
"Where are we?"
"They thought they could deadlock us out, but they can't. No. I got around the codes. He's going down this time."
Bill repeated his words. "Where are we?"
"Find everyone. Now. Assemble the troops!"
"David! Where. Are. We?!"
David grinned. "I got us in the Timescape."