There was something about this Rodge which attracted Moreta to her.  She had almost asked the woman out for a drink, which was what she understood humans did.  Still, it was better to avoid entanglements.  She sighed and looked around her control room.<br/><br/>Her Tardis control room was mostly white walls, with depressed circles sporadically placed in them.  The center console was modern and efficient, without any of the eccentricities which some Tardises had been know to be built.  She wasn't entirely sure it was to her taste.  She had seen the human Victorian pictures and though that it would be quite nice to have that motif.  The Tardis was on loan though.  She had checked it out, and filed a flight plane, before leaving Gallifrey, as one did.  One simply did not take a Tardis and run away with it.<br/><br/>She paused before taking off, and decided to take one last glance at Earth, before heading back.  After all, what harm could there be?<br/><br/>As she ducked out into the park again, almost tripping over a quick moving squirrel, she spotted a figure moving along the sidewalk outside the park.  It was Rodge.  She was sure of it!  She found herself quickly and quietly following the human female.  There was not agenda in her mind, but simple curiosity.  It was, one of her professors said, both her best and her worst trait.<br/><br/>She watched the human female go down a pair of stairs, which lead down below the sidewalk.  Without considering if it were a good idea, she followed.<br/><br/>----------------------<br/><br/>In the tubes, they waited for the passengers to get on and off the trains, with plastic smiles on their faces, and name tags on their lapels.  They handed out tracts to anyone who would take one, speaking to the few who stopped to look at the tracts.  Most simply threw them away, or tucked them into a pocket or a purse, but some read them and were curious.  Emblazoned on the front of the tract was an Octagon and the words 'where will you spend eternity'.