Once Robin and the Doctor had left Nitro stared after the two of them with curiosity. When they were finally out of sight, she crossed to her room, hopping over the blasted off door. Nitro's room was a mess, its walls were covered with posters, so much so that not one speck of what lay beneath could be seen, and there was chemistry equipment covering the shelves and desk. Amongst the tools on the desk was a PC computer with stickers littered about on its casing.<br/><br/>She started up the computer and sat down at the desk, rapping her fingers on the desk as she watched the screen boot up. She started up the internet and began to type out an email, all the time thinking about what she had just witnessed and the people she had met.<br/><br/>"The Doctor... the Doctor... the Doctor..." Nitro whispered as she rapidly typed on the keyboard. "I don't know you. We have never met," she hit enter and the message sent. "But... I know a lot about someone else."<br/><br/>Somewhere far away from Texas, a message bleeped on the screen of a smart phone. The owner raised it in front of her and looked at it curiously. They couldn't deny that it was the last text that they would have thought to receive from the young woman. Eccentric though she might be, what she asked of was something strange, something that they hadn't spoken of in a very long time.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>Tell me again about the Time Lord</em></div><br/><div align="center">---</div><br/>"So, you have clothes, cash, a mobile that can call me any time and a key to the TARDIS, just in case I loose the old girl," the Doctor spoke as he handed Robin the last of her luggage. "Which happens more than you think. Remind me to tel you about the Weeping Angels one day. They're very complicated bad guys."<br/><br/>They were stood in the car park of the University, parked between a large jeep and a big blue van, which the Doctor had insisted was a big improvement on the big creepy white van they had needed to drive during the war on Earth. The Doctor dusted his hands as he handed her the last bag and smiled at her before asking, "Are you sure you want to do this? You don't have to move in and start this whole...undercover schtick. There are easier ways of getting killed."<br/><br/>"We could fly into the heart of a black hole. We could go tell the Silurians that they're not allowed to live on Earth. We could even go to the French Revolution and get our heads chopped off," the Doctor said before his face suddenly lit up with excitement. "Hey, that's not a bad idea! Let's go to the French Revolution! We could see Marie Tussaud, one of the greatest wax work artists that ever lived. She could make my handsome mug and we could sneak it into the wax work museum in England!"