Cassandra.

Meeting her again certainly wasn't on your to-do list. And getting posessed by her wasn't either.

After accepting the Doctors offer to go with him in the TARDIS, you both went to New Earth, New New York. A ridiculous name, yes.

But now.. God, seeing her again as that strange flap of skin held together by machines, demanding her golem Chip to moisturise her.. You couldn't wait to get out.

Fool. You're a fool for backing up like that.

You can still see out of your own eyes, but your body isn't yours any longer since she trapped you and transferred her mind and soul into yours.

"How does she speak..?"

You, or.. Your body demands to know. Chip flinches "Old english, cockney ma'am."

He's so eager to please her, gosh. She strides through the halls, walking nothing like you usually would. Far too much strut as she grins.

"Time to find our doctor."