Yesterday, Martha was just an ordinary medical student, living an equally ordinary life. Since then the hospital had been whisked to the moon and back, she’d met a nutty but gorgeous time and space travelling alien, and now here she was in a grimy little room centuries before her time, having just met William Shakespeare!
Head still whirling, she lay down on the small bed beside the Doctor, acutely aware of how close he was to her, and tried to sleep. This couldn’t be real.
‘I bet I’ll wake up tomorrow and find it was all just a weird dream.’