I peered around the corner, where Rose and The Doctor stood, dressed and waiting. They were in fifties style clothing, and I had gelled up the doctor's hair.
"You better not laugh at me." I warned. My dark hair was curled. I had on a blue and white stripped button up dress and a sweater.
"We won't." Rose said. I stepped out, keeping my hand on the wall. They stared at me.
"What?" I asked.
"You look beautiful." The Doctor said, walking forward and taking my hand.
"Thank you." I said.We walked out of the TARDIS, the Doctor still holding my hand.
"I thought we'd be going to the Vegas area."Rose stated."You know, the white flares and the...grr...chest hair."
"You are kidding, aren't you? IF you want to see Elvis you'd have to go to the late fifties. Before burgers. That's when he rode out of the TARDIS on a moped. I laughed.
"Are you going my way,doll?" He asked in a really bad Elvis impression.
"Is there any other way to go, daddy-o?" Rose asked in an American accent, putting on a pair of pink sunglasses.
"I don't see how we can all fit on this." I said.
"Come on Katherine, your no fun." The Doctor teased. I glared at him.
"I am too." I smiled and walked over to him, sitting on his lap. He put his hands on my waist and I put my hands on the handles.
'What are the flags for?" Rose asked.
"Guys, this is nineteen fifty three." I said. They looked confused. "The coronation of queen Elizabeth?"
"Oh, of course, how could I have forgotten." I turned and saw someone being forced out of a house with a bag over their head.
"Somebody help! Ted!" A woman called from the door. A little boy left from another house.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"It must be Mr. Gallagher. It's the televisions. They're all turning into monsters."
"Tommy!" A man with a mustache yelled. "Not one word. Get inside now."
"Sorry, better do what he says." We hopped on the moped and chased after the car. We drove around the corner to see just a wall and some people with carts. Where could they have gone?
"Maybe we should go talk to the neighbors." Rose suggested.
"That's what we like about you. The Domestic approach."
"Thank you. Wait, was that an insult?" The Doctor sped off, almost knocking Rose and I off. We stopped and rang the doorbell of the boy's house. The door opened.
"Hi!" We all said cheesily at the same time.
"Who are you, then?" The man from earlier asked. I looked at him and took the psychic paper.
"We represent Queen of country! Just checking up on the subjects of the forthcoming majesty before the big day."
"Don't mind if we come in? No didn't think you did. Thank you." We pushed past him and into the house. We walked into the livign room. "Not bad, very nice! Very well kept. I'd like to congratulate you Mrs...."
"Now then, Rita, I can handle this. This man's a proper representative. Don't mind my wife, she rattles on a bit."
"Excuse me, sir. I believe I was talking to her, not you. Therefore, you are encouraged to hold you tongue." I said. "And may I ask why the flags aren't flying?"
"There you are Rita. I told you, get them up! Queen and Country."
"I'm sorry." Rita replied.
"Mr. Connolly! You do have hands and are perfectly capable of doing it your self. Why is that her job."
"And house work is our job?" I asked, offended.
"Sir, the queen is a woman. Are you suggesting the queen does the housework?" I asked.
"Then get to work." The Doctor handed him the flags. We sat down on the couch and Rose in a chair.
"I'm Katherine Green, and this is the Doctor and Rose. And, you are?" I asked the boy.
"Well sit yourself down, Tommy. Have a look at this. I love Telly, don't you?"
"Yeah I think it's brilliant." He told the Doctor.
"Good man. Keep working, Mr. C! Now, why don't you tell me what's wrong?"
"Did you say that he was a doctor?" She asked me. I nodded. "Can he help her? Oh please, can you help her Doctor?"
"Now, Rita. I don't think the gentleman needs to know."
"Oh, I think the gentleman does." The Doctor shot back.
"Tell us wrong and we can help." Rose added. Rita started crying and I hugged her.
"It's alright." I said.
"Hold on a minute. Queen and Country is one thing but this is my house. What the...what the heck am I doing? Now you listen here Doctor. You may have fancy qualifications, But what goes on under my roof is my business."
"All of these people are being bundled int-"
"I am talking!"
"AND WE'RE NOT LISTENING!" I yelled standing up and getting in his face. "You are staring into a deep, dark pit of trouble if you don't let us help. So I'm commanding you, sir, Tell me what is going on!" Before he could answer, we heard a thumping coming from upstairs.
"She won't stop." Mr. Connolly said. "She never stops."
" We started hearing stories all around the place. Of people changing. Families keeping it secret because they were scared. Then the police started finding out. We don't know how. No one does. They just turn up, come to the door, and take them. Any time of the day or night."
"Show us." I said.
They opened the door slowly, a creak emanating from it's hinges.
"Gran? It's Tommy. It's alright Gran I've brought help." An elderly woman stood by the window. It was dark so we couldn't see her. They turned on the lights and I covered my mouth with my hand.
The old lady had no face.