The Escapist - Nightwish

For as long as Jenny had been alive, she had never been one to ignore a signal for help. It might not have been saying much; after all, she had only known life for four months now. But to Jenny, it meant something. It was a part of who she was, a part of who her father was: not human, like so many she encountered of same anatomical structure. Different. Other.

A Timelady.

A title and a species that meant the universe to her because it was the only thing she really knew aside from her inheritance. And even then, there was so little that Jenny felt she actually knew about her father's people. If it bothered her to no end, and of course it did, she never let it show. But there were some things Jenny was certain of. Being a Timelady meant having two hearts. It meant having a better lung capacity than most people. It meant living even when she had died and it meant knowing things that others didn't sometimes.

( And it meant saving any and all individuals in trouble. It’s what Dad did, after all. )


[ooc: much, much thanks to rude_not_ginger, eleventh_doctor, and clever_wanderer for the various help in putting together this response]

Jenny tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for the TARDIS (what did a TARDIS look like, anyway?) to show up. She was almost certain that she was at the right coordinates even if there was a sliver of doubt. After all, she had landed on a planet that seemed to be one giant shopping mall.

What danger could there be on a shopping planet?

She sighed and looked down at the computer screen she carried with her, double checking that she was in the right place. Yeah. Sure enough she was.

Now she only needed her father to show up.