[Set in the time between The Last of the Time Lords and the Christmas specials]
Lucy sat on the lawn of her father's house and sipped pimms with cucumber threw a straw. It was pinky coloured and the green set off nicely with a country feel one could never imagine in the city. She crossed her legs in her white muslin dress, pushing her blonde hair back behind an ear.
This was the life. Nothing could bother her now.
Lucy blinked and slowly opned her eyes.
Her prison cell was still there after all. She sighed and began counting the bricks again. She wondered when visiting time would be, her question was answered by a knock on the door. She would have 2 hours to see anyone who cared enough to visit her in this hole. Two whole hours to hold stare out of the window whilst others looked at her wondering what she was in for. Since everyone had forgotten the year where she was queen of earth, she had been accused of murder. The murders of Vivian Rook and Harold Saxon, funny really. She sighed to herself, waiting to be led out to her table.