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Upon entering the building, sapphire and I were accosted by a security guard demanding to see our access badges.

"We're new," I said, "It's our first day."

"Ah," he replied, "You must be the new advertising team."

"Yes," I said, quickly trying to think of the most inconspicuous name to use as an alias, seeing as "The Madman" would likely raise a few suspicions...

"I'm Jurgen Nordflugadsendenflegson-Ramirez. And this is my assistant, Miss Sapphire....uhhh....Pussygalore."

"And how do you spell that?"

"Just as it sounds. Can you point me to the advertising office?"

The security  guard took us to a lift where we were taken to the tenth floor, walked by an aisle of desks, at one of which, sat the ginger Time Lady, now seemingly more awake,  drinking a can of something with the same logo from the side of the building. The tag on her desk read "Sally Kronus" and the quick perusal of her attire showed on her left wrist she wore a Gallifreyan Time Ring. We walked past her and she took no notice of us, obviously engrossed in the opening of what appeared to be the fourth can of this beverage today.

The advertising office was as one would expect an advertising office to be: filled with non-creative people in suits trying to be creative and fooling the masses into thinking they NEED the product being advertised. Generally, they fail miserably,as one thing most advertising executives require is the ability to view the world, indeed, the Whole Kind of General Mish-Mash in a way no one else could. Kind of like me.

So, for the next several months, sapphire and I made a TREMENDOUS amount of money working for this beverage firm, coming up with ideas such as having people compete amaturely made air crafts in something called a Flugtag, etc.

All this time, we waited for the TARDIS to self repair and keeping an eye on the so-called "Ms Kronus".

She had a very mundane routine. Coming in, daily, at the same time (7:30 AM), proceeding to drink can after can of this red-bull-labelled beverage, starting in a nigh-comatose state and, by noon, seemingly fully conscious. By the end of her day, it appeared she was vibrating at a level which may allow her to traverse dimensions on her own.

She continued this pattern for the full year sapphire and I were in Chicago. We never allowed her to see us, as she may have been sent by the High Council, or worse, the Celestial Intervention Agency to try to find us.

This continued until one morning, it was decided that the advertising team should go to the production floor to see how this drink was actually manufactured.

The team walked past Ms Kronus' desk at just the right time in her regimen for her to be looking up long enough to get a glimpse of me. I saw the glimmer of recognition in her face, but not QUITE grasping who I was or what I was doing there. I felt it best to not talk to her about it until after the work day was done. I didn't realize she'd gotten up to try to follow.

In the production area, sapphire and I were being shown the large vats of this beverage on the main floor level. From above, we heard the shout.

"It's YOU! I've FINALLY found you!"

Looking up, I saw Ms. Kronus standing on the rail of one of the catwalks above the vats, trying to get a good look at me.

Unfortunately, in her excitement, she slipped and flipped into an open vat of this beverage.

The manufacturing was shut down and she was fished out of the vat, but by that time, she was already gone.

Looking at her lying on the floor in front of me, I wasn't exactly certain how to handle this. I knew she was a Time Lady, and if anyone tried to examine her (assuming this was her last regeneration), questions would be asked.

If it WASN'T her last regeneration, I wasn't certain it was wise for me to stick around. The question proved moot as two things happened at once

First, Ms Kronus' regeneration began.

At the exact same time, I hear the sounds of a TARDIS materializing above me.

As the energy exploded from the regenerating Time Lady, the now, paradoxically flying post box was drawing in the excess.

I watched the features of her change.

Her hair and eyes darkened and lengthened. Her size decreased, and she became leaner.

And black, ethereal wings sprouted from her back due to a reaction Gallifreyans seem to have from high exposure to the ingredients to this beverage (which is why it's banned on Gallifrey)

In surprise, I shouted "Great Rassilon! This stuff gives you WINGS! "

As I could tell people were starting to turn toward her, I needed to react quickly, so I activated her Time Ring, allowing her to fade out and return to its point of origin.

At this point, I grabbed sapphire and ran.