The uncertainty in Hermione's voice made her quickly offer a smile. "I swear I'm not mad, really. It all sounds like I should be sectioned some place or writing for the tell, but I'm not mental."

A pause, and then Martha slipped into the storyteller tone. "Well, when we looked out side, we saw that it wasn't noon and we definitely weren't in the middle of London anymore. Instead, when we looked out the window, we could see something very familiar indeed." Martha paused for a moment and then grinned, her voice dropping a bit low. "We could see the Earth from where we were, and the surface of the moon stretched out before us."

If Martha closed her eyes, it was something she would be able to picture with all of the vividness such a sight was due. Standing in Earth light wasn't something that most people had seen, and Martha had done it twice.

"Everyone was panicking. My mate freaked out, but I had figured out something very important. There was something keeping the air and heat in otherwise we already would have been dead. Then the Doctor showed up, dressed as I had seen him, and he told me that I was brilliant, and asked my name."