Anya, Dave's second neice, had grown tired of her little home and had finally decided to move. Less than a year old, and this would be her third home, not including the hospital in which she was born. Once again she decided to take her parents Ste and Jenny along for the ride. Well, someone had to look after them.
The new place was bigger with less rent and a moderately green neighbourhood. Anya had done well. She had her own room, which was connected to Ste and Jenny's one of cause, so she could keep them out of mischief, filled with all the latest technology. A talking teddy! Genius.
She had also created herself a darlek-davros-type walking machine, so she was mobile and her plans for world domination were well on there way.
And finally she had a cage to lock herself up in the living room...
strange child...
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