In a way, Martha felt bad. Being laid bare like this clearly wasn't all that comfortable for John, but this was also something that he'd suggested, so he must have realized what he was getting into.

As far as she was concerned, anyone who'd been here in Wonderland for as long as Blake had was probably prepared for just about anything a trip with the Doctor might have to offer. Not that Wonderland covered all of it, but it taught a person to be adaptable, which was really the main requirement for being a companion.

She was fascinated by how different pieces from their memories melded together in this place. She saw traces of London here and there, and her mother's home even made an appearance right before the blizzard started up.

What was this all about? Martha took note of the door as her nightingale copied the robin and flew in close against her for warmth. Martha crossed her arms over her chest to converse some heat and then peered over at John.

He really wanted her to visit him? Martha's lips widened out into a smile. "I would love to! If anything, hearing about people's homes here makes me miss the way I used to travel around." She didn't know if she'd ever be able to find Gotham, but it was something she was going to try and keep in mind.

As she started marching up toward that door, she let the robin's words register. Did it really mean...?

"Is that your full name?" she asked after a pause.