Taylor Hale

Taylor skipped around her little lounging area humming against the strong sound of her favorite song 'Carmen'. Noises of the Dalek's outside her compartment started blaring up.

In a moment of panic, she ran over to the pieces of wood along the walls and nailed them hurriedly onto the door. Preventing any from getting in. As Taylor banged the last number of nails into the wood she breathed a sigh of relief.

Taylor had long blonde hair. Her blue eyes was with sadness as she feels along. She's been on her own for a long time now. No family or friends left, it was just her now. Taylor took a step back from the steel door and observes her masterpiece. She groaned with a small smile.

Taylor picked up the small tape recorder from the small table and clicked it on. "Day three six three. The terror continues," Taylor grinned, speaking in a very creepy voice. She went back to her normal voice, "Also, made another soufflé, very nearly. Check defences. They came again last night. Still always at night," Taylor said. Taylor's eyes widen, "Maybe they're vampires," She suggested with a laugh.

Taylor glanced at the calendar beside her and gasped. "Oh, and it's my mum's birthday. Happy birthday, mom," She said to the recorder sadly. Then she started to grin. "I did make you a soufflé. But unfortunately, I had to eat them all, they were just too good not to be eaten," She said with a laugh.

Taylor jumped slightly as there were bangs on the doors. "You will let us enter! We will enter! We will enter!" The Dalek's screaming. Taylor moved over slightly to her desk were her music was playing, turning it up to drown the sound of the Dalek's.

Taylor always dreamed of the day when someone would come and save her. She couldn't help but to think that help was going to come soon. Taylor closed her eyes and slipped into darkness, hugging her pillow listening to the steady of 'Carmen'.

...

The next morning Taylor was dancing, placing a red flower in her blond hair. She nodded her head to the beat as she finished her drawing. It was weird. She drew a man with soft brunette hair.

A man she had never seen before in her life.

The man's eyes were filled with sadness and love. Taylor frowned as she looked at the finished product. It was like she knew him, but she couldn't remember him. Who was he?

Suddenly, a male's voice came through the speaker, startling Taylor. "Hello? Hello? Carmen, hello?" Taylor looked up sharply and her face bloomed into a hopeful smile, she ran over to her controls while nearly tripping on stuff.

"Hello?" Taylor asked. "Come in. Come in. Come in, Carmen," The male voice said. "Hello!" Taylor shouted in glee into her microphone. "Yes. Do you read me?" Taylor asked as she turned off the music so they could hear each other.

"Yes, you loud and clear. Identify yourself and report your status," The male voice said. "Are you real?" Taylor asked nervous. She was hoping she wasn't dreaming and not going crazy from being along for so long. "Are you actually, properly, real?"

The man chuckled from the other end. "Yes, confirmed. Actually, properly, real," He said. Taylor smiled and straightened herself up, she spoke in her formal and identity voice. "I'm Taylor Hale, a junior entertainment officer, starship Alaska." She looked around her briefly.

"Current status, crashed and shipwrecked somewhere not nice. Been here a year, rest of the crew missing. Provisions good but keen to move on." She was leaning against her control chair.

"A year?" The man asked, shocked. How could someone survive the Dalek's a year? "Are you okay? Are you under attack?" He asked, concerned.

Taylor nodded but then shrugged. "Some local life forms. Been keeping them out," She said. "Do you know what those life forms are?" He asked, curiously. Taylor nodded, even though the man couldn't see her. "I know a Dalek when I hear one, yeah."

There was a moment of silence. He still seemed to be a little shocked she was still alive. "What have you been doing on your own against the Daleks for a year?" He asked.

Taylor frowned. "Making soufflés. They're my favorites," She said. She didn't see it but the man on the other side of the speaker tensed. He remembered that was Jennifer's favorites too.

The girl he was talking to really did sound like her too, but it was impossible. Jennifer was dead. He processed what she just said and had the look of a question on his face before speaking, "Soufflés? Against the Daleks? Where'd you get the milk?"

Taylor gasped when the screens started to fizz up. "No! Hello? Hello?" She called. She quickly ran over to her control and started to play with them. "No. Come on," She begged as she tried to get back to connection. She wasn't going to lose her last hope.