Rory stepped out of the TARDIS, looking at the dreary day he had arrived at.
It was one of those odd days, where it looked like it might rain, but it never would. Just the cast over sky, and the odd feeling in the air. Rory didn't mind, he loved days like that.
Shutting the TARDIS doors behind him, he quickly started searching for a coffee shop. A cup of hot cocoa would be nice.
Rory Arthur Williams was different from most Time Lords were, at least when there were other Time Lords. Most had traveled time and space like him, but while most used to love to go to new and far off places, with exciting creatures and aliens and all sorts of odd things, Rory was satisfied with much simpler things.
He was a not-quite-rainy day and hot cocoa kind of person.
Rory soon found a coffee shop, and he quickly placed his order. While he waited for his cocoa, he took a window seat, and stared out into the day. He had landed in a small town, sometime around the twenty-first century.
His name was soon called, and he payed for his drink and offered a small smile to the cashier, and then left, intent on heading back to the TARDIS.
However, something felt, well, not quite wrong, but not right either. Rory glanced around, making sure he was unnoticed, and quickly reached into an inside pocket he had in his jacket, and pulled out his sonic screwdriver. It was new, his old one had burned out just a little while ago, and Rory was a little bit excited to test it out.
Pressing a button on the screwdriver's side, he pointed it straight up into the air and tried to find the source of the weird feeling. The screwdriver pulled a little downwards, and then a little to the left, guiding Rory's hand. Then it stopped, pointing in the direction he needed to go.
Rory stopped pressing the button, and then took a sip of his hot cocoa as he began to walk. The feeling was simply odd, and his screwdriver hadn't alerted him that anything urgent was happening, so he felt no need to rush.
He walked for at least twenty minutes. He eventually arrived at an old, seemingly abandoned house, with the lawn uncut and the house in a general state of disrepair. Another check from his screwdriver told him he was in the right place.
The front door was locked, but that was quickly taken care of with his sonic screwdriver.
Rory walked in, noticing that the inside of the house was worse than the outside. The floorboards creaked loudly, paintings on the wall were either tilted or torn, and the wallpaper was tearing a bit around the edges. Rory clutched the paper cup holding his hot cocoa a little tighter. Old places had always gave him the creeps.
"Hello," he called out carefully.
Nothing happened, but he thought he heard a soft gasp from upstairs.
He moved to the staircase, slowly beginning to climb them.
"Um, is anyone there? I'm not going to hurt you or anything. I just sort of found this place, and I thought I'd look around," he said as he moved upwards, talking to the air.
The second level looked almost exactly like the ground floor. It too was empty.
Rory was about to begin looking through the rooms and took several steps forward, when he suddenly heard the creak of a misplaced step on floorboard behind him.
He spun around, and he saw only a flash of color before being whacked in the head by something hard.
Rory fell to the ground, and before falling unconscious, he saw his hot cocoa burst out of the paper cup and splatter across the floor.
