Falling. Hard. Reaching for the sky. Slipping. Falling. Then, nothing. The bliss of nothingness. The bliss of not falling. The bliss of blue.
I woke up with a spell of dizziness and a bit of vomiting. "Oh, boy. Where am I?" My words slurred and I felt like I was going to vomit again. A blue light shined in my eyes, and the nausea and dizziness passed. I was still lying on the ground and I looked at the people in the room with me. I was looking for a weak spot in their positions. I was a black belt in karate and they would know that soon enough.
The man was dressed so oddly. He had a trenchcoat that stretched all the way to his knees. His vest was dark navy blue and he wore red Converse.
The girl was dressed like she was from the 90's. She had a loose light blue sweatshirt and it hung oddly on her stomach. She had bell bottoms on. Bell bottoms!? Why? The worst thing that ever happen to fashion.
I was wearing a day dress, tight in the breast, and loose on the bottom. My honey curled hair fell softly on my shoulders. I wasn't, per say, a SLAVE to fashion. But, it was a pretty big part of my life. I had the ability to see a color matched with another and making that into an outfit.
I realized I was still lying on the floor. The man offered me a hand. "I'm the Doctor and this is Rose."
I took his hand, still keeping my eyes on the room.
There was a controller in the center of the room and I walked around it, noting each button and their positions. I could remember large maths and long stories in seconds. I had, what was called, a photographic memory.
"You can stop." The man said.
"Stop what?" My voice filled with false alarm. "I'm not doing anything!"
"Really? Ever since you got in the TARDIS, that's the name of my ship, you've been sizing me and her up."
"Her? You call this place a her? And this? This is not a ship! This is a room, with some buttons! That's all!"
The man smiled at the girl. Rose. They had some sort of relationship, maybe more than "just friends". She looked at him in a way no one ever did without emotions. And he just looked at his machine.
"If it's really 'just a room', why don't you open that door?" He looked at me expectantly.
I wasn't one to step away from a challenge. "Fine!" I snapped. I pointed to a door in the front. He nodded. I opened the door, and outside there was a new world.
I had seen pictures before, I had read the comments from astronauts. But it was nothing like that in real life. It was too beautiful for pictures. It was nothing like the comments. It was perfect.
(LINE SPACE)
"Okay, I'll play your little game. What do you want?" I started touching the buttons in the center. If I couldn't push his buttons, I'd push hers to Hell and back.
"What do you mean?" Rose answered my question to the man, the Doctor, with a question.
"Well, I could force you to take me home. I could put a knife to your neck right now, and have him take me home. But something is stopping me. You're not hostile, but you aren't human. You may be shapeshifters because you look human, but maybe you are drugging me. That would explain the vomit and the bright blue light." I was rambling and that was a weakness. I doubted they drugged me, but I wanted facts and logic. Logic is good. Logic is great.
"Let me re-introduce myself properly. I'm the Doctor. And this is Rose. Rose Tyler. I'm a timelord. I come from the planet Gallifrey. This is my ship. The TARDIS. That stands for Time And Relative Dimension In Space. And what you saw, was no drug. The bright blue light was my sonic screwdriver." He tapped a silver tube with a blue tip against his hand. Then, he shone the light.
"It looks like a knockoff lightsaber."
"A what?" He looked so confused.
"You know, lightsaber. From Star Wars, in a land far, far ago. In a galaxy far, far away?" I was a geek at times, and this was that time.
"That geeking movie that all the boys watch? That one?" Rose laughed at herself. "HA!"
In a motion smoother than Darth Vader cutting off Luke's hand, I was holding her neck. "Don't. Poke. The. Bear."