Author's notes Abbie's POV No One's POV
"So Abbie, what happened to you? When you were growing up, how did you find me," Jack asked softly, his arm around her shoulders.
Abbie took a deep breath, "It started like this...
Here I was, again, soaking wet, starving, like a stray dog out on the streets. My foster parents kicked me out, these ones were alcoholics, the ones before them drug addicts, the ones before them just plain mean. The rain is falling harder now, and I can hear thunder in the distance, see the lighting miles away.
I've no idea where I am now, I'm simply walking through fields of crops, searching for some farmer's wife to take me in for the night. Why was my life this way? I'm so young, just over fourteen. That's when I ran into it, a shed in the middle of a field of corn. I pushed the door open and stepped inside.
And ran right back out.
The shed was bigger on the inside and beautiful but so, so alien. I stepped back in and I heard a loving hum being produced from a column in the center of the room, whatever it was.
I felt as though I'd stepped into the forest. Tree like columns stood around the dome shaped room and reached up to the ceiling. Green beautiful leaves covered the ceiling and sunlight fell through the spaces, and the whole room just had a pleasant glow. It smelled like spring and fall and rain all at once and the floor looked like grass. I bent over and touched it, soft grass that had ends that tickled my fingers. Benches sat round the great column in the middle that were made of willow, so delicately turned and assembled it looked like your breath might shatter it. The column gave another hum and I noticed for the first time that the whole thing was covered in ivy leaves. I heard a key slide into a lock, the door pushed open. I dove under the grassy platform the column sat on and held my breath.
A head popped over the edge, "What're you doin' hidin' under there? Come on up! I'd love to meet'cha."
I crawled out and brushed blades of grass from my pants, climbing up onto the platform. The man shook my hand joyously, "Hello young lady, I'm the Professor, who're you?"
"Professor what?"
"Professor nothin', you see, I'm not a professor, I'm the Professor."
"Well, hello then Professor, I'm Abigail Hall."
"Nice to meet'cha Abbie."
"No, no, Abigail, not Abbie."
"Well, I've officially given you a nickname then Abigail."
I sighed, I hate it when people call me Abbie.
"So Abbie I'd very much like for you to go travelin' with me, all through time and space but first I need to explain some things. One, this is the TARDIS, time and relative dimension in space. You be nice to'er and she'll be nice to you. Two, you have to do anythin' I say. I won't treat you like a maid or nothin' but if we're in a tight spot and I say run, you run. I'll be fine, it's you I'm worried about. Three, if you ever wanna stop, just say the word and I'll take you home. Got it?"
I nodded, "So I can stay here?"
"Of course you can! Now, time for the grand tour!"
So this is the first installment of Abigail's tale, and if you want to see what the Professor looks like go to IMDB and search Alec Guinness, it's his main picture.
The Professor thrust open the doors, "Welcome to Barcelona Abbie! The dogs here haven't got any noses!"
I looked around in wonder at all of the strange people buzzing about, laughing and happy and well fed. My stomach growled long enough for the Professor to hear and he laughed before dragging me to a stand that sold bright green baked potatoes
