Day 1
My name is Martha Higgens. I don't remember how long I've been in here; all I know is that I'm stuck. There's this thing called the TARDIS, Time And Relative Dimension In Space. It looks like an ordinary old police box, but it's so much more. Why? Because it's bigger on the inside. But when I say bigger, don't just mean that you walk in and there is a control panel right there with lots of leg room. I mean that you can actually get lost in these hallways, as I have. And right now, I'm in the library. That's where I've been for a while now, I think.
Time is endless in here. I haven't seen the Doctor in minutes, hours, years, decades. I can't tell, and I can't tell if I've aged or not. I'm not hungry, and I'm never thirsty, but I guess that's just the TARDIS keeping me alive.
I live in the library now. That's the only thing I guess I can say; that I "live" here. But honestly, I haven't moved from here in…who knows how long? But only now am I deciding to write. For a while I just kind of wandered the hallways until it got to a point that I couldn't make my way back. The only place I could come back to was here, and I guess this is where I'm going to stay for a while.
I've read several books already. They're really different, but some I don't understand at all. I figured it must be the translation; seeing as most of these books are alien to me, they must be in a different language, and although the TARDIS interface must be trying hard to translate them for me, there are just some that just don't cut it.
I haven't found any books from Earth yet, or about humans. You think there would be, seeing as there is nearly every other race there could possibly be in these books. Like how there's this race called the Goethimidines. They're tiny little people with heads too big for their body. When they die, their head splits open and out comes a young Goethimidine. They only live for 24 hours; their biological programing makes a few years for us a second for them.
I get really lonely here sometimes. I really wish the Doctor hadn't left me…I wouldn't have had to hijack his TARDIS, but that's a different story…I have every confidence the Doctor will come looking for me once he finds out that I'm not safely tucked away in the year I'm supposed to be. But until that time comes, I've got a whole library to wander through.
