Disclaimer: "Battlestar Galactica" is created by Glen A. Larson. "Doctor Who" is owned by BBC. This story's narrator is mine.
"Hey! Wake up!" I heard a voice call to me.
I rubbed my eyes as I tried getting up: "Doc, I only just got here."
I heard a chuckle: "You've been asleep for hours."
Hearing that, it shook me awake: "What?"
I looked at my watch, and came to the conclusion he was right.
"We just materialized." the Doctor said, "You may be interested in seeing this."
He left the room, long before I even took the time to get out of bed.
It was funny, I returned to the room where I have my first memory of being inside the Tardis, thought I'd rest for a few minutes, only to wake up and hear I've slept for hours. Once I had gathered myself a little, I could follow the Doctor, back to the control room.
"Here's irony." I started, "I'm in a time machine, yet I seem to have no sense of time."
"Neither do I, apparently." the Doctor replied, having this worried look on his face.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Either I misread my instruments earlier..." the Doctor explained, "... or the Tardis traveled to another time when I wasn't looking. Either way, we're not in the same time we were when I woke you up."
"Does the Tardis have a mind of its own?" I asked.
"Yes, it does seem that way sometimes." the Doctor replied, casually.
"Now you're telling me." I began wondering if I did right in joining the Doctor in his journeys.
"But even if it took off while I was away..." the Doctor explained, while he pressed a few buttons, "... I'd notice a change in my console's settings.
Upon saying that, he looked at a screen. I followed his example. What I saw looked like a storage closet, which held what looked like spacesuits.
"Curious." the Doctor said, "But that's the exact same room I landed in. Looks like we moved through time, but not space."
There was only one conclusion I could draw: "Did we land inside another time machine?"
"Could be." the Doctor said, "But we won't know for sure by staying here."
Without further ado, the Doctor already made to leave. I'll admit to being afraid of leaving, especially since the Doctor made it seem like there was a huge mystery which he didn't completely understand yet. But if I didn't let fear stop me from joining him on this trip, why should it now? I tried to gather up however few courage I still had left, and followed the Doctor.