The universe.
A vast amount of space inhabited by vast amounts of planets, consolations, and, though some don't believe it, living creatures. Creatures not so different from us humans. Some are large, some small. Some cruel, and some impossibly kind. Some who have no sense of right and wrong, and some whose souls are tortured with the constant wonder if they are truly doing the good they want to be.
This man, this impossible man, was small and large and amazingly kind, but most of all, he was constantly tortured by his own soul.
Though he needn't be.
He needn't be at all.
I sneered down at my computer which, once again, decided to fizzle out on me. And of course, it had to decide to do so when was in the middle of writing my final Chemistry report.. The one I was doing months in advance, because I have no friends since everyone here dislikes me. You would think that by our age they would have grown up some, but considering that most of the student body here only got in because mommy and daddy paid heaps of money to the school board (unlike me, who worked my ass off to get into this school), mostly under the table, they had nothing to lose. Wherefore I have everything to lose.
Well, not everything.
Okay everything. Which is not much, considering I can't even afford a proper laptop.
I bent down and gently banged my head on the key board. I guess I should be pleased I wrote the essay down on paper before I typed it, but I was in 3 pages already.
I sighed and leaned back on my bed.
I guess the perk of being poor is that I get a dorm room to myself. Everyone else is either in a fraternity of sorts, or living in a posh apartment. So little people actually live in this dorm that they can have one to a room instead of two, which works out fantastically for me since I have no friends and I would rather live in a cupboard under the stairs like Harry Potter then live with a Paris Hilton impersonation.
A bad Paris Hilton impersonation.
I closed my eyes and tried to calm my irritation at the world (mainly the faction of the world that made this computer that would make a better brick to bludgeon myself with the write with).
Think of some of your favorite things, Freya, just like mother used to say. You think of your favorite things when you're mad or scared to make you feel better. Let's see.
Puppies.
Bunny rabbits.
Scotland in the spring time.
When my laptop works.
Men in nicely tailored suits.
Full heads of hair you can run your fingers through.
Time.
Space.
Crazy men with blue police boxes.
Wait, what?
I opened my eyes, my brows furrowed with confusion, and almost fell off my bed at the sight I beheld.
A bright blue-ish white ball of, what I can only assume was energy, floated in front of me face.
Every particle in my being told me to be scared, but I just….couldn't be. I don't know why, I just felt….safe.
I felt like I was home.
The ball reared back and threw itself into my chest, knocking me off my bed and onto the floor.
Images flashed through my head.
Gallifrey.
Time lords.
The TARDIS.
Rose.
Martha.
Sarah-Jane.
Time.
Space.
The infinite universe.
The doctor.
Our thief.
I eyes whipped open, my lips parted in shock and awe.
The Doctor, My thief.
I need to find him.