Chapter 1

The sun is at its peak radiating its relentless shine, bearing down on the green-yellow grassy ground. The scattered clouds were hanging overhead, drizzling in rapid outburst on and off happening as if at random. Near the field a road where the occasional car would pass by people on the run; hurrying, hardly stopping. In the distance, unnoticeable to those who aren't trying to notice but still there lies a body, still, dead-like but far from it.

"ooh my head… where am I? grassy field, concrete road from the looks of it… hhmm 21 century earth! I better make sure… no… I need to find someone, no I need my tardis…where is my tardis?!"

"hhmm a road well the probability of a car passing is pretty good and inside a car should be a person… I hope."

And so the man waits and he waits and he checks his pockets. Then he sits down on the grass and lays them out, he studies the items some he can recall what they are. He holds up his sonic screw driver, turns it on and off. Then he glances at the blank piece of paper tucked in a flippy foldy case, strange its blank… he looks at his key and his mood deepens, he moves on to prehaps the strangest item of all a lone ripe banana. Before he can dwell on item he hears something.

"finally a car…" "Ey horrible mind, mind telling me what year it is?"

"Horrible mind eh? little too young for that, that's for people my age I'm nearly 70 years old now that's an excuse for having a bad mind!"

"Yes yes that's all nice but I need to know the year please!"

"hmm alrighty then its 2012 last time I checked…where you headed to?"

The question takes the man by surprise; he can hardly remember a thing. He tries to think but the memory comes in a distorted fashion.

"that's funny how the brain forgets… that feeling like you know but you don't know and you're like 'arrgghh'."

"Sure Alzheimer's! I suppose that I'll be meeting him sometime soon!

The old man chuckles mostly to himself. He stares at the strange mans face, his eyes they are confused. He looks like he's been through hell, his clothes are all ragged, cut and scorched in several places. He can almost see his shoes name brand by the looks of it black and worn; the shoes have been used that's for sure! The young mans face, deep in thought as if he solving a difficult calculation. He doesn't know if the man is serious or just taking him for a fool, but he looks sincere, he could just be a good actor but then again what's life without a little faith.

"Tell you what mate ill take you into the city, heading that way, Ill be more than happy to take you."

"Oh! Good a ride with a stranger haven't done that in a while. It's weird I'm usually the conductor…I really need to find my tardis.."

"your what? Tardisc? One of those fancy new machineries I suppose! Couldn't ever keep up all these new machines there almost alien to me!"

Well its sort've kind of like my transportation device and yes I suppose in a way it is more alien that you could imagine!"

"so tell me what's your name mysterious stranger?"

"aah the question of the day I'm sure you might have a better clue than I."

"so you honestly don't remember… well how bout profession do you know that?"

"profession? I know that I travel, how about you what do you do?"

"me well I'm retired now but when I was young and …well… young, I was a doctor!" "But that's all dust in the past."

"Doctor! Yes of course how stupid of me! Doctor! Ah happy times, happy times indeed! that's my name… or at least what I'm called!"

"a man of medicine and of travel dear me your turning out to be quite the interesting man. Yes I once went to a beautiful village in México to do some work. Wonderful people the Mexicans..." "So doctor what?"

"just the doctor… as far as I can remember… which isn't much but.. Yeah.. just the doctor."

The old man says nothing just looks at him and grins and big wide grin.

"is this today's paper?"

"ay that it is, its local, small little printing press back in my town, news isn't too fancy but it makes the day easier. Tell you though there sure is a lot of commotion bout this mysterious box floating around all of London! Darn thing just floats around no special route just here and there."

"… yes that would attract staring eyes, blasted thing must be malfunctioning its supposed to be less… well noticeable. Can you take me to it?"

The old man pays no mind for the radio suddenly turns on and off. He bangs it's a couple times.

"What? Take you too it? Hah! Need to see with your own eyes to believe it huh? In fact that's where I'm off too, that and catch something good too ea…"

Black

When the doctor comes to he's still in the car, it appears that they crashed. Hit a ripped tire and the old man must of lost control of the wheel, ran into a sign or something. He takes off his seat belt and checks the old man for a pulse.

"dear me how unfortunate. Wow! Just my luck…"

He stops he looks at the man's neck its red. The print of fingers is still red and its fresh his faces a light shade of purple… almost as if…

"What? The seat belt couldn't have caused this. Its impossible there are clear signs of a hand… but his hand? Not likely in fact very unlikely… but"

He gets out of the car, he falls onto all fours and gags. He takes in account the situation, there were hands around the mans neck , he thinks about any possible explanation for it but he keeps coming down to one. He did it. But how, its impossible but there is the evidence right there. He gets up and stares at the man and deep back in his brain, way far almost not even there he hears it .

"Exterminate."

"I'm going crazy, I'm hearing voices and not just any voice its familiar… the shock it has to be the shock. Yes that's it my mind it making up voices." "ohh but I know that's not true… I have to leave, I have to get to the tardis… I have to… I have to remember." "maybe the tardis will hold more for me, maybe.. but the old man I can't just leave him here." "I'll bring back help I'll inform the authorities you'll have a proper burial, I promise."

But the old man's charismatic respond will never comes. He just stares at the doctors with unforgiving eyes. The doctor takes the newspaper hoping that it will have a more specific direction and he sets off for London. The sign that they crashed into reads that it's close.

"I'll have to walk the rest of the way."

He looks at the cars and considers it. He decides not to its not likely that the dead will come back but then again stranger things have happened to him, in this day alone.