The Doctor was sat in a large armchair in his study. As I walked in the door I saw he was reading a book. It was blue and had a three block square design on it. In the middle square there was a funny little symbol which I could only make out to be a fancy looking '8'. He didn't look up when I walked in just continued to stare at the book flipping through slowly. I decided that I'd sit in the only spare seat in the room, and did so, but fell straight through it onto my back.
'Better watch where you're sitting there matey!' he said to me 'Holographic chair...' he still hadn't looked up from his book. I got up and went outside. I came back with a chair I'd found in a closet down the corridor and sat on it, this time my sitting was successful.
'Why on earth do you need a holographic chair?' I said once sat down.
'We're not on Earth are we, Craig!' he looked up at me and grinned, then faced down to the book again.
'Still... holographic chair!? Why would you need one?' I said confused.
'What if I had... hologram visitors!' the Doctor said abruptly placing the book down on the shelf beside him. 'They'd need a place to sit!' he was agitated. He had been very upset the night he knocked on the door to our house. He asked to stay the night and me and Sophie agreed it would be okay.
It was the middle of September, two years after I last saw him. I was convinced the Doctor had died, I almost even forgot him at one point, as if he had never existed. But then out of nowhere, there was a knock on the door. Alfie, who had started walking and talking by then, walked with me up to the door and as I opened it he reached out and hugged the Doctor's leg. The Doctor picked him up and hugged him back. 'Hello Stormy, how are you?' he said.
I let him into the house and he told us about his friends Amy and Rory and how he needed someone to be with. We said he could stay for as long as he liked, and there was a spare room he could stay in. He said a spare room was not needed and walked out the door. Two seconds later he walked down our stairs.
'How the blazes did you do that?' Sophie asked in which he replied with a signal which meant to follow him. That's when we got to see the TARDIS, the time machine, the bigger-on-the-inside blue box. 'Oh my...' Sophie started. That was the first time the Doctor smiled since he arrived.
So for the last three weeks the Doctor had been living with us. There were both ups and downs to this. Ups; Alfie got to meet his godfather, it was nice to have him around and we got free transport to anywhere in time and space! Downs; both me and Sophie have jobs and so, we couldn't exactly 'babysit' him twenty-four-seven.
The Doctor seemed fine with it though and was happy to look after Alfie, or Stormy as he prefers to be called, instead of sending him to baby-care. He was so upset about the loss of his friends. Some nights we stayed up late and talked, he said that he blamed himself and that sometimes, just sometimes; he wants to travel back and go get them. I understood why he couldn't; I understood why he wanted too.
Then, two days ago, the Doctor decided to take us on a trip to Disneyworld, to say thank you. We packed our bags with most of our things, the Doctor said he wasn't sure how long they would be there for so just take the lot, and filled some rooms in the TARDIS. See, in the TARDIS there is a special hallway for bedrooms. It looked somewhat like an intergalactic hotel! We tried to enter room one, but it was locked. When we asked him about it, after moving into room 5 which turned out was more of a house than a bedroom, the Doctor said that it was out of bounds and we weren't allowed in there.
That's when it all went wrong. Well... I say wrong, but nothing bad happened. We were coming back from our trip to Disneyworld when all of a sudden I fell out of my bed. I tried to get up but the room was shaking, a lot! Once it had stopped the Doctor barged into the room ad told us that something had gone 'Funny-ry worry-ry' whatever that means, and that we were going to have to live with him for a while.
And so that brings us back to now. To me sitting through a holographic chair and hurting my bum. 'So, what are you reading?' I ask him, referring to the book in his hand.
'Oh, it's my diary! I write down important things in it. Things I should remember...' he trailed off. He grabbed a pen and scribbled something onto the paper. I asked to read some of it, an adventure he'd had maybe, but the only reply he gave me before going back to flicking through it was 'Spoilers.'