This is the story of how I met my grandfather - though I don't think he knows who I am - and began travelling with him and his mad, wonderful box. But first, a little about me. My name is Anna Vincent. My mother's name is Jenny and my father's name is Simon. I've never met any of my grandparents, though mum used to tell me amazing stories about her dad. I was never told what happened to her mum, but I think I understand now. Anyway, mum would tell me bedtime stories about her adventures before she had met dad, and if I was especially good, she would pull out stories about her father, the Doctor. I had asked about his name on several occasions but had always been met with the same answer: the Doctor. I understand that now, too.
My dad is a writer and he would say that the story should be told logically from beginning to end. I think that's boring and why can't we just skip to the exciting parts, but it would mean a lot to him, so I'll go back and start at the beginning.
I would start off by telling you how long ago this event happened, but travelling in the TARDIS has a way of messing with your concept of time. I'm glad I have the chance to write this all down, which is weird because I've never been one for much writing. I guess dad's gotten to me after all.
Anyway, finally things have slowed down enough for me to take the time to explain how I got here - I should take a moment and tell you that we are in the home of Professor J.R.R Tolkien who is like one of my favourite authors of ever (which really takes on a whole new meaning now that I've seen so much more of the Universe). Yeah, I might have mentioned it at some point and now the Doctor has decided that after our last…"adventure" we needed a break. The Professor has been such a sweetheart too, like a real normal grandpa instead of one who's idea of fun is taking you to see the five moons of Serenity only to be taken prisoner (which means being eaten) on moon number four - Pax . Granted, it was pretty cool and I like a little danger as much as the next girl, but the Professor spent the evening telling us stories about his new book - The Hobbit. He explained all about Bilbo's adventures, but how he was stuck for how to get the down-to-earth Hobbit out of his comfy life and into the quest with the Dwarves. The Doctor may have helped him out with that slightly. (He's referred to himself as a 'space Gandalf' more than a few times…)
But yeah, so the Professor took off with the idea of a wizard showing up and just shoving Bilbo out the door, which is kind of the coolest thing that's happened so far. Okay, I could keep freaking out about how awesome this is, but the main thing is that we were invited to stay the night and now I'm in a bedroom in the home of J.R.R Tolkien writing down my own story that I should probably get on with and not keep rambling about.
Right, I was talking about when exactly all of this started. Well, it might have been a few weeks ago or it might not have happened yet, depending on how you look at it. Either way, it happened and that's the important bit.
Up until this event, I was a university student in my first year at an old college in an even older city. Up until this event, I had never heard of the Weeping Angels.
Aaand, of course I was just told to turn out the light. I mean, seriously? Alright, it'll have to wait for the morning…and I was just getting into it too. Ah well. Everyone likes cliffhangers, right?
