I Knew the Doctor: Part 1
It was a warm day in my small town. I was walking down the street; just as I do every day. My name is Robert Jones and I have lived here my entire life. I know everyone in this small town. This was my normal morning routine. I walked from my small one bedroom, one bathroom house with a disconnected garage (Although, there is too much crap in there to fit a car). I arrive at the bakery to get some bread from Mary the baker. I go to the deli to get some neat and cheese from Barry the butcher. I hit the grocery story and (after I drop all the stuff at the house) I proceed to do a bit of a workout with my personal trainer, Susan.
After that I go to my job. I work at a body shop owned by my good friend, who is also named Robert, but he prefers to be called Bob (Mostly to have a shop called "Bob's Body Works", a dumb name, but, hey, I've heard worse). Mostly we work on collision repair, but today was one of the rare occasions that I live for. Today someone came in for a full restoration (which we do, but Bob doesn't advertise that). The car was one of my favorites. Although Ford is not the greatest car company, I believe they've made one of the greatest cars ever. It was a 1968 Ford Mustang GT Cobra Fastback. When Bob told me that I'd be working on it; I was extremely ecstatic.
After a hard day of work (at about 5 o'clock) I walk home. I talk to different people on the way. Although, I love my job; I love coming home even more. When I come home I get to see the greatest person on the planet. We met about a year ago and have been together ever since. His name is James Smith. He is around the same height as me (5' 11), has a slightly more muscular build to him than me, has straight black hair, and the best blue eyes I've ever seen. That day we really only had one thing to figure out. What we were going to do for dinner. He wanted to go out to a nice little restaurant in our town, but I wanted to stay in and have him cook (he is the greatest cook ever). He eventually won the argument and we ate out.
That night we watched TV and went to sleep. Late in the night, I became very thirsty and got up (very quietly) and went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. I heard a strange, yet familiar sound. I followed the noise and saw a man with a black jacket and messy hair who ran away. I tried to follow him but he disappeared. I kept seeing him for days afterwards. Every time he just kept disappearing.
One day when I was working on the Mustang; the strange man walked into the shop. He was obviously running from something. He ran up to me and said.
"You, come with me."
He ran away. I had no idea why, but I followed him. I got to a blue box and he was standing. It was then when I realized who it was.
"Doctor?"