Chapter 1:

"Jezabell Adams! Good to hear from you again!" Exclaimed Tyler Webber, the best arts coordinator in London, when Jezabell called him.

"You too, Tyler." Jezabell said. Jezabell was one of the top five artists in London and one of the top ten in all of England. Her work is known throughout Europe. Jezabell is also a writer and her published work is sold throughout the world.

"So, what can I do for you?" Tyler asked.

"I am working on a new sculpture. Its six feet tall, and amazing. I wanted to have an art show when it was finished to show it off."

"Excellent! What is it of?"

"It's a surprise."

"You are all surprises! I assume you're working on it in your studio?"

"Where else?"

"Isn't it about time I knew where it was? I wouldn't tell anyone! You can trust me!"

"Of course I can trust you, but I cannot tell you. If I tell one person, I'd tell more. It's secret for a reason." Jezabell's studio has been kept a secret from everyone accept one so that no one tries to bother her while she works or who tries to get sneak peeks at her new work.

"Oh, alright. When will it be done, Miss Adams?"

"It can be done within four days."

"Great, I have an opening on Wednesday of next week at the community center."

"Awesome. Everyone is invited, so flyers should be out up. And emails sent out. Do you think you could do that?"

"You bet."

"Great. Thanks so much Ty."

"No problem babe. Anytime."

"Thanks, bye." Jezabell hung up her phone and sighed, feeling happy. She was almost done with her sculpture and was excited to show it to the world. Little did she know that Wednesday would be a day that changed her life.

Jezabell got back to her hidden studio. She uncovered her unfinished sculpture and examined it. The large structure was of an alien figure that Jezabell called a Galockanuka from the made up planet Golockanok. The idea came to her in a dream. It was an odd looking thing, but she thought it would be so interesting and different to sculpt. The day to present it to everyone could not come soon enough. Her excitement grew as she painted the last few layers and added the last few details to her Galockanuka.

She spent the next week adding finishing touches until the day finally came to present her newest project to her fans. She dressed herself in a purple dress and black pumps to match the aliens purple face and black feet. Jezabell's best friend John Wilson came to load the sculpture into his van. Together, they drove down together to the community center.

"Ah, Miss. Adams, and Mr. Wilson! Glad you could make it! I have the stage and everything set up along with the seats. People will begin arriving soon. Get that backstage and we will begin in thirty minutes." Tyler said.

"Awesome. Thanks Ty!" Jezabell gave Tyler a hug, and then wheeled the sculpture off to the side of the stage with the help of John.

"So, I finally get to see what you've been working on beneath my store for so long." John said. Jezabell's secret studio is in the basement of John's family's pizza place. He's the only one who knows that's where she paints, writes, and even lives. She decided to live down there in secret as well for the same reason her studio is kept secret; avoiding fans and paparazzi.

"Yup, I hope you like it. It's very different, but I honestly think it's amazing. Mostly because it's different." Jezabell said.

"I think it is amazing, because you made it." Jezabell smiled.

"Of course, everything I make is amazing. That's why I'm one of the top ten artists in Britain!"

Twenty minutes later, Jezabell was ready to show off her master piece and fifty people filled the room. The show of course did not start for another fifteen minutes. Jezabell and John stood near the door so that they could greet the guests. Tyler was near the stage, making sure everything was in order. Jezabell also had a few of her paintings and sculptures on display so that people wouldn't be seeing only the grand sculpture.

Once Tyler got everyone seated at half past one, he gave his small opening speech and welcomed Jezabell to present her newest work.

"Hello and good after noon to everyone. Thank you all for coming today." Jezabell said. As she spoke, the door opened and a man came in silently. No one even noticed him. "For about three weeks, I have put all my focus into one specific piece. I haven't even thought of something to paint. I haven't seen something and thought, 'Hm that would be interesting to paint!' I haven't even written in any of my books. This sculpture has had my undivided attention for so long, and now today, I finally get to show it to all my fans and more." She walked closer to the sculpture.

"This idea came to me in a dream. It was a strange, simple, and short dream. But the image stuck. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the Galockanuka!" Jezabell pulled off the cover sheet. The room filled with voices of opinions on this strange, wonderful sculpture. Cameras flashed and people stood, applauding the work. People began to look around at the rest of Jezabell's work and the Galockanuka. She stood near it, but not too close so that other people would be able to look at it closely.

"Miss Adams, may I ask, what is it?" An elderly woman asked.

"A Galockanuka, from the planet that I made up Golockanok. It's an alien." Jezabell answered.

"It's so…different. But that's what I've always liked about you're work. You paint things so differently, it makes me see them in a whole different way. It really is marvelous."

"Thank you so much." Jezabell smiled. "What's your name?"

"Mary-Ann Maxwell."

"Well, it was very nice to meet you, Mrs. Maxwell."

"Likewise, dear." Mrs. Maxwell walked away from Jezabell, only for another woman to come up to her.

"Hello! Oh, it's so great to meet you! I'm a huge fan! I have three of your paintings and all of your books!"

"Oh, thanks. What was your name?"

"Susan Becker."

"Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Becker."

"Pease, call me Susan. Anyway, I just wanted to say that your sculpture, it's so, fantastic! It is so unusual and unexpected, and so wonderfully done that it's one of the best sculptures I've ever seen!"

"Oh thank you so much! I'm so glad people like it!" After that woman, five other people went up to Jezabell asking questions or admiring her and her work. The last one that approached her however, said much more.

"Your sculpture is great." The man said. He was wearing a light brown trench coat with a dark brown suit over a blue shirt.

"Thank you." Jezabell replied.

"Tell me, how, again, did you come up with it?"

"I had a dream. It was short, but like I said, the image stuck with me."

"What happened in the dream?"

"Er, nothing really, I just saw the creature, standing, I guess. There really wasn't much to it." Jezabell noticed the man's hair was quite messy in the front. "Um, sorry, I didn't quite catch your name. What was it?"

"I'm the Doctor." He said.

"Nice to meet you, Doctor. I assume you know mine."

"Yes, I do. What did you call the creature again?"

"A Galockanuka, from the planet that I made up Golockanok."

"A planet you made up?"

"Yes, as far as I know at least."

"Yeah, well, you wouldn't know about it."

"Excuse me?"

"Golockanok is a real planet. And a Galockanuka is real as well."

"Um, sir, I just made it up. There isn't a planet called-"

"Not in this solar system, no. Even if it was, you wouldn't know about it. It's so small."

"You're not making much sense."

"The Galockanuka's have a new king and there must always be a sculpture for their kings. It's an act of honor. However, they don't have any sense of creativity so they go to other planets and plant the image of their king inside an artist's head while asleep. Then the artist wakes up and has a sudden urge to sculpt that image."

"Again, you're not making any sense. How can that happen?"

"Aliens have very different abilities then humans. Do you believe in aliens, Jezabell?"

"Um, well, it depends. I would need some sort of proof. I'm open to believing in things like that."

"Great. The Galockanuka's came here today to collect their sculpture. They are disguised though as humans. They are in a group of about six people and are currently admiring it." Jezabell looked over at the sculpture behind the Doctor. Sure enough there was a group of six average men surrounding her work.

"How do I know you're not trying to trick me?" She asked.

"You could have asked that when I first started talking. But you didn't, you kept listening." As he said that, Jezabell realized it was true; she could have laughed and waved him away as soon as he said Golockanok was real. Why didn't she? Jezabell looked at this strange man. He had a trusting face. She couldn't quite see why, but she felt as though she knew him from somewhere long ago, even though she knew she didn't. She just automatically trusted him, which was also strange because she never trusted people that easily.

"So how do I know they are real?" she asked.

"Go up to them. Start asking questions. They Galockanukas don't have a high I.Q. they don't think details thoroughly. Start out with broadly categorized questions and then get more and more specific."

"Okay." Jezabell began walking over to the men. This is insane! She thought, but she wanted to know if this man was telling the truth.

"Um, excuse me," Jezabell said when she approached one of the men. "Do you like it?" She asked.

"Oh yes! This is perfect!" the man said. Jezabell smiled.

"I'm glad you like it then. What's your name?"

"Robert."

"Robert, what?"

"Robert Delany." Jezabell asked the man more questions, looking over at the Doctor every now and then. The man sure enough got more uncomfortable the more specific the questions.

"What's your date of birth?"

"Nineteen seventy three."

"No, I mean the date. Like, the day and month?"

"Oh, um….uh…" the man stuttered for a few minutes before he said, "June third."

"What time?"

"Noon."

"What hospital?" The man's forehead was wet with sweat. He stuttered and kept playing with his hands, but never answered the question. "Sir? What hospital were you born in?" the man yelled then ran outside, still screaming.

"Well, I guess, you were…um, right…" Jezabell admitted to the Doctor when he walked over to her. "That was really weird, he completely freaked out."

"They don't do well under pressure. Now, the rest of the Galockanukas are going to try to steal that sculpture before the show is over. And they won't let anyone stand in their way. Keep wa-"

"Jezabell!" a voice squealed, cutting off the Doctor. Jezabell looked at the voices source and saw that it was her friends, Christina, Allison, and Ashley.

"Hey guys!" She exclaimed, hugging her best friends.

"That's a great sculpture by the way! You must have worked really hard." Ashley said.

"Thanks, and I did. How are things?" Jezabell asked.

"Good, I guess. I'll tell you later."

"Who is that?" Christine whispered to Jezabell, referring to the Doctor, who was still standing near Jezabell and her friends.

"Oh, um, I don't know really. Just some guy."

"Did you see a ring?" Jezabell laughed.

"No."

"Good." Christine waved at the Doctor, then walked over and started talking with him.

"She'll be busy for a while." Jezabell said, looking at the two of them. Suddenly, the Doctor said something, then left Christine and walked over to Jezabell. "Or not."

"Can I talk to you over there for a minute?" He asked, pointing to an empty space about ten feet from where they were standing. Jezabell agreed and they walked over.

"You need to keep an eye on your sculpture. Those creatures are going to steal it, and people will get hurt." As soon as he finished saying it, there was a loud scream. Jezabell looked over to the sculpture, and the man had a strange gun pointed at a lady who was dead on the ground. More people screamed, and the men started pushing the sculpture towards the door. Another man tried to stop them, but one of them shot him. "I told you, they won't let anyone get in their way."

"MOVE!" One of the men shouted to two security guards.

"You cannot take this out of the community center without permission from

Jezabell!" The Galockanuka shot them as well. People were going into hysteria.

"How do we get them to leave?" Jezabell asked the Doctor, only to find he was no longer standing next to her.

"Over here!" She heard the Doctor shout. He was at one of the side doors that is usually locked.

"Jezabell!" She heard John shout. She could see him in the crowd of scared people looking for her. Jezabell heard her name again, this time by Allison, who was also looking for her. She turned back to the Doctor, and ran towards him and through the door.

"We have to reason with them. Or you have to give them the sculpture." He said, walking quickly around the building.

"So I'll just give it to them! Why are you making it sound so complex?"

"Because, there is more of them. They might try to invade Earth." The two of them reached the entrance of the building, where the six disguised Galockanukas and the sculpture were.

"Well, if it isn't the artist herself! Thank you for this generous gift, our King will be so pleased!" The man in the front said. He was wearing an orange shirt over jeans.

"Yeah, great, just take it and leave, please." Jezabell said.

"Oh, I don't think so." Another man said. He has a dark beard and mustache. "We, and our King, quite like this planet! We just might stay."

"Yeah, I don't think that will work." The Doctor said.

"And why not?"

"Because you can't just come onto Earth and be like, 'oh, this isn't so bad. We are just going to land our spaceship right in the middle of it and stay here weather the humans like it or not!'" Jezabell exclaimed.

"And who's going to stop us?"

"I am," The Doctor said. "And so will the leaders and defenders of this planet!" The Doctor said, with a bit of edge in his voice. The men laughed.

"You're so thin; the bullets in my gun would go through you, and onto the next person! Where is your weapon then? We aren't leaving without a fight." The Doctor pulled out a small cylinder shaped thing from his coat. The tip was blue. He pointed it at the man, who laughed again. "And what is that little thing?"

"A sonic screwdriver." He aimed it and the laughing Galockanukas gun. The Galockanuka aimed his gun at the Doctor.

"Let's get this over with." The man pulled the trigger of the gun, but nothing happened. "What the hell?" He said, pulling the trigger over and over again.

"Screwdrivers may not be dangerous, but they are great at loosening things. Good luck shooting with your bullets falling out!" with that, the Doctor ran. Jezabell raced after him.

"What are we going to do?" She asked him.

"Get them to leave. I just have to look something up." The Doctor ran right to a large blue box. Something about the box seemed familiar, but Jezabell just shook off the feeling.

"Why are we going in here?" Jezabell asked, as she read the words on the top reading, Police Public Call Box. The Doctor opened the door to the box.

"Close the door behind you." He said, with a hint of a smile on his face. Jezabell entered the box and did just as the Doctor ordered. But when she turned around, instead of a small dark space with the doctor right in front of her like she expected, she was in a huge lit room. It looked like some sort of control room. In the center there was a large light blue cylinder resting on a table like thing that had tons of buttons and controls.

"This is pretty epic!" She exclaimed.