Serial 1: Escape
Episode 1: Chance Encounter
"Thank you, Louis. Thank you, Jamie. Thank you, Derek. Molly, where's yours?" The professor eyed me, those eyes tearing through the lie I had yet to even say.
"I was busy, sir. I realize the paper was due today, but I'll get it to you tomorrow. I promise." I knew as I said it that it was an ill made promise. I wasn't made for college, I wasn't even made for anything. Why my parents enrolled me for an Engineering degree is beyond me.
"Well..." the professor adjusted his glasses, "get it to me by tomorrow and I'll give you half credit. How's that sound?" He spoke sympathetically.
"Yes, of course, sir. I will." Everyone filed out of the classroom. I grabbed my book bag, nearly as old as time itself, and trotted off towards my next class. It was a Northern Irish college, my parents had sent me to, called Northern Regional College. A very generic name, yes, but it was located in Ballymena. I was born in a town not far from it, but if it was my choice, I would have stayed there and taken over the family business. All my parents ever wanted to do was send me away. The cool autumn wind rose through the area. Buildings of old and new surrounded the college, connected with the bodies of students moving from one class to the next. As I looked over the crowd, trying to find my class, I saw a person with blue facepaint. The things people will do.
The college was very posh, as they tried to show everyone how much money the college had. They lined the floors with rugs, had hardwood flooring and walls. Expensive paintings lines the walls with inspirational quotes under them. If you were lucky, the roof would have a mosaic or two.
I finally reached my next class, and took a seat at one of the rows of desks to my left, a teachers desk facing me as I sat. While I waited for the teacher to come in, I looked out the window to my left. I thought about my friend, Miranda. We had been friends since at least first grade. Oh, she was smart. Could take apart and put back together a computer with ease. That's where the idea stared. We spent a lot of time together, and as college approached with me having no improvement in the grades, my parents latched on to the only source they had. My engineering friend, Miranda. She's off in London, of course, not stuck here.
The teacher entered the room, starting the next lesson. I didn't pay attention to what he said, as usual. I didn't care. He droned on...and on...and on...
I was walking through a hallway-no, running. Fast. There was something following me. There was another person next to me...I couldn't tell who it was. My heart raced. I needed to reach the end of the hallway. There was a door. It was closed. I reached it and nearly opened it before I suddenly woke up as the bell rang. I looked around. I grabbed my bag. Guess it was the end of the day. I exited the classroom and left for my dorm.
I found my dorm and entered. It was small, with only 2 beds on either side, a window directly opposite the door, and a storage area above and below the beds. I had just opened my book bag and sat down when there was a knock on my door.
"Hello! Department of dorm cleanliness and-oh never mind, let me in. I have to ask you a few questions." A voice spoke from the other side of the door. What a blabbermouth. I got up and opened the door. A man shoved past me and I unconciously closed the door behind me. He had slightly unkempt but gelled hair, a tight suit alongside a tie, and-
"What are you doing wearing sandshoes?" I asked comically.
"Sandshoes? I'll have you know these are very comfortable!" He smiled pompously.
"What question do you want to ask." I giggled.
"Have you seen any aliens?" He asked, very seriously.
"No, are you crazy?" I laughed this time.
"What's so funny? I mean, aliens come every other day it seems, nowadays." He replied perplexingly.
"Those English are crazy." I retorted.
"Ah, so not England. And by your accent...we're in Ireland?" He moved off subject.
"Northern Ireland." I corrected. How did he not know this? Is he hungover?
"Well, I must be off. If you see anything strange, just call." He moved towards the door and opened it. Before leaving, I stopped him.
"What's your name? I'm Molly."
"The Doctor." He closed the door. I quickly opened it and leaned outside, seeing him jogging off.
"Doctor? Doctor Who?"