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Chapter 2: Forgetting the Rain

The Doctor is such an impossible man, an impossible man that can call all over the universe during any year. This is how I got ahold of Shannen, my roommate. It was part of our roommate rules that we'd call one another if we were planning on bringing someone over. Usually, we gave each other at least an hour's notice before bringing a guest, but in this case I was sure that she wouldn't mind.

After a few minutes in a taxi, the Doctor and I arrived at the Boston University campus. I led the way through the dormitory and gave three rapid knocks on the door before opening it. This was the code for "I have company".

Inside the tiny shared room, Shannen was sitting on her bed, notes and open books sprawled haphazardly around her. Though this wasn't the most unusual of situations I've walked into, it still seemed out of place. I tried to think of why that could be. Maybe it was the way I rushed off the phone, telling her that I'd explain later, and she didn't want to miss whatever was going on.

Shannen looked up casually, throwing out a "hey", but then she saw the Doctor. She scanned over him, stripping him with her eyes, before looking back to me with a smirk on her painted lips.

"Shannen, this is the Doctor. Doctor, this is my roommate Shannen."

"Roommate and best friend." Shannen corrected.

"Ello, lovely to meet you." The Doctor offered her a bright smile.

"I was just heading to the mall, if you need anything, text me, 'kay?" Shannen told us, which really meant "Have fun, Girly, and tell me all about it later". I suppressed a laugh.

Once she was gone, there was a slightly awkward moment where neither the Doctor or I moved or said anything.

"Your roommate just randomly gets up and leaves in the middle of studying to go to the mall? That's a bit odd, isn't it?" The Doctor commented, but his attention was focused on the human anatomy posters on my side of the room. I drew and labeled them myself.

"No. She didn't know why I left out so many details on the phone, so she wanted to see what was going on. Then she saw you, so she figured that she was supposed to leave." I blushed at what I was hinting at. It was weird; I never blush. Ever.

"What do- Oh, right." I felt my face burn even more, but I pushed aside the feeling and sat down on the computer chair. The Doctor lowered himself into the beanbag chair beside Shannen's bed. This made me smile; he looked so out of place sitting there in his absurd outfit. Business suit with red kicks and spiked hair.

"What century do you come from?" I asked, laughing.

"Why do you ask?" His cluelessness makes me laugh even harder. "What's so funny?" For some reason, this sent me over the edge and I found myself in such hysterics that my ab muscles ached.

"Stopit!" The Doctor demanded, and I reigned in my control.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it." Using my finger to brush away the tear that escaped my left eye, I didn't dare to look at him in case the insane laughter started again.

"When did it start? The memory loss?"

The lighthearted moment was gone, and I looked at him seriously. "I'm not sure of the exact date. Maybe about two or three months ago? Just before the..."

There was a stranger in my dorm room, leisurely seated in Shannen's blue beanbag chair. I jumped out of my own seat and stepped away from him.

"Who are you?" I demanded. I looked around for my friend, but Shannen was nowhere to be seen. Her notes and books laid open on her bed and there was a slight impression on the sheets where she was sitting. How long ago could that have been?

"How did you get in here? Where's Shannen?" I yelled at the stranger.

"Abby, it's okay. I'm the Doctor, remember? Just calm down and try to focus." He was on his feet in a second and had his hands held out like he was trying to calm a spooked horse. Something tingled on the edge of my mind, poking and prodding at me. I chose to ignore it.

"Abby, I need you to think. What were you just doing a moment ago?" The man asked me gently. I tried to think about it, but my mind just ran into a blank wall.

"Who are you?" My voice was low and dangerous sounding. The guy moved as if to grab my arm and I snapped. I spun around and ran out of the room, screaming.

There was a stranger in my room and Shannen was missing. She wouldn't just leave her stuff laying around like that. Shannen was organized; everything had a place, and everything was in its place at all times.

"Abby, just wait!" I heard the Doctor yell after me and I stopped dead in my tracks. What was I doing in the hallway? Everything came back to me like a wave crashing into the shore. Oh.

"Sorry, Doctor. I never know when these things are coming. It's just whenever I talk about...Oh, my God!" The realization crashed into me like another wave. I reached out and grabbed hold of the Doctor's hand so that when I forgot again, I wouldn't freak out. "The rain."