Serial 1: Escape

Episode 2: Doctor Who?

I woke up the next morning, without seeing 'The Doctor' again. I did see the face-paint man again, although this time he stared right at me, as if searching for something. I, of course, did not work on the essay overnight. I don't know anything about Engineering, what are they expecting of me? So I just did nothing. I ate some chips, and read a few books. What book was it again? Oh, of course, Harry Potter: Goblet of Fire. I re-read the series at least once a year.

"Hello there." The Face-paint man was there again. But he was talking to me.

"Hello...?" I replied hesitantly.

"Your name is Molly Brennan." He spoke monotonously.

"Yes, I go by Molly." I studied his face. I tried to see through the face-paint, but it seemed very well done. It was almost as if it wasn't face-paint at all, but blue skin that was attached to him. But that couldn't be. Was he an alien? Was 'The Doctor' actually right? Were there aliens among them?

He grabbed my shoulders and opened his mouth, but his mouth opened larger than life, it didn't even make sense how his mouth opened this way. I couldn't see. My vision started to fade. My knees buckled, and my muscles tensed. I was going to collapse. No, not just collapse. I was going to die. I tried to scream, but it felt like the air in my lungs was sucked away. All I could do was nothing. Then the world suddenly came back, and I saw the alien running away. I gasped for air, and turned around to see...The Doctor. Holding a strange device in his hands. The blue end was activated, and it was pointed towards the alien.

"So, now do you believe there are aliens?" He asked me. His carefree demeanor of yesterday was gone. He meant business.

"Yes. Oh, dear lord, yes. I do." I admitted. There was nothing to counter it. There were aliens. And I was just attacked by one.

He walked up to me and patted me on my shoulder. "Are you alright? Do you need medical attention?"

"No, I'm fine. What we need to do is stop that alien. What if it attacked another student?" I anxiously looked around for it. The Doctor started to walk away as I realized it had run off. He was moving towards a police box when I grabbed his shoulder and stopped him.

"Doctor, what is your name?" I asked.

"The Doctor. That's it. Just The Doctor." He replied.

"Just...'The Doctor'? Not Jeff? Or Tom? Or Joe?" I smirked.

"Nope. Just The Doctor." He grinned back.

"Can I help you, Doctor?" I pleaded. I needed something to do other than read and not do college, then come home to the disappointment of my parents.

He seemed to think about it for a bit, then finally said, "Alright, fine. But be careful. I don't want you getting hurt."

I nearly hopped up and down as he said this. Finally! I had a purpose! He took his device out again and started to scan.

"Doctor, what is that?" I asked.

"A Sonic Screwdriver." He replied.

"A...sonic screwdriver?" I laughed. Last time I checked, screwdrivers weren't, well, sonic.

"Hey, don't dissemination the screwdriver." He threw back. "Here, come on," he pointed off in a direction, "the alien is that way."

"So what kind of alien is it?" I asked, as we ran off towards the alien.

"A Mekromorph. It feeds off the memories of other individuals. If it doesn't, it dies."

"Well we have to stop it." I told him.

"Of course." He replied.

We rounded a corner, and there it was. It was looking around, as if scouting for its next victim.

"Doctor? How are we going to stop it?" I asked apprehensively.

"Like this. Hey alien!" He called at it. "Mekromorph! Come get me!" He grabbed my hand. "Run."

We ran into the cafeteria, weaving through the tables and chairs to get through. I looked back and saw the Mekromorph was following us. We entered the bathroom and The Doctor grabbed the door and opened it to the point of it being perpendicular to the doorframe. He hid on the inside of the wall, with nearly no space. It came in and started looking through the stalls. The Doctor ran out of the bathroom and I quickly followed. He slammed the door shut and and used his sonic screwdriver against it. I heard the door lock.

"It can't get out now. It'll starve in...2 hours." He checked an imaginary watch.

"Isn't that a bit...cruel?" I asked.

"It would have destroyed us. What else was there to do?" He replied.

I knew his logic was sound, I just felt bad about it.

"Doctor..."

He wasn't there.