A/N: Well I appear to be updating. I am beginning to write this chapter the very day after the first chapter was published. I am a bit curious to see when I'll finish it. (I'd like to think that this is actually my future self leaving a message for my past self. XD Geez I AM weird.)
Ch. 2: Quarantined For Eternity
The Doctor quickly walked away, and decided to keep an eye on the TARDIS from a nearby roof-top. He called to his companions warning of the Waste-Lock that was outside. At about four in the afternoon, a very thin man with a young boy walked up to the artist. The Doctor became a little bit concerned for the child being so close to the Waste-Lock, so he strained to listen in.
"So, Devi," the man said, "This is the weird thing that you wanted to paint so badly?" he gently placed his hand on the side of the blue box, running his finger down the grooves of the wood panels. "It is pretty out of the ordinary, I suppose."
The little boy pulled on the tail of the man's red and black striped shirt, "Mister Nny, you know what day it is today right?" he said it in a very frightened tone, but the Doctor could tell that this fear did not come from the adults, but from the day. The boy took a quick look in both directions before looking back up at Nny and whispering, "It's Tuesday."
The man's eyes widened then he looked back at the police box in fear, "Crap, Devi. It's TUESDAY. FRICKEN TUESDAY. You know what that means…" he trailed off.
Finally Devi spoke in a very solemn tone, "UFO's, and aliens."
The Doctor's jaw dropped. Of all the bloody coincidences…He thought to himself.
"Well I haven't seen anyone get in or out of it yet and I've been here almost all day."
"That means they know we're here, and don't want to get caught." Johnny said confidently. "I'll get a quick sweep of the perimeter to make sure no aliens are hiding out waiting for us to leave, Squee, you put an ear to the doors to so you can tell if anyone's inside. Devi, you keep painting-that looks amazing." He said the last part happily before taking off in a dead sprint, observative eyes seeing everything.
The Doctor ducked behind the lip on the edge of the building, but it was too late. Nny had seen some movement, and decided it would be best to investigate later, to make whatever was up there think that he hadn't seen anything. The Doctor was aware that he could have seen him and therefore he had to think of an escape route if that happened. He risked a glance back down to the street below, and thought to himself about how he wanted a hat. He quickly decided getting a sombrero was the way to go.
Later in the day, as the sun was setting and the girl had finished the painting-which was gorgeous by the way-she packed up and left, so the Doctor set out to get back in the TARDIS, locate all the infected with a quick scan, then some how get them in the TARDIS without infecting him or his beloved companions, and finally throw them in a black hole where they will continuously self heal until no energy was left and they would finally die.
As he climbed down from the fire escape he knew something was, just...wrong about the space and time in this specific area, he turned his head and in the brief moment he was conscious he saw the thin man from earlier and he swears that if he looked hard enough he could see space distorting around him. The man hit him with the pipe, and he fell to the dirty alley's cold cement ground. He heard the words before the darkness took him, "You think your disguise is so clever, I'd like to see how human you look like, inside!"
A/N: Nuu! Nny, don't hurt Doccy! D: