Chapter 2
Sun rise
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"Do you ever sleep in here?" I asked, pressing my hands up against the cold walls.
The smiling Time Lord switched faces and looked at me with a subtle frown. "No, there's no use for sleep."
I looked down at my shoes, realizing the mistake I had made. I messed up insanely, and now he was going to treat me like I was stupid. Teach me everything I already knew.
"Don't expect me not to pass out after this. I'm exhausted," I warned, my eyelids feeling heavy as two anvils balancing on your nose. My vision became blurry, but I was already interrupted by The Doctor's obnoxious mumbling. He had a map, that had yellowed from age. I hovered over his shoulder, looking at the map. It was a map of the city, showing specifically all the luxurious hotels.
"We're going to a hotel? Where is this?" I stared at the fine print, saying it was in a whole other country, the USA.
"Ah, you noticed. Washington in America. Been there once, decent place in 2196," he complimented. Half his focus was on the map, the other half playing with the TARDIS controls. He fell down backwards, a grin still laying on his face.
"Powerful," he laughed. He got back up and wiped the dust off his pitch black pants, and looked up at me. Once I noticed, he looked back down and pat the TARDIS.
"There she goes!" The Doctor yelled excitedly. I grabbed his arm, opened the TARDIS door and ran out, overwhelming curiosity filling me 'til the cup became to full and it spilled.
"Where we going? Is it fancy? Is it expensive?" I poked him, begging for all the answers while still running. The cold caressed my cheek, rain pouring onto the black and yellow roads.
"My home," I smiled, feeling the sidewalk. I noticed a small little tube that ventured into a fast food restaurant, and made a note to myself to go in later. Suddenly, my fatigue came back and exhausted me even worse.
"We're almost to the hotel!" The Doctor yelled, yanking my wrist and making a mad dash towards a tall, stacked up building. Marble patterned the floor and bordered the door. Weird style, but somehow it fit with the place. We admired the lobby, when we were prodded from our wonder.
"Uh, may I help you?" the man behind the counter asked awkwardly. The Doctor was still spun around, staring at the dark brown swirls painted on the marble wall. I tugged on his sleeve, whispering. Soon I took matter into my own hands and spun back around. The Doctor caught on and did the same. He excitedly slammed his fist down on the desk, a smile creeping onto his face. "A room please," he asked. "I'll pay," I muttered, digging into my pocket and throwing about $150 on the table.
"So how much is this gonna cost?" I groaned, remembering how much money hotels could cost. The Doctor reached for my money and stuck it in my pocket. He looked into the employees' eyes, and saw something. He took out the thing in his pocket I noticed earlier and shone it into the mans eyes.
"Why do you want money? On the ad it says it was non-profit. More like a refugee camp, rather?" he investigated. The man stared up at him, grinning.
"Ah, The Doctor. I can't believe I met the famous one of us all," he said, more tone coming from his voice. The tone of a sick, twisted soul. I glared up at him, clenching my fists. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, my eyebrows raised. Suddenly, I lifted my wrist and swung.
"Sheila!" The Doctor yelled at me. I whipped my head around to notice the Doctor's face squeezed into anger. "You CAN'T just hit a man like that!" he scolded.
"I'm sorry! I was concerned! Do the words that come out of this idiots mouth sound normal to you?" I cried in defense. The sun had gone down, and I was tired. "Can we save this little family reunion for tomorrow?" I asked.
The employee looked at me. "Fine. Take the room 2B." I nodded my thanks and rushed to the top floor and the Doctor had the keys behind me. He trotted slower then me, but paced decently. I had him throw me the keys and opened the door in a rush. Two beds were on either sides of the room, and a small TV lay on the carpet floor, near a small coffee table. It wasn't a complete dump, but there were drink stains paving the way.
"Well, I'm going to bed," I told him, jumping onto the left bed. I shut my eyes, ignoring the Doctor turning on the TV before sitting on his bed himself. I ran the events that had happened today through my head like a nonstop action movie. I drifted into the darkness, letting the fatigue take me.