{Narrated by Abby}
"Anybody remotely interesting is mad, in some way or another."
— the Doctor
So, the Doctor was taking us to see Agatha Christie, alright. Going to see the best - selling mystery author of all time, okay, works for me.
Harry seemed a bit weird about the situation. I don't blame him. Who would be? A man dropped out of the sky with a blue box that time travels. Oh, and he told us he was 900 years old and from the planet of the lost Time Lords, Galifrey.
Before we got into an old fashioned taxi, the Doctor said he was just simply going to 'take us' to Agatha. No details or anything. But then again, I had no details when I had hopped into the TARDIS.
"Where are we going exactly?" I asked the Doctor.
"To see Agatha, of course. She's a good friend of mine," the Doctor replied.
"Yes, but where is she is what Abby's trying to say," Harry told him.
"That's secret, sorry," the Doctor said.
"Then how are we going to tell the taxi driver?" I asked.
"I'll whisper and you won't hear," the madman with a box replied.
"OK," Harry said.
The Doctor hailed a taxi and did exactly what he said he would. He whispered the mystery address to the driver and sat in the front, so he wouldn't be tempted to answer our bullet-ish questions.
After only 5 minutes I was getting impatient. It seemed so long. I was just too excited. I tried to start a conversation with Harry one time:
"So..." I said. Yes, that is my idea of a conversation starter.
"So..." Harry replied. I guess it was his idea too.
"What do you think of the Doctor?" I whispered to him.
"He's mad."
"I don't think so."
"How?"
"He's... smart, his madness is just how he shows it."
"What are you a physiologist?" Harry laughed.
"Shut up!" I replied, laughing.
I kind of dozed after that onto Harry's shoulder. So.. tired..
The trip lasted about 1 1/2 hours so it wasn't that bad. I was sleeping most of the time.
Harry shook me and then I woke up to find that we were at a forest. A FOREST.
"Here we are!" said the Doctor.
Me and Harry exchanged worried glances.
"Don't worry, follow me!" said the Doctor, paying the taxi driver.
The Doctor went through the trees and over roots. He was so quick and excited it was hard to keep up.
The final trip to see Agatha Christie was only 5 minutes long, luckily.
We finally approached the actual 'house' or should I say mansion, of Agatha Christie.
It was huge! It was white, covered with green moss and had blue - glass windows.
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"It's beautiful," I said, staring at the thing.
"I know," The Doctor replied.
we marveled at it for a second more, then Miss Agatha Christie, the #1 best - selling mystery author walked out of the front door.