He gave me clothes and they felt strange against my skin. Then he went onto the podium and started to flip switches and pull levers. After a few moments the box started to shake and make strange groaning screaming noises, jerking around. The Doctor ran around the controls laughing and shouting in excitement, but I felt no joy what-so-ever, gripping the railing tightly.
Then it stopped and he turned to me, grinning.
"Right then, Miss. Tea," he said to me, "I'm going to take you to the Shadow Proclamation, where you are going to testify."
"Testify?" I asked, my voice feeling tired.
"Yes," he said, jumping down from the platform and coming to face me, "because what they did to you and the other humans is against intergalactic regulations and you have to testify."
"I can't talk for too long," I said, my voice all scratchy.
"Don't worry," he said, waving a hand, "they have telepathy, they'd have to read your mind anyway. Now, you need some rest, big day tomorrow... Or whenever it is. Come along Pon- ugh, Miss. Tea, I will show you to your room."
For a moment he looked pained, but then smiled again. I followed him up some stairs and down several corridors. This place was so big. Then we came to a door.
"Ah ha!" he said, "I thought as much! New door, new room... She must really like you! Well, she did choose you..."
I opened my mouth to ask what he meant, but winced and closed it.
He opened the door to the room and gestured for me to go in. I stepped into the doorway, looking around anxiously. There was a large four-poster bed, dark paneled wood walls, a door that was open that led to a bathroom with a swimming pool like bath and another that led to a huge walk in wardrobe. He went in ahead of me and looked around, hands on hips, looking around.
"My goodness, she really does like you. Is that- Oh, old girl, you're putting up my artwork from De Glom?" he said, shaking his head, smiling.
I saw what he must have been talking about. There were two paintings on the wall that had a strange shinny lustre about them. Their subject matter was a man in a lion skin, standing tall, with a bow-tie on...
"They're a good likeness," I croaked.
"Get your head down, Tea," he said with a soft smile,"I'll be in the control room if you need me. I'm sure the old girl'll help you out if you get lost, she's good like that. She seems to like you."
I had no idea what he was on about, but smiled and nodded. He backed out of the room and made a move to close the door.
"No!" I squeaked, wincing.
"Oh, right, sorry," he said, "after being in that room so long... yeah... Personally I didn't sleep with my door closed for months after the last time. But can you blame me? Especially when my cell mate was a very angsty Grositan, not a fan of humor. Anyway, sleep well!"
I watched him go with anxious eyes, then clambered into the bed, feeling the feathery sheets around me. I hadn't slept in blankets back on that ship. My pod had been a constant temperature and it had been just right. This room was warm and comfortable. I loved it.

I woke up with a jolt, looking around myself in horror, wondering where I was. Then everything rushed back to me and I realised that there was nothing to be afraid of. Sort of.
I stretched and rose, rubbing my eyes. I went into the bathroom and took a bath in that giant bath, splashing around and having a generally good time.
I got dressed and hugged myself a little, rejoicing in the feel of the fabric against my skin. Then it happened. I heard a noise to my left and I jumped horribly as the mirror on the wall that had previously been a flat black colour flickered and came to life. There was a face there. I went towards it cautiously, my curiosity burning.
It was a female face, pretty and smooth with blue hair that was swept back and ruby red lips. The eyes were closed. I reached out a tentative hand, touching the surface. It was smooth and warm. Her face looked as though it was just behind a pane of glass.
"So you are the one I chose," spoke the face.
I jumped back, eyes wide, heart in my throat.
"Speak, child, I want to hear what you sound like."
"Wh- who are you?" I choked out.
"I am TARDIS. Who are you?"
"I-I don't remember anything other than the letter 'T'."
"I know. I was merely being polite. You must come to the control room. Follow the orbs."
I turned and sure enough there was a glowing orb floating about three feet in the air. As I aproached it, it popped, like a bubble, then another appeared, just at my door. I glanced back at the mirror that had held the face of TARDIS, but she was gone. So I continued to follow the orbs, which would pop when I approached.
I vaguely wondered if this was a trap, but if it was, what did I have to lose? I had been taken from my home and flown across space. If I died now, what would it matter? It would mean nothing else could happen to me.
I eventually reached that first room I had been in, the control room. The Doctor was leaning against a section of the railing, book in hand. It was upside down.
"Ah! Good morning-afternoon-evening-whatever time it is, miss Tea!" he said, closing the book and chucking it over his shoulder.
"Hello," I replied quietly, "TARDIS told me to come to the control room."
"She told you? How? She can't talk. Well, there was this one time when she was put into a body and oh-ho! That was some fun."
I shrugged, having the feeling that I shouldn't tell him about the mirror."
"Well, anyway, I got a message!" he said, grinning.
"A message?" I asked.
"Yes! Look!" he turned a screen on the controls to face me.
I climbed the steps and looked at the screen, reading the words I knew weren't human.

Help me, please help me. They are coming for me. Please help me.

I felt the hairs on the back of my neck raise.
"And how is that good?" I croaked.
"Well, it does mean we're going to have to postpone our trip to the Shadow Proclamation. It means an adventure, Tea!"
I felt a tingling in my stomach and smiled a little at his excitement.
"Well, what're we waiting for, now that you're awake!" he said, prancing around the controls, pressing buttons and flicking switches.
There was a shudder through the ship and a terrible groaning noise. I grabbed onto the railing as we lurched into movement. It was terrible, but the Doctor was having great fun, dancing around the control panel, hitting things and pushing buttons and pulling levers. The we came to a bone shuddering stop and I fell to the floor on hands and knees.
"Come on Tea! Oh-" he said, spotting me on the floor, "I always forget that the first time can be a bit tough."
He came over to me and held out his hand, which I took. He pulled me up and grinned at me.
"There, see? No harm done!"
I mumbled a little that that wash rubbish, but he pretended not to hear.
"Come along, Po-" he said, a moment of sadness flashing across his face, then corrected to- "Miss Tea. We have an adventure waiting for us."
He ran down the ramp to the door and pushed it open, stepping out of it. I stood for a moment, before I could stand the curiosity any longer and followed down the ramp. I stood at the doorway and looked out cautiously.
Outside the space ship there was a small room. It looked like an office, with a desk against one wall and filling cabinets on the other. It all looked brand new. There was even plastic wrapping on the chair still. There was a door straight ahead of me and I gravitated towards it. The Doctor was nowhere in sight, so I supposed he was through this door. I pushed down the door handle and opened the door.
Ahead was a huge room, like a warehouse, all in white and lit with dim florescent lights. I walked out into the room a little way and the door closed behind me.
"Doctor?" I called out in my scratchy voice.
That's when a hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the ground.