This Chapter gets a little less bouncy and fun... sorry.
Checking his timey wimey wristwatch again, he glanced up at the stony faces of the four fantastically human, beings that stood across from him. A cheeky smirk graced his lips; "Oh, this is gonna be a good one, you lot are in for a treat… that is of course, if I've got the exact right time and date on this thing here," tapping the watch it let out a squeak of protest, he mumbled his apologies to the device and continued, "and of course it has. Anyway, you lot are about to meet a Type 4, lovely girl really, once you get to know her that is, but she will be very adamant that she belongs amongst the living."
A confused Annie let out a frustrated sigh, "One, how can you know what's about to happen in our lives Mr Doctor Lord or whatever your name is. And two, what on earth is a Type 4?"
"Just 'The Doctor' or 'Doctor' will do, thanks; of course I know what's going to happen, I'm a TimeLord, with a time machine, and not only that, but in the human future, where paranormals, cat people and robots coexist, you four are very much the talk of the town… everyone knows the stories by heart, meaning I know them especially well seeing as I have two." Skimming over the topic of two hearts now was not a time to boast. "And a Type 4, my dear Annie, is well… in layman's terms a zombie, I suppose," by this point The Doctor was scratching his chin in thought, he needn't call a Type 4 a zombie, but it was human nature to label those around them. "She's dead, but her spirit, unlike yours Annie is still within her animated corpse… still decomposing, but very much seen and heard by everyone."
Mitchell unconfused by the idea of a Type 4 was more interested in why this Doctor was here to tell them this. "Doctor, mate. This is all lovely, but our lives don't need other distractions, they need to not have 'very much seen and heard by everyone'."
"I agree with Mitchell, something that is very rare for me, but Doctor I'm pregnant I don't need this… none of us need this, extra people, extra mess, extra trouble." Nina butted in.
"Yes, Doctor. I've had enough for one lifetime, and I'm sure there is more to come, but this sounds avoidable. Surely someone else can deal with a zombie outbreak, even you." George, felt a pestering need to stand up for Nina, to protect her and the baby, and not under any new circumstances let pain, stress or trouble back into their lives if they can help it.
"No, no, NO!" anger bubbled behind The Doctor's words. Why do humans never understand?… I can't always save them, sometimes they have to save themselves. As his breathing calmed and the common smile light up his face once again, he regained his composure. "You can't just let her push you away at the first hurdle, that's what I must be here to tell you. This Type 4, this woman, she may well be Welsh and angry, but that doesn't stop her need to pass on. Annie, you will understand the most, she needs to find her door… I understand, mine changes with each new face, but it doesn't stop me wanting to finally grasp it and walk through." A lone tear contrasted The Doctor's chipper appearance and it slid somewhat too comfortably across the curve of his cheek into the curved corner of his smile. "She won't want to defeat death like you and I, Annie, she needs you four to be there to help her find it… I'm not saying it's going to be easy, she is Welsh after all, but don't, for the love of time and space, give up on her. There's always a moral to an adventure and you lot need more and more morals to help you through, if you let this one go, things within your current timeline could change and the results could be catastrophic. Help her, the Type 4, or I'll probably see you again, and that's never for a friendly visit I'm afraid."
"Okay," Annie could clearly see the storming emotions that caused The Doctor so much pain behind his timeworn eyes; she knew he had seen death, been part of death, and his age was probably beyond fathomable numbers. "I'm not gonna lie, it's a Sunday morning and all this is atrociously weird, but there's an honesty about you… I'll help whoever this person is, because I'm sure it's the right thing to do. But Doctor, you have to do one thing for me, when I've found my door, and you've found your own; I want you waiting there with all those you and I have loved and lost, I want to smile the next time I reach the final end… and those eyes, those eyes…" she couldn't quite put her finger on it, they're endless and timeless. No. They've seen more than this world. No. They've known a thousand faces, and remember each and every one. No. "They look like they've seen a good party or two."
That stopped the heartbreak that was flowing around the room; its sombre nature that had overtaken vanished within a sentence.
"Oh, they most certainly have." A genuine smile spread across the features on that funny face of his. "And they've seen a good few dance moves too." As The Doctor's arms began to lift, the glare he gained for the overbearing vampire cut through his plans. "But I'll save them for the afterlife shall I?"
That was agreement enough for Annie, although it had only been a few hours it felt as if she knew this man; and even as they said their fleeting goodbyes (the strangest of which involved a kiss for each of them, including Nina's slightly protruding belly) and the vortex of wind that spiralled around the noisily vanishing blue box tussled her hair, she knew she would see him again.