This chapter is a little short and rushed...the story will be picking up soon!
There was silence.
"I swear, I've never met you before…" I said, this time not lying.
"Well of course you haven't, and even if you had you wouldn't remember; your memory is gone. No—you don't even have a record of having one. You were literally just born." He started pacing, grinding his teeth, licking his lips; thinking. "Your traveling capsule—no, you called it TARDIS, like mine—appeared in mine, you crawled out and collapsed. The inside is destroyed; you shouldn't even be alive."
"And yet, she's here." Clara said. She approached me and took my hand.
"Don't touch her!" the Doctor sprang forward tearing us apart. He again put me under the glare of his screwdriver; scanning. "What are you, hmm?" he asked, grabbing my arm. "Hologram? No, I'm touching you. Android? No, the scans would be different. You're a Timelord, but how; it doesn't make any sense…"
"Why not, Doctor?" asked Clara, interrupting his one-sided thought process. "You did save the planet, it's possible for them to be alive. She could have escaped or something."
"Yes they're alive, but only in a pocket universe; she's here now, in ours—" he froze. In a flash he turned around and hugged a very surprised Clara.
"Did I say something?"
"Yes you incredibly clever girl!" he let go of her and immediately came back to me, pointing, once again, his screwdriver. "We could use you; no we NEED you."
"I don't…" I started.
"You're a window; a lantern; a bridge, whatever you prefer—connecting us to the pocket universe Galifrey is in. You're Hope, my dear," he explained, grabbing me in a hug this time.
"But Doctor, we've already got one. We have the painting Galifrey is in." Clara objected.
"Ah, yes, but we need something; someone to go in there in order to get the other thing out. And this beautiful, wondrous being has come to our help." He let go of me and patted my head, smiling down at me. "I have to admit; I was glad that I would finally be able to go home, but had no idea how."
With that, the Doctor danced around his console with renewed energy, pulling levers and pushing buttons in a hurry, eager to get to his new destination.
"It's something; isn't it," Clara said, sneaking up behind me as the TARDIS jerked into motion.
"What, the TARDIS?"
"No, but it still doesn't cease to surprise me. The Doctor; this new cause he's got. He's always been running, or so the TARDIS says."
"You can understand her?"
"Not well, but I get threads every now and then from when the Doctor hooked me up to her telepathic link. I don't think we're still supposed to be connected, but we are. He talks to her a lot, you know. When no one else is listening. She told me how he's always been wandering; he's never had a place to go. Never a destination; and now he does. And he has you to get him there, Hope."