The Doctor and the Rabbit Hole

Blair slept without dreams as the Moonlight Sonata played in her mind, the perfect harmony disrupted momentarily by the faint sounds "whomp whomp", made her brow furrow in confusion as the music continued. As Blair slumbered and the faint sounds of "whomp whomp" faded and a blue police box appeared in her bedroom, a handsome man dressed in a brown tweed-like suit and white converse sneakers emerged from the box. The man noticed the sleeping girl momentarily, he glanced over her curiously before pulling a gadget from his pocket, twisting and turning the knobs until it made a humming noise following it as the humming noise level rose significantly as he reached the vanity table where the box Blair bought the night before rested.

The man was making an ah-ha sound and mumbling over the box as the humming sound continued. The music in Blair's mind became distorted with the sonata, humming and the man's mumbling; the last became the loudest and the one that seemed to awaken her. Blair sat up in her bed, blinking her eyes, she felt as if she had no sleep and slowly the events of yesterday replayed themselves for her, her parents missing her graduation and Chuck and Vanessa being caught in the throes of passion, made her feel ill. Blair was just about to throw her bed covers off when she noticed some unusual things to be in her room, a man unknown to her, a blue box she had never laid eyes on and a weird humming noise that seemed to be coming from a contraption hanging out the man's hideous untailored brown suit.

Blair was stunned. Was she still dreaming? She heard fragments of what the man said "subterranean star particles", "fascinating", "where did this come from", if the man had sprouted white floppy ears, consulted a pocket watch and started shouting he was late Blair would not have been surprised, such was her shock at finding a stranger in her room. The man turned and Blair stared as he took the humming contraption from his pocket and moved it up and down in front of her. Blair's mouth hung open, her eyes widened, she was sure see locked like an owl and if her mother had entered her room she would inform Blair of her appallingly undignified display of manners she had with staring and her mouth open like a fish; the thought of her mother's harsh criticism caused Blair to immediately close her mouth with a quick snap it was natural reflex in conjunction to what she would know would earn her mother's disapproval.

"Soooooo, where'd you get the box?" The man questioned her.

Blair looked to her right at the big blue box that she knew could have not have fit through her door and then she looked to her left the where the smaller blue box she had bought the evening before sat upon her vanity, to say the least Blair was confused as to which box he meant and who this man was and many more things, so lamely she said "Your British" but rather is was question or a statement she was not sure.

"No, not British. Now back to the box…"

"But you sound like Marcus. You have a similar accent and he was from England." Blair was confused and a little upset she didn't want to think about Lord Marcus or his incestuous ways.

"Is this Marcus the one who gave you the box?"

"No." Blair choked her head, "he is someone I am trying to forget." she answered honestly, though she had no idea why she did since she did not know this man from Adam and she was pretty sure this was all a dream.

"How's that working out?" The man asked interested.

"Am I dreaming?" Blair questioned the unknown man.

"No you are not dreaming. But I really need to know about the box, so…." The man moved about the room near her vanity

"Then you are real?" Blair felt completely lost, was this some demented dream where she was a character in a storybook she never cared for, she had always felt the Queen of Hearts was treated rather shabbily.

"Yes. Now about the box." The humming contraption still hung partially out the man's pocket, and the man was staring earnestly at Blair.

Blair again looked between the two boxes in her room, "Which one?"

"Which one, what?" the man asked slightly perplexed.

"Which box?" Blair said pointing between the two boxes in the room.

"Oh, that one is mine." The man said pointing to the large blue box in her room, "I want to know more about the other box, the blue ornamented one on the vanity."

Blair furrowed her brow. This was perhaps the weirdest conversation she had ever had, but deciding since it was only a dream not to take the strange man and the complete insanity of a big blue box in her room seriously, she relaxed somewhat and came to the conclusion there was no harm in talking to the man, "That one is mine, I bought it last night."

"Where?", The man asked and Blair noted his accent was similar to Marcus's but it lacked the upper crust quality the Lord's had and she pondered why if this was her dream was she dreaming of a man with an accent equivalent of someone from the Bronx when she should be dreaming of a white night with a polished accent from a respectable part of the city.

"A store" Blair quipped.

The man's eyes glinted and he smiled and Blair thought that he was passably attractive but definitely not a Nate Archibald, "What was the name of the store?"

"Strangers Antiques" Blair stated and in her mind she pictured the store front perfectly and then she heard the faint sounds of the sonata.

The man's lips pressed together considering her answer. "Stranger's or Strangers?"

Blair blinked, "There's a difference?"

"Yes. Now which one, please" The man's earlier smile replaced with a hard determination in his eyes, one she had seen before in Chuck's eyes when he was on to something or was about to set a plan into action.

"Who are you?" Blair asked, she was tired of only him getting to ask the questions, and she wanted at least a name.

"I am the Doctor. Now the stores exact name." The man stated confidently as if she should have already known this about him.

"Doctor What?" Blair felt the need to know more about this man, she felt herself lean forward in his direction.

"Just the Doctor. Now look, I know you are confused as to why I am in your bordure unannounced but I need to know about the box, it is vital you tell me the exact name of the store."

Blair stared at the man who stood waiting for her answer, she felt drawn to him and for the first time in this dream of hers she felt afraid, but still she answered the man's question "Strangers without an apostrophe."

"Alright then." The man exclaimed as he tucked the humming contraption fully into his pocket and the pocket was flat and to Blair's further astonishment went to the vanity and grabbed up the blue carriage box, "Hope you don't mind but I have to take this." not waiting for an acceptance the man went to the larger blue box in the room, opened a door and disappeared inside.

Blair stayed in her bed, this was just some Wonderland Dream and that man was her white rabbit and the blue box her rabbit hole but she would be smarter than Alice she wouldn't follow where the rabbit lead. She closed her eyes tight and then she heard a faint "whomp whomp" sound, as she opened her eyes again all was as it should be no blue boxes and no strange men.