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Chapter Two: The Stars

I raised an eyebrow at the run down pub that stood its ground before me.

It's old, burnt bricks sent a chill down my spine. The boarded up windows and doors blocked everything on the inside. I froze. Something was in there. I knew it. I felt it.

Maybe now was a good time to turn around and leave. I mean, why risk it. The inside could be broken up and dangerous for all I knew. Besides, it was only 11:00, the Doctor isn't even here yet.

I stood there for a minute. Then, curiosity took over. God, do I hate when it does that.

I tried kicking at the windows, then the door. No use. I'm not strong enough to kick it down. If I can't get through the front, then I'll have to get in through the side.

I prance over to the side of the building. Puddles from last nights rain fall splashing under my combat boots. The empty dark sky was glaring down at me, but I glared back as I wedged myself between the buildings.

I groaned at the tightness. I was petite, but I'm afraid that this was a little too…tiny of a space. It didn't help that it was dark either.

I barely managed to maneuver my hand to my back pocket to fish out my phone. When I got a good grip on it, I pressed the home button to give me some light. There was no openings in front of me but if I side-stepped 10 feet, I'd be in front of an old rusted ladder. It looked like it went to the 2nd floor, but because of the dim lighting I couldn't tell.

I pressed my hands to the wall as I scooted towards the window. Big mistake. Little did I know that a stupid nail was sticking out of the wall.

"Ah!" I gasped. A streak of blood lined my palm. Whatever, this is small compared to the wounds my Uncle gave me. I continued on.

After climbing the latter, I reached the window. I rubbed away the dirt and grime from it. I leaned my head against the window and tried to see if there was anything inside. Nope, just a dark abyss. You know, I really question my judgment sometimes.

I push the window open, and hop inside. The impact of my combat boots makes dust fill the room. I cough, and wave my hand absent mindedly, trying to figure out my surroundings. I whip out my phone and get a good look. Burnt chairs and broken glass litter the floor around me. But, thankfully, to my right are a set of stairs. Having a tight grip on the remnants of the railing, I make my way down the stairs. The last thing I need to do is break my arm.

The downstairs is the same as the upstairs. Burnt chairs, barstools missing a leg, broken bottles, and dance floor that looks like it hasn't been swept in ages. Last but not least, there was no time traveler in this room.

It was when I was about to give up and leave that I tripped over a rug.

I groaned, "Stupid rug."

But, the stupid rug held something underneath. A door that led to a downstairs area, a basement. Might as well check it out, what do I have to lose?

I lifted the heavy door, and was met by a wave of suspicion. Something's wrong, I have to go. But, I didn't. Why didn't I?

I tiptoed lightly down the stairs. I was scared, and cold. My hand shook, as I tried to grasp the railing. My heart raced.

When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I was met with a black void. I turned my phone on, and let it shine into the darkness.

I almost laughed with relief. It was only angel statues, no biggie. There were only 4. It was kind of strange to keep angle statues underneath a bar, don't you think? I looked down to check the time on my phone, 11:40. Only two more minutes until the Doctor's supposed appearance. I guess I can wait two more minutes.

When I looked up I couldn't believe my eyes. It frightened me so much that I dropped my phone. All light was gone.

How long was I looking down? One second, two? It didn't matter then. What mattered was that the angels had moved, and they were coming towards me.

But then it happened. The worse thing that could ever happen in this moment, happened.

"No. Not now, not this again." I couldn't see. The world felt like it was crumbling beneath my feet. My breath was coming in short, and my pulse began to weaken. Then everything was dark.

This has been happening to me all of my life. So, you could say I was use to it.

Whenever it happened, I'd see a light, and then a dark abyss below me. But, every single time, I never chose a side. Neither the light or the dark seemed appealing. I walked straight down the middle. Into the lines in the middle of black and white. On the sides of me, I'd see images. Images, that were like the big screens in Times Square.

The images were blurred and hard to see. But, I always remembered them. Some would play a sound, a muffled whisper.

I saw a hand, holding my own. The stars, billions of them spread around a blue box. I saw bright, clever smile. I saw a woman with brown hair, and an upturnt nose like my own. I saw myself crying. I saw myself blush, and laugh. Then, I heard a faint whisper:

"Come with me."

I snapped back to reality with a rush. My eyes looked around frantically.

I was no longer inside the basement of the bar; I was in a bedroom, a really nice once actually.

Emily, stop! Quality doesn't matter! Whose house am I in? Why am I not dead?

I crept out of the room, into the long round hallways. There were all kinds of rooms; there was a library, a swimming pool, a lounge, a stargazing room, and some more bedrooms. This house was huge; it was a thousand times better than my old dingy apartment. Finally, I was met with a circular room. There were buttons and controls in the center. Moving gears worked along the ceiling. And a set of doors were on my right.

It was beautiful, from the purple hues, and the star lit ceiling, it was like a dream. But what was the purpose of this room? It looked like a strange living room set up. Oh well, people do have different taste.

My awe was interrupted by clinking tools underneath me. I raised a curious eyebrow, and walked down the blue steps.

There was a boy. Maybe my age, could be a year older. He had black hair that wasn't really styled. His hair actually looked like he rolled out of bed. He wore round goggles, and his lips were in a thin line as he focused on his tinkering. He was…cute.

I fiddled with my fingers, "Um, I'm sorry to interrupt. But, would you mind telling me where I am?"

"Blimey!" He yelped, dropping his object in the process. He ripped off his goggles, and replaced them with eyeglasses.

I ran over and picked up the object, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you."

He examined me closely. "You're alive."

I looked deeply into his dark eyes, "What? Of course I am. What made you think I was dead? Look, thank you for your help, but I should get going."

He looked slightly confused, "Your heart stopped! You stopped breathing!"

"I didn't stop breathing."

"Yes you did."

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did!"

"No it didn't, and who are you to be asking all the questions?!"

"Because, I'm the Doctor. I ask questions then I do something clever and figure out the answer, there's a whole process!"

Was it him? I asked, "Doctor who?"

He ran up the stairs, "Oh blimey, this is how it starts! Just the Doctor! Can I ask who you are?"

"I'm Emily. Emily Oswald."

He paused, "Pretty name."

"Thanks. So, what were those things back there? At the bar?"

"Oh, right. Those were the Weeping Angels. But don't worry; I took care of them after I got you out. They won't be around anymore, I promise! But, I can't help but wonder why they didn't kill you…It's best that you forget, and move on. Now come here, I have to fix your hand. Then, I'll take you home."

I looked down at my hand. Ew.

We sat down opposite of each other and he began cleaning and wrapping my hand silently.

"You're taking short breaths. Why?"

"My ribs hurt." I said emotionlessly.

"Why?"

"You ask a lot of questions."

"Why?"

I sighed, "I fell."

He rolls his eyes, "You're lying."

"How do you know that?"

"Takes one to know one. Tell me what happened, Emily."

I don't know why I told him, but I did. "My Uncle. He, um…he hit me."

"He did what?" He leaned in closer, searching my eyes for something.

"He punched me. I-I'm fine though." I say sternly.

"No you aren't. Lift up your shirt, let me see."

"Well, you certainly don't like to take things slow, do you?" I winked.

He blushed madly, and his eyes went wide. "What? N-No! Just let me see."

I sighed and lifted it to only show my bruised ribs. He scanned it with a blue light.

"It's a sonic screwdriver. Your ribs are broken. Do you know what that means?"

"It means that my ribs are broken."

"No," he took my hand, "it means that I'm never going to let you go back there ever again. Do you know where you are?"

"Your house."

"No, wait, yes. But, this is the TARDIS. It can travel anywhere, and it can even travel through time. Anywhere you want to go. You can get away from that horrible Uncle of yours. What do you say, Emily Oswald? Come with me."

A big smile blossomed on my face. "It looks like we have a deal."

"What do you want to see first?"

"The stars."

*Wipes sweat from forehead* How was that? More description of the Doctor's outfit is to come in the next chapter! Oh, and Emily's story is getting more complicated! Muhahaha! I really hope you guys liked it, drop me a review to let me know how it was! Thank you guys so much for reading, and I hope you have a good day/afternoon/night!