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Chapter Two
"Time Lord." He heard her say.
He blinked slowly. Words escaped him, a precedent in its own right. The girl's knees began to quake and give out. There was something powerful overwhelming her. The Time Lord rushed to her aid, and put her arm over his shoulders. He carried her into the blue box until whatever was weighing her down became too much for him. He set her gently on the floor, while she shook violently from the pain.
"So much pain!" She cried in agony, "Why do I hurt so much?" Hot tears fell from the corners of her eyes as she clutched her knees. Stabs of immense pain pulsed through her body and her breathing became shallow. The Time Lord put his fingertips on her temples until her discomfort ceased. Instantly she relaxed and stretched out on the grated floor. Her breathing became steady and the pain left with every breath. "Who are you?" she asked.
"I'm the Doctor. Who are you?"
"I'm Dana." She answered wiping the sweat from her brow.
"And you're American?" He asked.
Dana sat herself upright and looked around the inside of the box. It was bigger on the inside. She didn't say this; she didn't feel the need too. This Doctor probably already realized this obvious, yet most impossible, fact. She looked back at him and realized he was staring at her. She remembered he had asked a question.
"Oh," she began, "Um yeah, kind of. Do you have tea? I could really use some right about now. Or hot chocolate? I love hot chocolate."
Instead of abiding her request, the Doctor pulled out a small device and appeared to be scanning her. She jerked her head away from the blue light the device was emitting. She eyed it suspiciously until she came to the conclusion it wasn't going to hurt.
"Well you're not dangerous, and you're not human." He concluded.
"Yes and yes." Dana replied in a matter of fact way, "Now how about that tea?"
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Weak was the best word to describe the tea. The overwhelming taste of boiling water scalded her tongue as she sipped her drink politely. She liked her tea a bit stronger. Actually she liked hot chocolate more, but she thought it best not to bite the hand that fed her. Weak with a hint of honey. The Doctor walked toward her with his own mug in hand. Silence deafened the two as they continued to avoid the burning questions. Dana could still feel her head pound like her own heart from the earlier events. Episodes such as that have occurred in her life before, but none of that magnitude.
Finally the Doctor broke the silence, "So you're not human?" He felt the need to clarify.
"Neither are you." she replied. More silence. "The Doctor huh? Interesting choice of title. Most people who use that are in a field of medicine or science. Are you in either?"
"Well," He said exaggerating the syllables, "I dabble here and there. I do more traveling than doctoring. Well actually I do fix a lot of things. A mess of things really. Anyway when you do that you're bound to pick up some knowledge in those areas. And Dana, I assume, is a nickname?"
"You assume correctly. It's short for Dananoxacoriapolis. I have a hard enough time saying it. I thought I'd save some poor human the embarrassment of trying."
"It's like talking with peanut butter in your mouth." The Doctor remarked making valiant attempts at pronouncing her name. "Sorry that was rude. I'm a bit rude. Well actually I'm a bit more than that. I'm a bit of a genius, a bit distracted, a bit attached to my thumb, and bit talkative if you haven't guessed. I could babble on for hours. Ask anyone! They'll tell you I can go on and on and on. There's no end in sight sometimes. Once I even -"
"Interesting." Dana interrupted." No really, wow that's fascinating. Time Lord huh? I'll admit I never expected to meet one of you."
The Doctor grew silent. A quiet storm was raging in his eyes. Dana could feel her head throbbing as the Doctor looked out ahead of him, staring into the past of what once was, and what will never be. Conflict was growing within her mind now. She felt faint. She grabbed hold of the console to balance herself. The Doctor awoke from his trance and concern once again returned to him.
"What's wrong?" he asked frantically. "Do you need a lie down or something?"
Suddenly every overwhelming emotion disappeared, like a large weight had been lifted off her shoulders. "No I'm fine now. Really I swear. Look, I see ten fingers, and I can point to my nose." She completed each action, but still the Doctor remained unconvinced.
"You know I would feel much better if you would sit down, or something to that extent please." His brow furrowed and Dana felt a bit guilty. She knew exactly why she had almost fainted. What she couldn't figure out was why all of a sudden. How could so much emotion be built up in one being?
"Okay," she complied.
"And one more thing." He said, "You seem to know about me yeah? But if you're not human, what are you?"
Now it was Dana's turn to be silent. She gripped her mug tightly and nibbled on the edge. She could feel his gaze and his concern. Finally she answered, "I'll tell you, but the thing is I don't think you'll believe me."
"Try me."
"Well according to every government file I've been through I don't exist. I shouldn't exist because my people died long ago." His brow furrowed and his gaze grew more intense. "You see Doctor I am an Empathime."
The Doctor's eyes widened with disbelief. Empathime. They were legends, mythical beings. They had died so long ago. Which could only mean one thing: she was the last of her kind. Grief, like a hungry monster, began to consume Dana from the inside out. Her eyes glazed over and rolled into the back of her head. Everything began to slow itself down; including the fall her mug had taken.