Do I tell him? She ponders, because at this point the truth may in fact, not be the best option, the truth can get me escorted out in a straightjacket she muses. However before deciding against the idea entirely she studies the man in front of her, when she realizes there's something familiar about him...something...oh she thinks. So that's why...this was the man who lived with someone closer to the Doctor than anyone in certain aspects.
In fact, she and the man standing in front of her seemed to share one thing in common. They both became the heart of someone who could be cold, who could be distant, and someone who seemed awfully lonely. It is the same someone who was also equal parts brilliant, and insane, as well as otherworldly. Someone who was gone, she thinks turning her thoughts to the newspaper article she had seen a few weeks ago.
She looks at the man and says very clearly "I am looking for a man who owns an old blue police box. He is out on that stage right now, and if I don't get to him, I'll never see him again" the last part she chokes out in equal parts disbelief and grief. Again, the word echoes hollowly through her mind, you lost him once and now you're losing him again.
The man raises an eyebrow "Are you feeling alright?"
She clenches her teeth -why would he believe her, she was foolish to even hope, as hope often does that to us, but then she is hit by an idea.
The Doctor would by proud, she muses.
"Would you trade anything to see him alive again, anything to see him next to you smiling, annoying the bloody hell out of you because he said something so much smarter? What wouldn't you give for a moment of the madness and adventure, for the life you used to live? what would you give to have the one person back, who made you feel important, who made you feel alive?" She finishes.
He clenches his jaw, but a look at his eyes, easily give away the nerve she has hit
"H-h-ow, do you know about him?" he doesn't mean the papers; he means how she knew exactly how she had described the man, the life that they once had.
"Because I had a madman once too. He couldn't stay, had to leave actually… to save me…" She swallows, murmuring the last part.
"Mine too "The man says softly.
"Sir, John, whatever you bloody name is, do you remember the time those…well, fake spaceships were seen on the telly?" She has to hold her tongue on the word fake.
She then gives him a small smile "The aliens, all real, I've seen them, I've traveled with the man who saved earth…"
"Okay- I don't know how much to believe but I'll help you. I've sort of started believing in some crazy things since well- you know..." He finishes hastily.
"Yeah, they do that to you...make you think madness is normal and the other way around." She chuckles. For the first time, things seem to be looking up, if only slightly.
"So, where do we go then…?" She asks.
"What's the mad blokes name again?" He reciprocates the small smile.
"He goes by the name David Tennant here, he's really The Doctor though, from
Galifrey, but that's a bit of a story." She replies.
He quickly scans the schedule list that was lying on a nearby table. "Well Mr. Tennant
appears to currently be in the dressing room on the 6th floor…Elevator?" He holds out his hand to her as she opens the door to the dressing room.
"Works for me..." She says, with an impish smile forming. For the first time, the two
people who have known so much despair, both begin to believe in the notion of happiness, not entirely but a reflection of it; they both believe that things will finally be looking up for the first time in a long time. And oh my dear readers, how sorry I am to say, that it will truly look the opposite of their exact sentiments.