Zhara and I looked at each other. We really didn't know where to go.
"Just surprise us," I said, smiling.
The Doctor smiled back. "Okay. One random planet and one random time coming up," he said excitedly, and then the TARDIS started to shake.
"Don't worry. She does that sometimes," he said reassuring us.
I nodded and watched him twirl around the console; hitting things, pulling levers, and moving things around. Sometimes it even made a weird noise or an occasional ding.
Seeing the Doctor twist and twirl made me laugh, and pretty soon we were all laughing.
He seemed happier for some reason. But all of this just reminded me of the dreams I forgot.
"Doctor do you have any idea of why we were having those dreams?" I asked.
He now looked like he was in deep thought. Then he finally looked at us. "I really haven't a clue. Maybe you were having a type of déjà vu," he said. Then he smiled. "Or maybe you were having those dreams because it was destined for us to meet."
For some reason, that made complete sense. Maybe this was supposed to happen and Zhara's and my mind were just registering it all before it actually did.
"But wouldn't that mean that were are destined to meet those Weeping Angels things, too, since we dreamed about them?" Zhara asked. I looked at her and saw a worried expression on her face. I glanced over to see the Doctor's reaction to this thought.
His smile had faded away and he looked very serious.
"Even though I wouldn't like to think that, you do have a point, Zhara," he said. "But I will do anything in my power to make sure you don't see the Weeping Angels, and if you do just remember one very, very important thing."
"Well, what it that?" Zhara asked.
"Don't blink."
Zhara and I looked at each other and then we nodded. I wonder why that was very important, but I think he was being serious when he said it.
The Doctor, however, went back to pulling and pushing his levers and buttons.
"It should take a little while until we get there," he said.
Zhara looked happy and content, and soon she started humming. The tune to the song sounded very familiar.
"Do you have 'Alouette' stuck in your head?" I asked her, smiling.
"Yes. It won't go away, and it's all your fault,"
"Shall we sing it together then?"
"We shall."
And we started singing. Another voice joined in, and to my surprise it was the Doctor.
When we were done I smiled at him. "You speak French?" I asked.
"Oui, allons-y," he said with a grin.
"Wait what did he say?" Zhara asked, apparently clueless.
"He said, 'Yes, let's go,'" I explained.
"How much French do you know?" Zhara asked the Doctor.
"I speak French fluently. I know every language, including baby," he said.
"Babies have a language?"
"Of course they do!"
"What do babies talk about?" I asked.
"Well, most of them talk about eating and what brand of diapers they have. Then some babies talk about how stupid their parents are. There are some babies who have plans for world domination, but they'll forget their plans by the time they can speak," he said.
"World domination? How would they even know what that is?"
"Well, there is a reason why babies can't speak as soon as they're born. They are geniuses. They know the secrets of everything, but it is so much information that they forget it over time."
Zhara wasn't paying attention to the conversation much. She was looking around the inside of the TARDIS with a tired look on her face.
"How many rooms does this thing have?" she asked the Doctor.
"As many as I want it to," he answered.
"That's cool," she said, stifling a yawn.
The Doctor smiled gently. "You girls are tired aren't you," he pointed out.
"Maybe a little, but I am way too excited to go to sleep," I said.
"Same here. I'm just too excited to even think about sleeping. There's just too many other things to think about," Zhara agreed.
The Doctor's smile grew. "I'm glad that you two are looking forward to the up coming adventures, but I promise you that if you go to sleep when you wake up everything will be the same as it is now," he said softly.
"Cross your heart?" I asked with a grin.
"Well. I have two hearts. So cross my hearts," he said, and he made the crossing motion with both of his hands above his chest.
Wait… two hearts?
"You have two hearts?" Zhara asked, basically reading my mind.
"Yes. I'm not human. I'm a Time Lord," the Doctor said.
"What is a Time Lord?" I asked.
"A Time Lord is an alien race," he explained.
"You're an alien?" Zhara asked really excitedly.
"Yes, I am," the Doctor said with a smile.
"So there are more Time Lords?" Zhara said.
The Doctor's expression grew very dark and sad. He was looking at us, but his eyes seemed to be drifting into space itself.
"Not anymore. I'm the last one…" he said, finally.
"What happened?" I asked in a softer tone.
"There was this war, called the Time War. It was against Time Lords and the Daleks. The Daleks won," he said in a sad voice. He looked like this tortured him to talk about it so I decided to change the subject.
"Tell us more about the Weeping Angels," I said.
I couldn't tell, but I think he looked a bit relived that the subject was changed and the spacey look in his eyes went away.
"Weeping Angels really have no reason to want to kill. They just do. They enjoy toying with you, when ever they can. They can't move when you look at them, which is why I say don't blink. When you look at them they stop moving and they appear to be stone, but when you look away or blink they move. If they get to you, they make you… I don't know how to put it. They make you live to death, if that makes any sense at all," he said.
"Why don't they move when you look at them?" I asked.
"It is there defense mechanism. I guess they are afraid of you seeing them while they are moving. They're really fast too. You can blink and when you open your eyes they could be right in front of you, even if you were ten feet away."
"Okay, these things sound very scary and I never want to see them," Zhara said, shivering. I don't think she was shivering because she was cold, I think it was the scary thought of seeing the Weeping Angels.
"I promise with everything I have that I will try to keep you away from them," the Doctor said. Even though I only met him about an hour ago, and we haven't spoken for long, I trusted him. I believed everything he just said.
"What are some other alien races?" I asked.
"Oh, there are too many to discuss right now. Plus I think you are both really tired," the Doctor said with a soft smile.
When he said that my eyes automatically registered that my brain wanted me to sleep, and they began to droop. I yawned, and not even a second after, Zhara yawned, too.
"Yeah, maybe we are tired," She said.
"Come on, I'll show you to your rooms," the Doctor said, offering his hand to help us from our chairs.
I took his hand and stood up. Then Zhara took his hand and stood up beside me. The Doctor then led us to our rooms, which were right across from each other.
"I gave you each a queen sized bed, a lamp, and anything else you might need," he said. "I hope you girls sleep well." He then smiled and walked away to let us do our own thing.
I looked at Zhara and smiled really big. She smiled back.
"I don't have to leave. I don't have to move. I am so excited! I get to be with you," she said, randomly bear hugging me.
"I am excited, too," I said. "I cant wait until we get to where ever we are going."
"Let's hope it is weird and adventurous," Zhara said. She hugged me one last time and then went in her room. She turned back and looked at me. "Goodnight," she said.
"Goodnight, Zhara," I said, and went into my room, and closed the door.
When I laid down on the bed it was one of the softest things I have ever felt. In about a minute or two, I fell into a vortex of blackness, and into my dream land.