Chapter Four: A New House (Minky`s POV)

The house that Samuel and Thomas lived in was really pretty. It was a huge skyscraper with apartments and he had one at the top. It`s one of the few buildings to not be damaged.

"Going up," Samuel told us as we stepped into the elevator, pressing the "39" button.

The ride was slow so obviously everyone talked to me.

"Tell us about yourself." Samuel ordered.

"Well I have a mom named Ditzy, a dad named Doctor, and a sister named Dinky. I`m... (I tried to count the years between time traveling and my original year of age) about 13 years old I think. What year is it?"

"2001... why...?" Thomas asked.

"So 2014-2001=0013, so yeah, I am a little over 13 years old."

"You`re weird, but you`re also funny," Thomas giggled.

"Nice try," Samuel smiled. "Come on, who are you really?"

I opened my eyes widened knowing I would have to lie. I haven't lied in forever, and that was a good thing.

"I have a mom named Delilah, a dad named Darrel, and a sister named Destiny, and I am 6 years old," I said quickly.

"See, that wasn`t so bad, now was it?" Samuel smiled as the doors opened.

"You have no idea," I muttered.

I followed the two into the hallway and watched Samuel use a key to open door number "43".

I was welcomed by the smell of vanilla cupcakes and cinnamon and I heard a female teenager crying. Before anybody said anything to me I found her sitting on the floor in front of the TV watching the news. Replays of the Twin Towers falling were just staring her in the face.

The teenager was a beautiful young woman with long chestnut hair that touched the floor. She sat up straight but had her head bowed down so I couldn`t see her face. She wore a light green t-shirt with black jeans and her feet were uncovered.

She sniffed. "Do you know what happened?" Her voice was angelic and soft, but it had a hint of angry venom in it like a viper about to attack.

No one answered her.

"Terrorists... They hijacked a goddamned plane!" The girl screamed.

I motioned for everyone to go to a different room for a second and pulled my sonic screwdriver out, scanning the girl.

"You are sad and hurt although none of your friends or family died. You might need to talk to someone, but it isn`t necessary, you will learn how to cope."

"W-w-what is that, who are you?" She asked.

"Listen, please, don`t tell anyone," I pleaded as I put the screwdriver back into my pocket.

"Only if you tell me what you are. Now sit, sit," She patted a spot next to her in front of the TV.

"Do I really have to tell you?" I sighed as I sat down. "You won`t believe me anyways. No one does."

"I believe everything," She laughed. "Hit me."

"Alright, I`m a Time Lord," I muttered.

"Well... what`s that?"

"Oh come on! I thought that would be good enough. I`m still learning, too, so bear with me," I laughed. "It`s um... Icantravelintime," I said quickly.

"No way, no freaking way!" She said with a gasp. "You mean... so where are you from? Future, past, present...?"

"Future, I think, I was thrown back in time."

"Wait, by whom? And can`t you just travel back?"

"Not exactly... okay listen, because what I am about to tell you might seem crazy. My father is a Time Lord too, his name is the Doctor. He travels around in something called the TARDIS, which stands for 'Time and Relative Dimension in Space'. It took the form of an old blue police box from London and it can travel through time and space and everywhere in between. There are these things he has to fight because they are a threat, and the one that got me was called a Weeping Angel. They grab you and throw you back in time when they are unobserved. They take the form of stone statues covering their faces-"

"Any problems...? Minky, are you alright?" Samuel asked as he stepped out.

A smiled a fake smile and said "Yes, everything is okay." Then I leaned into the girl`s ear and said "We`ll talk later."

"Agreed," She smiled, her green eyes sparkling. By now the tears had faded from her face and she seemed calmer.

"I think I am going to go head out and see if anybody needs help. Minky, how about you go become friends with Thomas? Natalya, you can start to cook dinner. I don`t care what it is, just cook it," He said with a laugh as he walked out of the apartment.

"Ugh, whatever," Natalya groaned with a smile as she headed for the kitchen. "You better show me how that screwdriver works," She laughed towards me.

"Well... you kind of just press a button. It`s easy,"

"MINKY, COME PLAY WITH ME!" Thomas yelled from his room.

"Coming, Thomas!" I followed the noises of laughter and talking into his bedroom. It was painted blue with a red racecar bed and black and white checkered flags hanging up across the wall. A single lamp illuminated his room and there were toy robots and monsters on his dresser.

The little redheaded boy covered in pale skin, blue eyes, and freckles looked up and smiled. "Hi there, Minky...! Come play robots with me?"

I debated what I would do for a minute and stood there like an idiot. I could play with him, I could not play with him, or I could use my sonic screwdriver to make the toys play with him by themselves.

"Sure, why not," I smiled as I sat down.

(About an Hour Later)

"Kids, dinner is done!" Natalya yelled from the kitchen. Together, I and Thomas defeated "Sir Prince" in some sort of land Thomas also made up. It didn`t make sense.

"Need help?" I asked her as I set the table. Samuel was in the bathroom showering (I heard the water running) so it was just us four for a few minutes.

"No, other than what you are doing, we don`t need help. I guess we can just wait for Dad and then we can start eating," She sighed as she placed a large bowl of spaghetti onto the table, followed by cups and plates.

Everyone sat down and there was an awkward silence as we listened to the water stop.

"So, Minky, I was wondering if you`d like to sleep in MY room, or Thomas`s room while you stay here," Natalya asked as she started to pass out the plates.

"It doesn`t matter, whatever works for you. I don`t want to be of any trouble. Dear Celestia, I`m turning into Fluttershy," I said, rambling on before I could shut my mouth. "I-I-I mean... 'Oh, I am kind of shy.'"

"Nice save," Natalya mouthed with a confused grin as Samuel sat down.

"Sorry I was late," He laughed. He rummaged his fingers through his short brown hair and stiffened up. "They needed a lot of work done..."

"You were only an hour, Dad, it wasn`t long at all." She said through a mouthful.

"So do you know where you are going to sleep, Minky?" Samuel then asked.

I looked to Thomas who had a disgusted look on his face, and to Natalya who put her hands together in a praying motion. "How about I sleep in Natalya`s room?" I asked.

"YES!" Natalya cheered.

"I didn`t think you would like her that much already, Nat!" Samuel then laughed.