Sorry this update is so late, I've been moving into my new house.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Whoverse related.
Chapter Three: A Mystery to Unfold
The TARDIS hurtled through space, with no destination and no set course, passing galaxies in mere seconds. The Teacher let the machine freefly as she reclined against the metal interior. Her thoughts ambled towards her Doctor and she sighed at the thought of him. His ever changing face did not reflect his adamant soul...
"Don't think of such things," she reprimanded herself. She pulled out her Sonic Pencil and fingered it fondly. It possessed a simple gold casing with a sharp red tip, and a blunt red point. The sharp side was for rearranging matter; the blunt side was for erasing it.
"Planet that possesses intelligent life!"
The TATDIS's voice yanked the Teacher out of any dark reveries.
"Stats!" She barked out, rushing to the nearest screen.
"Air composition; 25% Oxygen, 73% Nitrogen, 2% Mixed. Technological Era: Chemical/Nuclear. Size: Approximately that of Earth.
Population of sentient beings: one."
The Teacher's smiled faded.
"I'm sorry, did you say one?"
"You heard me correctly."
"That can't be right... Size of earth? Chemical/Nuclear? They should be reproducing like crazy..." The Teacher rechecked the stats, her curiosity tickled.
"TARDIS, you know what we have to do."
"I've already found a suitable landing location, Madam. Impact in three, two, one…"
That TARDIS screeched to a halt.
"Is the disguise mechanism functional?"
"Yes madam, we currently look like a large boulder."
"Perfect. Well, let's see if we can find out what happened here. Maybe we can rescue the poor soul. It's probably terribly lonely…"
The door swung open to reveal a sea of people, all swarming in different directions. Their garb was ludicrously bright and tacky. They appeared to be human in every aspect except for their yellow, snake-like eyes. Some were talking into communication devices, others were carrying briefcases, and others were hailing cabs.
"Population one, TARDIS? Population one!?" The Teacher slammed the door furiously. "There's a whole city out there! It looks like NYC in the sixties!"
"I stand by what I said madam. There is only one intelligent life form on this planet, and it is in this city."
The Teacher glanced outside nervously.
"But you said the planet was Chemical/Nuclear. How can that be possible if only one person is alive? One person to run all those machines? How – oh…" The Teacher's jaw dropped. "Unless they're all running themselves."
She ran outside the door into the sea of people, carrying her Sonic Pencil and Psychic paper.
"Excuse me," she tapped the shoulder of an extravagantly dressed businessman. "What do you see on here?" she pointed to the piece of paper.
"What are you doing, wasting my time?" The businessman spat. "It's blank." He shoved the Teacher aside roughly, and continued on his way.
"Well, that settles that. Only a genius, hologram, or robot could see the psychic paper as being blank. And I'm going to assume that rude man was no genius." She shoved the psychic paper into her pocket and revolved on her feet.
"Come now, there's got to be a record or newspaper stand. Something that can tell me what happened here." Her eyes scanned the busy street, examining the different edifices and their various names. Finally her eyes fell on one name in particular; library.
She headed straight for the building.
