Not two seconds after the TARDIS disappeared did I hear the familiar sound of it returning. I spun around to see its last few seconds of reappearing behind me, it now standing up correctly.

The door swung open, revealing the Doctor and his smiling face, "See, I told you I would be right back," he stepped out of the TARDIS to me. "Did you take care of the screwdriver for me?" I nodded, handing it to him.

"Doesn't look much like a screwdriver to me," I said to him. He looked over it once, then put it in his inside coat pocket. "Yeah, well that doesn't look much like a time machine to you either," he said pointing his thumb at the TARDIS. I shrugged, indifferent.

"So, a trip in your time machine, you say?" I asked him, following him around the TARDIS. He spun around to smile at me. "Are you ready?" he asked. I nodded. "As ready as I'll ever be."

"Then come on in," he said, holding out his hand for me to take. I smiled, holding onto it, as he snapped his fingers on his other hand and the door opened on its own. He pulled me through the doors.

It is like magic, none that can be described. The first time you walk through the doors of the TARDIS are the few most precious moments of your life, ones that you will be able to look back on and smile, knowing they are private between you and the Doctor, that no one would ever believe you, something being bigger on the inside than the outside. You may not even believe yourself.

I walked through the TARDIS doors, expecting the inside to be cramped and awkward, but it was nothing like that, nothing at all. It was bright and beautiful and...

"It's bigger on the inside." I stated in amazement. The Doctor let go of my hand, hurrying up some steps that were impossibly there, to what looked like a control panel in the center of the room we were in.

I looked around in awe, then gingerly walked up the same steps the Doctor did. On that level, I ran a circle around the control panel, starting and ending where the Doctor was. He fiddled with some buttons and pretended not to watch me, but I knew he was. To see what I would do.

"Impressed?" he asked. "Very," I answered him, still looking around. "But... how?"

"Time Lord technology," he stated, "the laws of physics are different on every planet, as all beings should know, but think of the TARDIS as the handbag Hermione uses in the 7th Harry Potter, and we are just the books she threw into it. Miss Rowling got that idea from me."

I couldn't not smile at this... man. Time Lord. Whatever he was, I absolutely loved him.

"Don't go anywhere," I said quickly. I ran out the door and circled the TARDIS, making sure it just didn't grow when we walked in. Would that have been weirder?

I banged on the side of the TARDIS. "Can you hear that?" I yelled. "No!" the Doctor yelled back. I laughed, stepping in then out again. It was still the same.

I finally gave up on figuring it out and walked inside again. "Satisfied?" he asked when I walked up to him again. I nodded, embarrassed.

"Don't worry, that's not the weirdest thing someone has ever done," he said to me. I smiled, looking at the other stairs leading other ways.

"Where do those go?" I asked him, pointing in their directions. He leaned and looked where I was pointing. "Oh, those go to, well, every which way. You'll learn how to navigate this place eventually, as I have..." he dropped off what he was saying and began talking to himself, "mostly. I mean, I found that spa room in the 3rd second left corridor. I never knew I had a spa room. A pool room, but not a spa room..."

"You have a pool... in a time machine?" I asked, not trying to hide my surprise. He nodded as if this was normal. "Of course, and a library, ATM machine, wardrobe, bedroom. You name it, I've got it!" He smiled at me, then walked to the other side of the control panel.

"Bedroom?" I asked. He nodded, "Mine, but I hardly ever use it," he said as he looked up at me. "Do I use it?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. He shrugged. "If you want. I have many bedrooms. Do you like bunk beds? I have bunk beds. Bunk beds are cool."

I couldn't help but laugh. This seemed to satisfy him, as he gave me a very attractive half smile.

"I have a question about the TARDIS, Doctor," I said to him. "Yes? Ask away."

"If I go outside, like so," I ran down the steps and opened the TARDIS door, standing on the dirt outside, "does time pass differently out here as it does in there?"

The Doctor began a long speech on why it was practically the same time, when I looked to my right at the road. I could see a pair of headlights coming down the road towards the movie theatre. I gasped, recognizing the Mercedes that could only belong to my mom.

No, I don't want to leave! I want to stay with the Doctor! I took out my phone, checking the time: 11:30, exactly. I took one last look outside at Morbidton, one last look at the headlights of the Mercedes, the neon lights of the movie theatre, then walked through the doors of the TARDIS, closing them tightly behind me.

I bounded up the steps to the Doctor. "Alright, Doctor, I know where I want to go."