This is a mixture of the original chapters. Just longer and more coherently written.

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I stared silently after him, "Oh no you don't," I muttered, grabbing my coat and running after him, Rose following me, "Hold on, you can't go walking off as if nothing has happened," I informed him, and he grinned widely, "Hey!"

"Yes I can go walking off," he answered cheerily, "Here I am. This is me walking off," he answered cheerily, waving the hand around, "See you!" he was quite a fast walker, both Rose and I were running to keep up with his quick pace. Frustrated, I caught up with him as he exited the estate building. Why wouldn't he just explain it to us? Was it really that difficult to tell someone what he was doing?

Rose managed to fall into line next to us, "But that arm was moving, it tried to kill me," she insisted, "It was moving on its own. Like it was alive," he was ignoring her again, "It was trying to kill me," she pressed, wanting the same information as I did.

The Doctor snorted slightly, "Ten out of ten for observation," he replied, still walking as fast as he can. I looked at the expression of his face. It seemed to be a mix of amusement, interest and anxiety. It was a strange combination of things to be feelings. All seemed to be the complete opposite from one another. He was a complete mess of contradictions and inconsistencies. And I couldn't help but follow him.

"You can't just walk away," I told him, walking quickly, feeling that by the end of this walk, I would end up with a stitch and even more questions than I had currently, "You have to explain yourself, you can't leave us with all these questions,"

"You've got to tell us what's going on," Rose added, backing me up.

The Doctor didn't look troubled by both of us pelted him with questions and demands of explanations, "No, I don't," he said, waving us both of easily. I looked up at the clear blue sky, inwardly pondering whether it was worth following him. He didn't seem like the type of person that would give anything away if he didn't have a reason for doing so. But I so desperately wanted answers.

"Ok then," she shrugged, seemingly unconcerned with him brushing us off at every single question that we were asking of him, "We'll go to the police," I looked warningly at her. I knew that she wouldn't do that. We had both agreed last night that no one would have believed the story. Rose carried on, "We'll tell everyone, you said if we did that we'd get people killed, so, your choice," she smiled, appearing as if she knew what she had been talking about, "Tell us or we'll start talking,"

"Is that supposed to sound tough?" he asked, looking at her carefully as if he was trying to figure her out.

"Yes, she is trying to sound tough," I answered and he turned to look at me on the other side of him, "But we still want to know the answer. We can and will go to the police if you don't tell us anything," I searched his face intently, "Someone died. Their family deserves to be told how exactly they died. It's only fair,"

He paused for a bit before smiling slightly, "Nice try, doesn't work," he told me, striding across the tarmac. I smiled tightly, growing steadily more irritated with him dodging the questions that we were throwing to him.

I sighed, "Who are you?" I asked him.

He sighed, rubbing the side of his head, "I told you- The Doctor," he explained. Once again, that didn't answer her question. I looked again at the sky, surprised that it was such a clear day. Simple, easy to understand...unlike the man that we were walking next to. Was it even worth it? He didn't seem like he was going to crack easily to our interrogation. Was there any point in just trying to persist? We could go home, put on the TV and talk about inconsequential matters. Not this.

"We got that bit," Rose drew my attention back to the present with her question. No, we wouldn't let this go easily. It was the prospect of something different. And I wasn't willing to let the opportunity slip through my fingers, "But Doctor what? What's your name?"

"Just the Doctor," he replied happily.

"The Doctor. Is that it?" I asked, sceptically, not completely believing him, "No other name, no first name, no last name?" we turned out of the estate, walking along a main road. We were disconnected with the world, normal life lay just feet away from us, but we had no intention of going there. It was a strange and wondrous possibility, "Just the Doctor,"

"Hello," he waved the arm at me, and I laughed, placing a hand to my mouth in silent mirth.

"Is that supposed to sound impressive?" I swallowed my smile, looking at him honestly.

"Sort of," he said, and I looked at him, as he once again evaded the questions. The sudden burst of happiness inside me, wilted. He never lied completely but he also never told us the truth. He really was the most impossible man that I had met. And I suspected that he would be the only impossible man that I would ever meet in the future. If he stayed around long enough.

I walked a bit faster, walking backwards to look at him properly, "Come on then," I smiled, shrugging, "You can tell us. We've seen enough to deserve a proper explanation. You can't leave us with more half-answers and questions than we originally had," I eyed his clothes; "You're not the police, are you?"

He laughed, "No," he scoffed, and I felt slightly abashed. It had only been a thought, I hadn't been completely serious in asking him, "I was just passing through," he finally admitted, "I'm a long way from home," I stopped suddenly, on the pavement. Somehow that resonated within me. No wonder he seemed like he was a mix of loneliness and defiance. I gathered my thoughts together and willed myself visibly to catch up with him and my sister.

Rose didn't seem to be having the same thought as I had been, "But what have we done wrong?" she asked, seriously, "How come those plastic things keep coming after us?"

"Oh," he raised his hands in mock surprise, his tone mocking, "Suddenly the entire world revolves around you two. You both were just an accident. You just got in the way that's all," it wasn't said in malice, just as an honest brutal statement. There seemed to be no way of getting around that. It was the cold truth.

"It tried to kill me!" Rose protested, missing the point entirely, "In the flat just now; it was trying to kill me. And then in the shop, those plastic dummies...they were going to kill us,"

"It was after me, not you!" his tone was incredulous, as if he thought it was the only logical explanation of why everything had happened in my flat, "Last night, in the shop. I was there. You both blundered in, almost ruined the whole thing. This morning, I was tracking it down," he held up the arm. It hadn't moved since the Doctor had buzzed it with his screwdriver, "It was tracking me down. The only reason it fixed on you two was because you met me,"

I smiled, digging my hands into my pockets, and cocking my head to look at him directly, "So the whole world revolves around you, then?" I stated bluntly, "The Doctor," somehow I could see that sort of working. Life never really stopped when he turned up.

"Sort of, yeah," he said, repeating his words from earlier. He seemed to be finally enjoying this conversation; he was smiling and slowing down, walking along the road as if he had all the time in the world. The tenseness of the situation had gone from his frame.

I laughed, fascinated and confused and puzzled in everything that came out of his mouth, "Oh my God, you are absolutely full of it," I told him,

"Sort of, yeah,"

Rose cleared her throat, wanting more information, "But all this plastic stuff," she tilted her head slightly, "Who else knows about it?"

"No one," he suddenly turned morose at that fact.

"What, you're on your own?" Rose asked, a frowning passing across her face, "There's no one else that knows about those plastic people," she looked behind her for a second, "No one that can help?"

He shrugged, "Well, who else is there. I mean, you lot- all you do is eat chips, go to bed and watch telly," he had summarised my whole life in a matter of second, and I was slightly irritated with him for being able to strip everything away from me, reducing most of our lives to a mere list of actions, "None of you realised that while you do that, underneath you, all the time, there's a war going on!"

I grabbed the plastic arm, and he looked at me, confusion showing through him, "All right," I answered, "As you wish. You think we can't understand this," I smiled softly, "Explain it to us then. Start from the beginning and don't stop. You said that it was living plastic, but there isn't anything that I can think of that could be able to animate plastic. Truth be told, I don't think I even completely believe you when you say it is plastic," I bit my bottom life, "But if it is true, then how did you kill it?" I held up the arm.

"The thing controlling it projects life into the arm," he informed us, "All I did was cut off the signal- dead," it all sounded simple

"So that's radio control?" Rose asked, the frown still etched on her face permanently.

"Thought control," the Doctor corrected her.

Now I was the one that frowned, "But there's no such thing," I protested to him, needing to think thinks through, "How can it be thought control when you can't physically do it," he looked at me, carefully, "It's not human is it? Those things in the basement of the shop weren't human. The hand wasn't human. None of it's human," I looked down at the plastic arm, that I was still holding. The urge to throw it away had never been greater, "Am I right?"

"You catch on fast," that was the only thing that he said. We all stopped on the edge of the pavement and he studied both of us carefully. If I looked like what Rose looked like, a troubling frown on her face and a slightly waxy sheen on her face then I thought we were taking this incredibly well, "Are you all right?"

"Yeah," we both said at the same time, before cracking a slight grin. We all continued walking, "So who's controlling it?" Rose eventually piped up.

"Long story,"

We rounded the park bench and I looked up at the sky, "But what's it all for?" I asked him, rubbing my eyes slightly, "I mean, shop window dummies," I laughed slightly, and he grinned to him, "What is it all about?" I smiled, looking at him, "Is someone trying to take over Britain's shops?"

"No," he replied, and we all laughed. For once we were all on the same page, "It's not a price war!" I pressed a hand to my mouth in order to stop the laughs from coming through. He looked at us, suddenly completely serious, "They want to overthrow the human race and destroy you," he didn't look like he was lying; "Do you believe me?"

I looked at him, "Maybe," I told him. I couldn't look away, "I don't know. It all seems so ridiculous, but I don't think that you're lying. You don't have any reason to lie to us. We're insignificant compared to what you're telling us," I eventually tore my gaze away, looking at the park on the opposite side of the road, "There are things that I can't explain, but does it make it real?"

"You're still listening," he answered and I looked down, knowing that he was right. I believed him in a way and I didn't...couldn't. It was far out of my comfort zone, and although I had always been able to pride myself on being able to see the bigger picture, I couldn't seen this picture. And I didn't think I would able to.

I stopped at the edge of the pavement, watching the Doctor walk away. I bit my lip, "Doctor," I called and he turned to look back at us. I was lost for words for a second, before speaking the questions that had been in my mind since we had met him in a little department store in Central London. "Who are you? How long have you…?" I shook my head, not understanding the questions that I had been asking, "Who are you?" I finally clarified.

He turned back and I blinked as I once again saw the blue police box parked on the corner. It hadn't been imaginary. The Doctor smiled slightly, whether from the question or from me noticing the blue box, I didn't know, "Do you know like we were saying, about the Earth revolving," he walked back to us, "It's like when you're a kid, and the first time they tell you that the world's turning and you just can't quite believe it because everything looks like it's standing still,"

"Yeah, I know," I said, in an almost whisper.

He looked at me, "I can feel it," he held my hand and I looked at him, "The turn of the Earth, the ground beneath our feet is spinning at one thousand miles an hour, and the entire planet is hurtling around the sun at sixty-seven thousand miles an hour and I can feel it," I felt what he was feeling, "We're falling through space, you and me. Clinging to the skin of this tiny little world, and if we let go," he dropped my hand, "That's who I am, now forget me Rose and Mary-Anne Tyler," he took the plastic arm off me and raised in a mock farewell; "Go home," this time he really did walk away and didn't look back. I wouldn't have been able to say anything to him anyway.

After a minute's silence, Rose took my hand, "Come on, Alice," she murmured slightly, "Let's go home," I only nodded and she led me away, and I eventually tore my eyes away from that strange little blue wooden box that couldn't have possibly been able to move from one side of London to here.

We were about half way back to my flat when a whooshing noise became apparent. I frowned, stopping in my tracks and turning around, "Come on," this time I pulled Rose and we ran all the way back to where we had just been with the Doctor. I stared at the corner of the street. "Have you noticed…?" The blue box had vanished in mid air, and I couldn't explain how it could have been missed.

"It's gone," my sister turned to me, "How did he manage to do that?" I shrugged, still at a loss. There was no way it could have disappeared so quickly, "I tell you what we're going to do thought. We can find out who the hell he is," she looked around the park, "Mickey's flat is closer," my face crumpled slightly, "Come on, let's go and see him. We can use his computer,"

"My computer has internet," I said mutinously, folding my arms, before following her, "Very well, I suppose it means that I don't have to pay for the dialup," I rubbed my arms, a chill settling over me. It had been a warm day, but the conversation that we had just had made me feel very cold, "Let's just get this over and done with as quickly as possible. It's getting cold out here,"

Fifteen minutes later and we were standing outside Mickey's flat and knocking on the door.

Mickey opened it, dressed in nothing but a tee-shirt and a pair of green florescent shorts. He grinned widely when he saw Rose, "Hey-hey," he hugged her tightly, "Here's my woman, kit off," he slapped her, playfully. He hadn't seen me yet and already it had become uncomfortable for me. I smiled tensely, "Oh," he raised an eyebrow, "What are you doing here, Alice?"

"We need to use your computer, Rickey," I told him, bluntly, "And Rose wanted to see you,"

"You're not…" I sighed before pushing past him to stand next to Rose, my arms folded. He clearly seemed to get the message that I wasn't going to be leaving without Rose, "Very well, Alice, have it your way," I didn't bother trying to argue with him. There was absolutely no point. I looked around his hallways silently disgusted with the absolute mess that the flat seemed to be in. Bikes were parked, leaving mud tracks on the floor. Posters were everywhere, most of them peeling off the walls, and there was a faint smell of slight damp, "Coffee,"

"Yeah, if you wash the mug, not rinse, wash," she replied, patting him on the back, "Like Alice said. We want to use your computer, can we?"

"Yeah," he nodded, going into the kitchen, and laughing, "Any excuse to get in the bedroom," I shot a look of disgust at him, "Not you, Alice," I walked past him, not answering. I sneezed as I went to the computer, "Don't read my emails!" he shouted.

I sat at the desk, "Your boyfriend's computer is appalling," I muttered, squinting at the screen, "Doesn't he know how to use a computer?" I loaded up the Internet, and typed 'Doctor' in the search box. Over seven hundred million results came up online, "Just a few to work through then,"

"We just need to narrow it down," she leant over my shoulder and typed in 'Doctor Living Plastic,' there were still around fifty-five thousand searches, with nothing really worthwhile coming out on top.

I looked up at her, "What about the blue box?" I proposed, "Put that in," she typed it in, and eventually only four hundred and ninety-three links appeared, "So we're getting somewhere," I pointed to the first entry, "Start from the beginning," She clicked on it and the first image that came up was one of the Doctor. I frowned at it. It wasn't of particularly good quality but it was recognisable as the man we had just seen. There was a link to contact a man named 'Clive'. "Do we want do this?" I asked softly, "He said that people would get killed if we told anyone. Something isn't right about all of this. Do we want to get mixed in something that we can't get out of?"

"Is that one of your personal feelings" she asked me, and I looked down. Truth be told, a little feeling was telling me that this was the right thing to do. And they hadn't exactly led me wrong before. Maybe I was just observant, but sometimes it had helped me out. Not a lot, but it sometimes led me to think things and know something. Like my diary. Day One, I had written last night. Day One of what exactly?

It was more of a silent agreement of what we were going to do, and that was to find out as much as possible about the Doctor. Within half an hour, we had managed to get a reply to the email that we had sent the owner of the website. The website looked legitimate, and it seemed like they were talking about the same man that we had met this morning. He however lived in West London. And we needed a lift to get there. Which was why we were now trying to persuade Mickey to talk us there. Not surprisingly, Rose's boyfriend was putting up quite a bit of fuss.

"Come on, Mickey," Rose looked at him pleadingly, desperately trying to persuade him to drive us there, "All we need to do is meet him, see what he knows. It's only going to be fifteen minutes at the maximum. We just want to know a few things. Nothing to it really. Come on,"

"He could be a serial murderer," he pointed out and I laughed at his mistrust. He glared at me, not appreciating my input, "It's no laughing matter, Alice," he folded his arms, "There are some seriously weird people around. You can't trust any of them,"

"And you've met most of them," I quipped sarcastically, "Meanwhile, back in the real world, we still need a life to this place," he looked less than happy, "If it makes you feel any better, you can wait outside. That way if we never come back out, you know who killed us," I smirked at his paranoia, "So can we go then?"

He grumbled all the way to Clive's house, "You're not coming in," Rose informed him as we parked in Mickey's yellow Beatle, "He's safe, he's got a wife and kids,"

"Yeah, who told you that?" he waved his hands around, clearly uncomfortable with the whole situation, "He did, that's exactly what an internet lunatic murderer would say," I just rolled my eyes, and got out of the car, leaning against the rusted door, "Please get off my car, Alice," I did as he asked, watching as Rose climbed out, and rapping on the glass as a form of reassurance for her uptight boyfriend.

I looked as Rose as we walked towards the house, "Mickey needs to work on his paranoia," I told my sister, "He's getting worked up about nothing," she didn't say anything, "You don't think this person is a serial killer?"

"Of course not," she scoffed, knocking on the door. I noticed that she didn't look completely confident when she said that, "Either way, I doubt someone could kill both of us at the same time," I nodded my agreement and the door opened to reveal a young boy, "Hello, we've come to see Clive?" he just stood there as not doing anything, "Erm, we've been emailing," she added hesitantly.

The boy suddenly looked completely disgusted, as if we were covered in garbage. I wondered what had decided to provoke such a reaction in him. The boy looked behind him, looking up the stairs; "Dad, it's a couple of your nutters!" he looked at us once again, as if sizing us up for something.

"Always nice to know that we're welcome," I murmured, pinching the bridge of my nose. This was already shaping up to become more than what it was worth. I didn't exactly bode well if the man's son thought we were insane.

A man appeared in the doorway, smiling widely, "Oh, sorry, hello," he looked back at his son who was already slipping away from them. I wasn't filled with self-confidence at the sight of him. He looked like an ordinary person. Clearly not an official person, "You must be Rose, and Alice," he shook both our hands, and I nodded awkwardly. "I'm Clive, obviously," he chuckled a little.

Rose smiled, already at ease with the man, her previous thoughts forgotten, "I better tell you now, my boyfriend's waiting in the car, just in case you're going to kill us," she laughed a little, pointing back at the yellow car where I could see Mickey watching us very carefully. He didn't seem to be very happy. I also hadn't realised that he was this protective over Rose. However, I supposed that it was slightly reasonable.

"Ah no, good point," he waved at Mickey, "No murders," Mickey merely jerked his head in a semblance of a nod. He didn't look reassured by the action. Someone called something from within the house, and Clive turned around, "Oh it's to do with the Doctor," he called up the stairs, "They've been reading the website, come through," he gestured for us to walk into the house, "I'm just in the shed," I hesitated a little, before following Rose and him to a tiny shed at the bottom of the garden. I stared at the interior. It was filled with pieces of paper; files spread everywhere, the table, the desk. Even more of it was pinned up on the walls, "A lot of this stuff's quite sensitive, I couldn't just send it to you, people might intercept it, if you know what I mean,"

"People?" I looked at him, sharply, "Like the government?"

"Yes," he said, nodding seriously. I shifted uncomfortably, "If you did deep enough and keep a look out, this Doctor keeps cropping up all over the place. Political diaries, conspiracy theories, even ghost stories," he laid a thick folder on the table, "No first name, no last name, always the Doctor- always the Doctor,"

"Maybe he doesn't have a name," I proposed, "Or maybe it's an alias of some kind,"

"That's what I thought," he was riffling through different files on the messy desk, "Because the title seemed to be passed down from father to son, there appears to be an inheritance. That's your Doctor there, isn't it?" he pointed at the computer screen, and I looked at the picture.

"Yeah," Rose said, nodding carefully.

"I tracked it down to the Washington Public Archives last year," Clive told us, "The online photo's enhanced, but if we look at the original," he got out pictures from a plastic wallet, and flicked through them, starting off as the picture from the website and gradually getting further and further away to reveal a picture of President John F. Kennedy, "November 22nd 1963, the assassination of President Kennedy," I took the picture, it didn't seemed to be fake. But that had been over forty years ago. And it appeared like the Doctor hadn't aged one bit since then.

"It must be his father," Rose explained and I frowned; genetics weren't that good that they could replicate another exact perfect copy. Life wasn't like that, it was random. It seemed as if the man in the picture was the same man.

Clive cleared his throat, drawing my attention back to him, "Going further back," he took out another picture, showing it to us, "April 1912," he showed us the photo, "This is the Daniels family of Southampton and friend," he tapped the man standing next to the family. I started, it was also the Doctor, looking exactly the same as the previous picture and the man that we had seen just this morning, "This was taken the day before they were due to sail to the New World on the Titanic, and for some unknown reason, they cancelled the trip, and survived,"

"That seems very lucky," I said, taking the picture and looking at it closely. It was exactly the same, "Too lucky," it seemed to be a perfect match.

"Here we are then," Clive took another picture from a stack of paper, "1883, another Doctor. But look, the same lineage, it's identical," I bit my lip, a frown marring my face. A pen drawing of the Doctor on an island, stared up at me, "This one washed up on the coast of Sumatra, the very night that Krakatoa exploded," he looked at us, "The Doctor is a legend woven throughout history. When disaster comes, he's there. He brings a storm in his wake and has one constant companion,"

"Who's that?" asked Rose, and I immediately felt a shudder run through me.

"Death," he told us ominously. I suppressed a sigh, "If the Doctor's back, if you've both seen him, then one thing's for certain. We're all in danger. If he's singled you out, if the Doctor's making house calls, then God help you,"

I was developing a massive headache; something was trying to get in, something that I had to remember. Something that didn't seem right in all of this mess of contradiction and half truths, "Hang on," I wanted...needed clarification on this, "Who is he? Who do you think he is?"

"I think he's the same man, I think he's immortal," he leant towards us, and I gently moved back, slightly uncomfortable of being in my personal space, "I think he's an alien from another world," Rose and I shared a look together. I knew that she was thinking the same thing as me. That a) we seemed to be mixed up in something that looked to be rather dangerous, and b) the man standing in front of us was certifiably insane.

Rose was the first to gather herself together, and she held out her out to him, "Well, thank you," she told him, and he shook it gratefully, "You've been really helpful,"

"Oh I'm glad to be of service," he said, shaking my hand. I merely nodded in return, painting a smile on my face. Inside I was just feeling a mass of confusion and intrigue, "And you have my email if want to know anything else about the Doctor. I have a lot of documents,"

"Oh, of course," I nodded, hesitatingly "We'll email if we have any queries," I looked at Rose, "But we really ought to be getting off. We've got another appointment later," Truth be told, I just wanted to get out of the dingy shed into clean air, so I could clear my head and think about what had just happened.