Chapter 3

The Doctor ran around the main console, rushing about and pushing buttons, a serious look on his face. His hands moved lightning fast, and the flickering lights didn't distract him from his position.

With one final move, he pulled down a lever, and the TARDIS shuddered and shook. I grasped a pillar for dear life, and listened to the whirring sounds of time and space crashing against the walls of the TARDIS.

"Where EXACTLY are we headed?" I asked, my knuckles turning white as I continued to grip the pillar. The Doctor seemed to ignore my question and carried on running around, using over-exaggerated hand movements.

After a few seconds the TARDIS stopped moving and the Doctor turned towards the door. He smiled, and turned to me.

"Want to save Anne Frank?" He asked, a huge beaming grin on his face.

The door creaked open and the cold, wintery air hit me like an iron sheet. I rubbed my arms and shivered.

"Fricking hell, where are we?" I asked, my voice shuddering.

The Doctor ignored me, a huge smile on his face. He seemed to be happy, like he was just going for a picnic in Hyde Park. But this was nowhere near Hyde Park, from the looks of things.

"Where. Are. We?" I asked again, stopping after each word, adding emphasis.

The Doctor looked down at me, and smiled.

"We're about to break into a concentration camp." He began walking towards a giant iron fence, a briskness in his stride that could only be described as enthusiasm.

"Wait, what did you say?" I asked, strutting after him, taking two steps for every one of his steps. He kept walking, never stopping. He had a confidence that emanated from him, explaining his cocky attitude.

"We're about to break into the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp, where Anne Frank is situated." He replied. I eyed him seriously.

"You joking?" I asked.

"Why would I joke? It's 1944, winter, I suppose, the air's pretty chilly. Interesting fact, winter was Hitler's favourite season. He thought it was better for genocide, because he did kill more people in winter, or maybe that's just my opinion. Could be, I don't know. What's important is the fact that we're gonna save Anne Frank." He chatted continuously, not even stopping to breathe.

"Won't that change history?" I asked, still trying to keep up with him.

"Oh yes, drastically." He replied.

"Then why are you-"

Just as I was about to finish my sentence, when we were approached by two Nazi soldiers. They held themselves properly, like they had been forced to sit up straight their whole lives.

"HALT! State your name and business." One of the soldiers said.

"Hello there, I'm the Doctor, this here is my partner, Leeyanne Granite, we're here to inspect the camp." He replied, holding up a black sleeve with a piece of paper. The soldiers looked at eachother, shrugged, and let them past.

"Uh, why can I understand them, and what's with the paper?" I asked as we hurried along to the gates.

"The TARDIS translates every language in the universe into English, and our speech into that language."

"But why did they have British accents?" I asked.

"Uh, probably just a side effect." He said.

"And the paper?"

"It's psychic paper. It allows the reader to see whatever they want to see." He said, and turned his attention on the guard at the gate. He held up the paper again, and he was let through. And I followed him, because of course I did.