He holds the door open, and when you don't step in, he gives you a little, if forceful, push. You are shocked. It has tall, flowing golden arches, black velvet drapes, a sleek and streamlined console and a viewscreen better than any you've ever seen. You cannot believe it.
'Do change out of those things, Miss Pond. The room is on the left,' he smirks at you as he trails one hand on the edge of the console. You are dazed, so you follow his instructions, finding a wardrobe bigger than your house. There is barely anything of your style, and barely any skirts. For now, you discard your nightdress in favor of a white top, blue jeans and a leather jacket. The fabric is coarse, but you don't care. You put your feet back into your slippers, because you don't want to scuff the boots that are your only option of footware. You find your way back to the console room. You are about to ask if you can nip back into the house, before you feel the ship tumbling through the air. Your mouth is open, and his head goes up, staring at you. His eyes go over your body. You feel self-conscious.
'Can we go back? I need to collect some things,' He does not look up.
'No,' You gape once more.
'But... I hate these clothes! Can't I go back and get my stuff-' In an instant he is against you, and you trip back in fear. His voice is calm and smooth, but you can hear the anger and cruelty behind it.
'You are here now, and you are my companion. You will do, wear, and in some cases, say what I tell you too. Are we clear?' You shake your head; all childhood illusions are shattered. A sung melody, long forgotten, plays in your head as you go quietly in the direction his finger is pointing.
You're playing with the big boys now...