Monday. TARDIS.
The Doctor was in one of the many study rooms, trying to test a new feature he programmed for his sonic screwdriver. The TARDIS itself was in deep space, away from anything and everything. Then, the Time Lord heard his ship land somewhere on her own accord. He wasn't surprised; Sexy often took the commands to lead him where he should go. But he had got the habit of being weary and checking instantly where he had landed, ever since the TARDIS dropped him in the middle of a Cyberman legion. She could get cocky, sometimes.
Thankfully, it wasn't anything like that. The monitor hanging out of the central control panel said they were on Earth, in 2013, America, Oregon... Arcadia Bay? Never heard of that one before, he thought to himself. Why here, Sexy? What am i supposed to do? Acting quickly, he switched the readings to the scanner, so he could see outside the box. He saw a nice little house garden and the residence next to it; it was painted blue, but only half way. That's when he saw the girl through the window.
She was wearing a blank pair of jeans, a white t-shirt with a dear on it and a grey jacket on top, coupled with a bag hanging across one of her shoulders. What's more, she was looking straight at the TARDIS.
- Oh, come on! Couldn't you at least wait 'till I put on the perception filter?, the mad man said to his box.
Sexy didn't answer. Usually, a groan would be heard, or a gear shifting, or a switch switching, or a ding! dinging. Nothing now. The TARDIS was struggling with something, and the Doctor didn't like it.
Suddenly, the commands went crazy. The man tried taking control, but an explosion from the control panel sent him flying down the stairs.
The box disappeared from the garden.
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Wednesday. Early night.
Max saved Kate. She saved her. And even without her powers. Dispite all she said to others, she was quite full of herself. She felt... Invincible.
Chloe was waiting for her in the main campus. As she went through the outside dormitory, she heard some noise in the janitor's closet. She scoffed to herself. I can solve this myself. Who needs a shady creep who calls himself the Doctor? Probably doesn't even have a degree. A loud bang was heard from the closet followed by the Doctor's complaints, and Max left, scoffing again.
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Morning. Price residence.
Okay, so now, I need the password. Should be easy.
Max was in the Price's garage, serving as David Madsen's headquarters or whatever. She led herself around and searched thoroughly, testing every possible password in the room. Finally, she managed to unlock the computer, and all of David's files were hers to see.
She tried to make it quick, but it was hard not to look at everything. There was a file on Kate, one on her for whatever reason, and the one she was looking for : Rachel Amber. There's Rachel and Frank. Being more than friendly. Man, Chloe is not going to like this... She rapped up in a haste, closing all the windows, when she noticed something on the dashboard : a file named John Smith.
The girl immediately clicked on the file, curious to know what David found on him. Unfortunately, there wasn't very much compared to the other files, but one picture, one insanely impossible black-and-white photo was in it. In the background, you could see a police box and next to it, the hole group of the Beatles. In the foreground, bottom-right corner, there was a young man in a tweed jacket brushing his hair back. He was facing away a bit, but those eyebrows, that chin, those eyes were obviously his. John Smith. That's him. That's definitely him. It can't be... Maxine started to connect all the dots. The blue box, the weird stalking and double-meanings in his words, his looks. She didn't want to admit it, but the evidence was right there. He was like her. He was a time traveler. Only on a much bigger scale.
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Evening.
Up until now, she didn't have to think about it. She didn't have the time to ponder on the Doctor, and frankly, she didn't want to. Dispite now knowing why he had such an interest in her, she still couldn't trust a guy who was stalking her. She was sort of scared. But now, ever since her leap of time five years back, the town scared her even more. She warped Arcadia Bay beyond recognition. More birds were starting to die, and even whales on the seashore, and she knew why. She knew. Yet she didn't care. She only needed to see Chloe. Max managed to make it back to the Price residence. Oddly enough, the blue paint was now completely covering the house, another reminder that she wasn't art home. She knocked on the door. Startled to see William opening, alive and well, she immediately asked for Chloe. William called her. The once rebellious and fearless girl came out, smiling at her best friend. Only she wasn't that strong girl anymore. She was disabled, put on a wheelchair and forced to breath by a respirator. All because of Max.
Max was in shock. She didn't know what to say. She wanted to scream, to dig her nails deep into her face's skin as punishment. But after her thoughts got more or less cleared, she knew what she needed to do.
She needed to see the Doctor.
