Well? How do you think it's going so far? Review?
I'd like to say that the Doctor was completely insane and totally mad, but to be honest, it was pretty amazing. And all because I decided blonde streaks and blue ends looked good on me. The whole thing was really cool.
Well, it was really cool until the Doctor announced that the Tardis wouldn't be flight-worthy for a few hours (because it was recovering from its allergic reaction) and that we'd be stuck in a tree for a while. It might have been better if the blue unicorn people were carnivorous or psychopathic or at least in some way interesting, but they just carried on running around. They weren't even remotely curious in the weird blue phone box and the weird non-blue people who had come out of it. It got kind of boring after the first five minutes.
"So…what do we do now?" I asked.
"We could, um, go see what the blue people are doing," Rose suggested.
"If there's nothing better to do," I agreed.
We approached one of the blue people. "Hi," Rose said tentatively.
"Hi," the blue alien said.
"Um, what are you called?" I asked.
"Fredgaffakalyier," the creature said very fast.
"You're a Fredgaffakalyier?" I said.
"No. Named Fredgaffakalyier."
"Can I call you Fred?"
"No."
"What's your species called?" The Doctor asked.
Fredgaffakalyier shrugged.
"You don't know your own species?" Rose said.
"No. Too busy."
"Too busy? Doing what?" I questioned.
"Getting food, eating, sleeping, and waiting for ship."
"Is food hard to come by?"
"No. Tree is good for eating."
"You eat the tree?" Rose said, "This tree?"
"Yes."
"What ship are you waiting for?" The Doctor asked.
"Rescue ship. Rescue ship to save Fredgaffakalyier."
"And the other blue people?"
"What other blue people?"
"They're completely oblivious!" Rose exclaimed. "How long've you been waiting?"
"6015 orange."
"What's orange?"
"Orange."
"That's what they told me when I asked them," I said, "I don't think they actually have any idea what they're talking about."
"Quite right, human," a voice croaked behind us.
We jumped and spun around. A very old looking blue alien stood next to us. It reached up to my waist and was covered in leaves and wrinkles.
"Come with me," it beckoned and headed towards the wall. We followed.
It finally stopped and sat on a bit of tree poking out of the ground. We sat on similar ones near it.
"You are new," it, maybe a he, said.
"Yeah," the Doctor said.
"Who are you? No, don't tell. Names are dangerous. I will not tell you and you will not tell me. It's better that way."
"Umm..."
He started right into his story without waiting for us. "A long time ago, we landed on this tree from our planet. No one remembers anymore. Not even me, and I am the oldest left. This tree, the leaves are nutritious and good for eating but they make you forget. That's why no one remembers anything except their name. I ate the leaves, too, until I realised I was forgetting things. I was the only one. Everyone else forgets."
"What about the rescue ship?" Rose asked.
"No rescue ship. It's a story for hope. They will all die, but they can die in hope. It's better that way."
"It's a clever lie," the Doctor said.
"Yes. Lie."
"So why are you telling us this?" I asked.
"For my whole life, I also hope. But hope not for rescue ship, but for someone to come. For someone to save them. I am dying but they are not. They can still live a good life if they stop eating the leaves."
"How can we stop them from eating? We don't have any food with us and there doesn't seem like any food source," I said, extremely aware that I never got my chips.
"There is food outside the tree," he said. He pointed to a small hole in the wall. "Outside there is lots of food. I eat that food but no one else will. They say leave taste good. Do not eat the leaves. Do not eat the leaves. Do not eat the leaves." He continued to repeat this phrase over and over. He seemed to have completely forgotten about us.
"So what do we do?" I asked the Doctor.
"We have to help them," Rose said. "They can't just waste their lives away here hoping for something that will never happen."
"We just have to get them out of the tree," the Doctor said.
"That shouldn't be too hard," I said, "We just burn it, right?"
"No, this tree is alive. It won't burn."
"So what can we do? You wouldn't happen to have a chainsaw, would you?"
"Nope, lost mine in '52."
"Doing what?"
"Bit of an incident with a llama, no, alpaca, and a tomato."
"Right."
"It wasn't a very nice alpaca. Wouldn't stop spitting."
"Back to the tree?" Rose prompted.
"Right, yes, tree! Bad tree. Drug tree. Have to get blue people out of bad drug tree." He began scanning the walls with a curious instrument that hummed and pulsed blue light.
"Tardis?" Rose suggested.
"No, won't be working for a while. And where would we take them? I don't have the coordinates." He stopped and checked the instrument. "Hmm…"
"So what do we do?"
"Walk around and think. See if we can think of something. Anything. We've definitely got the time." He placed the instrument back in his pocket.
We got up and began walking around the tree.
"Help them," the old blue alien croaked one last time in an almost inaudible whisper.
"We will," Rose said gently, "Don't worry, we will."
Aw, so sweet of Rose. You could be sweet, too, by reviewing :)