May 25, 2005 (It would be on Earth, I think)
I still find it hard to believe sometimes. I keep thinking I'm just going to wake up to my alarm one day for another day at the shop, but I don't. Instead I wake up in the TARDIS, sometimes to the Doctor's wonderful cooking, ready for another day of adventure.
I kind of miss home. I worry about my mother. If I'm in the future, I wonder where she is. It could just be a few seconds after I've left when we come back. I call her sometimes. The Doctor fixed my phone. It works no matter where or when I am. I could be at the end of the world, and I have been, and I could call her. It's weird to think of how that could even work. But it does.
Yesterday was interesting. We went into the Earth's future. I can't remember the exact date, but I think it was around 100,000 years into our future. While we were there, we met up with a race of aliens that the Doctor knew. It's hard to go somewhere we don't find one. They were called the Ood. They were an odd group of aliens. The looked slightly like people, except their heads were much larger and bald. Also on their head, were this mass of tentacles, all tangled together, where their mouths should be. Coming out of the tentacles, was this tube and connected to the end was this orb. When the Ood pressed the orb, it would light up, and we could understand what they were saying. I was worried they would be evil and try to hurt us, but the Doctor said they were peaceful. They are supposedly a simple servant life form.
Once we had met the Ood, they had showed us around the building we had materialised in. As we were walking around, I noticed there was a strange lack of something, something that should be there. And all of a sudden it hit me, the people were gone. If the Ood were a servant race, then where were all the people they were serving. I wanted to ask, but I figured if something was wrong, then it probably wouldn't be best to mention it in front of the Ood. I wasn't sure how intelligent the Ood were. If they didn't know something was wrong, it might have be better for it to stay that way. And maybe nothing was wrong. Maybe they were all in a meeting or maybe it was the weekend. Who knew what day it was! So I had put it out of my mind for a bit, and made a note to ask the Doctor about it later.
As we ended our tour, which had taken a surprisingly long time, we walked down another seemingly endless hallway full of empty meeting rooms. I noticed that not just most of the rooms were empty, they all were. There wasn't a single person anywhere. I decided that was it, something was up.
"Where do you think everyone is?" I muttered.
"Well, I was just wondering the same thing myself. Let's just ask," he whispered back. And then, in a louder voice, "Excuse me, but, where is everyone? Is it a holiday? It's not a holiday, is it?" He said, sounding slightly amused and worried at the same time.
The Ood reached to grab his speaking orb, pressed it, and said, "Not a problem, sir. Why, they are all dead," and then continued walking like it was the most normal thing.
The Doctor looked worried, and the feeling was mutual. Although we were concerned, we kept following him into a giant community room. It looked like an average lobby, but there was nothing in it. No chairs, desks, and definitely no people. Besides the fact that it was empty, I couldn't find anything wrong with the room.
As we walked towards the middle of the room, the Ood we were following turned around and stared at us. He reached for the weird orb thing and pressed it. "I'm sorry Doctor, but you really should go. There isn't anything you can do here," said the Ood.
"Why are the people dead? What has happened to them?" The Doctor replied, obviously frustrated that the Ood said he couldn't help.
"A virus, sir. A virus came and the people died," said the Ood. "What kind of virus?" Asked the Doctor.
"We don't know, sir," he replied.
"Are you sure there isn't anything you can do, Doctor," I asked him.
"I'm not sure. We will just have to see. Let's find somewhere to sleep tonight, and we will deal with this tomorrow morning," said the Doctor. So we went into a few of the many office rooms and looked for a place to sleep. We eventually picked an office room with large, cushiony benches. I didn't know much about office buildings, but I knew that that was a bit strange. But then again, nothing about this building seemed normal.
I tried to get some rest so I would have energy for tomorrow, but I couldn't help but wonder what the mysterious virus could be. I'd seen a few weird things like this before. Odd viruses or drugs or other weird future problems taking out whole cities, but something about this one seemed unnerving. Why were the Ood immune to what ever virus it was and why didn't they know what had happened. They had told us that the people just disappeared. They would go off at night and they'd be gone in the morning. Not all at once, just a few here and there, until everyone was gone. It was just...weird.
It seemed like I had just drifted off to sleep when I was awoken by a huge crash. I jumped up, looking around for what it might be, and finding my answer immediately. By the other bench that the Doctor was on, an Ood was standing over it. But the Ood wasn't normal. It's eyes were bright red and glossed over, like it actually wasn't seeing anything at all. I ran over towards the bench, looking for the Doctor, but he was already one step ahead of me. He had bolted up, sitting up straight, and grabbed his sonic screwdriver. I wasn't quite sure what good it would be until I heard it. He had pressed a button on it and caused the screwdriver to make some horribly high pitched noise come out of it. It stunned all three of us, including the Ood, giving the Doctor time to get up and rush towards my side. He had hardly reached me when he grabbed my hand, and pulled me away, running out of the room and locking the both of us in a different office room across the way.
We had stood next to each other, and caught our breath and barricaded the door at the same time. This office room was filled water tanks, like the kind you see in break rooms. The whole room was filled with them, and nothing else. Like I said, weird.
"I think, well, I think that was the virus they were talking about. Or at least they thought it was a virus. I can't think of any virus that only affects them at a certain time, but someone might be controlling them," he replied.
"Who would want to do that?" I say.
"Well, we will just have to find out," said the Doctor.
The Ood hadn't seemed to be following us, so we went back out to the hallway. The Doctor looked like he wasn't really sure where to go or what do to next. He just kind of stood there, looking down the hallway. I leaded him back into the office room with all the water tanks. A few of them had little paper cups, so I got us both cups of water. I looked at him expectantly. I knew that if I just let him talk for a while, he'd end up figuring it all out and fix everything like he always does. That's the best thing about the Doctor. He always knows how to help, and when he doesn't, he just needs to talk for a while and have someone listen and he'll figure it out.
"Rose. I asked if you saw anything abnormal about the Ood?" Said the Doctor, bring me back to reality. I hadn't even noticed he was talking to me.
"Err...yeah. The eyes were red. And they looked like they were out of it. Like they were glossed over and all. Could that be anything, Doctor?" I said, hoping to get him started.
"It could mean lots of things. That could go with my theory of mind control. But who? And why? What do they want?" The Doctor said. He was getting into it now. If I knew him, and I did, he was just that far away from figuring it out.
"It has to be someone who wanted this building empty. But why? This building isn't anything special, I mean it's odd, but not special." He went on. "Maybe there is something in one of the rooms. We should probably check them. All of them. I don't want to miss anything."
And with that, we were off. We went around, and checked every room for any signs of anything unusual. Well, we found unusual, but not alien unusual. We found one room that was full of swivel chairs and another room full of staplers. A few other things that filled the rooms included piles of printer paper and an entire room filled with bottles of hand sanitizer. The next room was filled with telephones, but not just normal telephones. Telephones from all different periods of times. There was one that looked like it might have been the first telephone made and another that looked like a thin black rectangle with only one circular button on the bottom and an apple on the back. Underneath the apple it said iPhone. I wondered how long it would take us to dream that up. Some looked old and some looked futuristic. The Doctor was in the room across the way, but I thought he should see this.
"Doctor, come over here! This one is a laugh," I said.
"What's it got," he said, as he crossed the hallway.
"It's full of telephones! And not just regular telephones, old and new ones. Could this be anything?" I asked. "I don't know. Try answering one," he said. And all the phones started ringing all at once, as if they had heard the Doctor suggest it. And so I walked over, picked up the black rectangle phone, which had glowed up in a smaller rectangle inside the bigger one and answered it.
"Hello?" I said, not sure who or what I was expecting on the other line.
"Why hello there, Madame. How may I be of service to you?" Said the person on the other line. I was surprised to hear that it wasn't quite a person at all, but it was an Ood. And it sounded normal. The other, possessed Ood sounded primitive, almost like an animal the way it growled and snarled. This one sounded like the ones that had shown us around the building yesterday.
"It's an Ood, Doctor. What should I say?" I said, covering the bottom of the phone and hoping they couldn't hear me. I wasn't sure how to work this phone. There wasn't any sort of buttons except the one at the bottom, but I didn't think. That was were the microphone was.
"Ask him if he is alone," he replied. So I took my hand off and spoke into the phone.
"Where are all the other Ood. Are you alone right now?" I said.
"No, I am not alone. We are all here. Ready to serve, Madame," the Ood replied.
"He isn't alone," I said to the Doctor. And then to the phone, "Thanks, yeah, but that's all. Bye." And I hung up, I think. I dragged a bar across the screen and it moved so I assumed it hung up.
"If all the Ood are back together, where ever they are, that means who ever was controlling them must have shut down the connection when we escaped. Who ever is controlling them must have gotten all the others in the night, using the Ood. If the Ood can't remember, they just think they are just getting sick. But they aren't. Someone is controlling them, and I have the strangest feeling it has something to do with Bad Wolf," said the Doctor.
Bad Wolf. It had been following us for a while now. Everywhere we go, someone or something will remind us of those two words. We haven't been able to figure out what they mean yet. Those two words, following us through out time and space, always managing to find us somehow. Maybe it's all just a coincidence. But nothing ever is with the Doctor.
"I'm sure it isn't. Is there anything we can even do? If we leave, there will be no one else for the Ood to kill. Can't we just leave?" I asked, because if there was something to do with Bad Wolf, I wanted out of there.
"Well, I'm actually not sure what to do. There isn't anything odd with the building, and the Ood are probably normal when there isn't anyone else here. I suppose we could just leave, but they've gotten me wound up. Why kill all the people? Why possess the Ood? It just doesn't make any sense," said the Doctor. He was wound up now. Maybe we should stay. He was so into it, I just knew he would get it. And as soon as I had decided to stay, he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room.
"Where are we going? We have to figure it out now!" I said.
"Back to the TARDIS, I don't think there is anything to figure out. Best leave while we can," he said. We had almost reached the TARDIS now, and he had started looking for the key in that huge leather jacket of his. We reached the TARDIS and he started to unlock the door.
"Are you sure, Doctor? There isn't anything we can do?" I asked.
"Yes. I am very sure. Go on in then," he replied and gestured towards the door. I walked in, reluctantly, and he followed behind. He went off to do his flying thing and I just kind of stood there. It was weird. I'd never seen the Doctor just give up like that. Well, I guess he didn't really give up, he just didn't stay. He always finds out. Something must have really gotten to him. Or he just really thought we couldn't help. Either way was odd.
I was glad to be gone though. I was uneasy about those Ood. They were oddly helpful, and I found it slightly creepy. I hope we don't meet with them again. They were an odd bunch. Hopefully the next place we go will be in the past. I think it will be interesting to meet people I've learned about in history class. Maybe we could go and meet the queen, not Elizabeth the second, the first. Wouldn't that be a laugh.
So, I'm not really quite sure about the ending on this one. I wasn't quite sure where to go, but you have any ideas, feel free to tell me! Thanks for reading and reviewing! :D