He turns to walk back towards the woods and his box.
'What the heck am I doing?' I think as I follow the Doctor. Then I figure that nothing bad can happen, considering that I'm going to die later anyway. Overdosing on pills, following a psycho stranger who thinks he's an alien to an unknown place where he attempts to experiment on me… they're close enough.
"You sound American. Are we in America?" he asks me.
"Of course not, we're on Mars," I say, rolling my eyes.
"No, we are not. Mars is different," he says.
I just roll my eyes again, and we walk in silence for a bit. We arrive back at the telephone booth he had been in earlier. He opens the door and goes inside. I wait outside for a couple minutes, until he sticks his head back out. "Aren't you coming in?" he asks.
"No, that won't fit the both of us," I point out.
"It will, just come in and you'll see," he tells me.
I sigh and get in, planning to show him how cramped it is and get out, and if he can't prove that he's an alien in the woods, then I'm not interested. But to my surprise, stepping into the tiny telephone booth revealed a large, cavernous space with a thing in the middle. "What's this? Why is it bigger on the inside?" I ask.
"This is my TARDIS- time and relative dimension in space. It's my spaceship. It can travel anywhere in time and space, its brilliant! It has a parallel dimension, making it bigger once you go in," he explains.
I step outside the TARDIS, and touch one of the walls to make sure it's really there. Then I stand with one foot on the inside and one foot on the outside, one foot in each dimension, and touch each wall. "That is so cool! How do you do it?"
"What do you mean?"
"It must be some kind of circus trick, how do you do it? I won't tell anyone."
"It's not a trick,"
"It has to be, things like this don't really happen,"
"Yes, they do,"
"Maybe inside your head, after all, you're the psycho alien. But not in the real world,"
"Would you like to take a trip? Just so you'll believe me?"
