Emily Rose
Chapter 10: Reunion
By Kate Carter
Martha had called Jack back over, and now the three of us were standing on the elevator, riding back to the surface. "So how come you came down the scenic route instead of Owen's not-so-secret pizza delivery entrance?" Jack asked conversationally.
"It's a bit more futuristic, a bit less 'deep, dark lair,' and I didn't want to scare Emily too bad," Martha said, grinning at me. There was a bit of strain in her face though, like this phone call was something she really didn't want to do.
We reached the surface and sat on a nearby bench. Martha pulled her cell phone out ("Jack, when are you going to put mobile reception down there?" she asked. Jack shrugged.). She flipped through the numbers until she finally found the one she wanted and called it. There was a pause, and then she sighed. "Answering machine," she whispered to Jack and me. Jack snorted.
"The man lives in a telephone booth, and he still can't bother to answer his phone?" he muttered softly. I stifled a laugh.
Martha began to speak. "Hello, Doctor, it's Martha, obviously, and it's the fifth of May, 2008. Could you please make a stop by Cardiff, say about," she glanced at her watch, "two o'clock? We really need to talk to you." She hung the phone up. "Should be here any time. Or not. You never know with him."
With that, a grinding, clanking sound began to fill the air. I glanced around in alarm, but Martha and Jack seemed to be only slightly surprised. "He's actually on time for once," Jack commented, and Martha grinned. "You'd think being a Time Lord would mean that he could actually be on time all the time, but no, that's too much to ask, apparently," she said in amusement.
The blue box I'd seen pictures of suddenly materialized down the sidewalk. After a moment, a tall, skinny man in a blue pin-striped suit stepped out, and I gasped.
It was like something flickered to life in my mind, and I could see a planet with orange skies and red grass, and trees of silver and huge, shining domed cities. And I saw a woman, about my age, with blond hair and a pretty face, laughing. And then I registered shock and surprise and dismay, and it was as though a door had been slammed into place.
I was still watching the man through all of this, the man that I now knew was the Doctor. I didn't know when I'd risen to my feet and began to approach him, but when we stopped we were only about three feet apart. He looked at me with big brown eyes, eyes that were so much older than the rest of him, eyes that were currently filled with shock.
When he spoke, only one word came out, in a low, broken tone.
"Emily!"