Chapter 8
There's no way! I understand who the people are, Amy and Rory are The Doctor's new companions, that's me in the future with Nathan, my future husband, and that's The Doctor's new... face? I just don't understand how he could change his face and who Nathan is, because he surely isn't from my school. Then again... he had a British accent... Maybe, we meet in Europe, later on. But... that still doesn't explain how The Doctor changed his face. I turned to him...
"Take me to the right time period..." I told him, "I have a feeling we shouldn't be here."
"We shouldn't be here..." He spoke, "but we are. The TARDIS brought us here for a reason, so we must be needed for something."
I nodded, "Maybe we should get out of here, and move the TARDIS?" "Good idea..."
We snuck around the back and went around the block before heading back to the TARDIS. When we got there, he held the door open for me and I went inside. I went to sit on the chair, but saw a Manila envelope with the number 10 on it. I picked it up and turned to The Doctor.
"Um..." I started, "I think this is for you?"
He took the envelope and took one look inside, then put it in his jacket. He looked up at me, "This is why the TARDIS brought us here..." I remained silent, "I need to let us float in the Time Vortex for a little while..."
"Why?"
"I'm not supposed to cross my own timelines..."
"I'm gonna pretend that I know what you're talking about and go... do something."
I walked away and went exploring the TARDIS. It was fucking huge! I went snooping, not sure if there was anywhere he didn't want me to go. I really don't care, he would've said something if he didn't want me anywhere. I wondered up the stairs and went into a room... It was pink, had a really preppy, feminine, touch about it. I walked in and went over to the pictures on the dresser. In them, was a blonde girl, beautiful, with a big smile and brown eyes, she was in all of them... she was, more than likely, the owner of this room. She was standing with a man with military cut hair, tan skin, big ears, and a trench coat. Another was of her and The Doctor, her and a black guy, her and a guy with a body builder type body and black hair, and her and a woman... probably her mother.
I left the room and went to the next one... This room was blue, but had that same feminine atmosphere about it. There were pictures on the wall, so I went to see who owned this room. There was a really skinny black woman standing next to, what looked like, her twin, her and The Doctor, and her and the same body builder type guy I saw in a picture with the blonde. I went into the next room and it was a blue color, too, but, still had that air of feminism about it. The pictures were hung up on the wall... This time, there was a red headed woman that looked older than the other two girls, in the pictures. She was next to The Doctor, then next to The Doctor and whom I presumed was his twin, and then the same body builder guy.
I shook my head and went into the hallway, closing the door behind me. I jumped when a door a little ways down the hall opened, by itself. I, slowly, went over to it and looked in to find another bedroom... This room had walls that looked like wood, this was a more masculine room, probably The Doctor's. There were pictures all around the room, but not too much. I went to his nightstand and looked at the pictures there, first. There he was with the blonde in several, then the guy in the trench coat with her, him and his twin with her, and her and the body builder guy, again. The pictures on his dresser were of him and the black woman and her with the body builder, again. The pictures on his chest of drawers were of the red head and him, him and his twin with her, and her and the body builder. The ones on the wall behind his desk were of everyone... the blonde girl, the red head, the black woman, his twin, and the body builder.
"Curious?"
I jumped and gasped when I heard and saw him beside me, "You scared me!"
"Sorry..." He looked back at the pictures and so did I.
"Who are they?"
"Past companions..." He pointed to the blonde, "That's Rose Tyler..." He pointed to his twin, "That's my human self, my twin if you please. Him and Rose are together, now..." He seemed upset, but proceeded to point at the black woman, "That's Martha Jones..." He pointed to the body builder, "That's Captain Jack Harkness..." He pointed at the red head, "and that's Donna Noble... They were all brilliant..."
"What happened?"
"They moved on... Rose and my other half are together, Martha works for Torchwood, now, Donna is safe at home with her mother and grandfather, and Jack is out there traveling, like me."
"Mmm..."
He sighed, "Go to the room across from here and get changed into something black and very formal..."
I looked at him, "Why?"
He looked down, "Trust me when I say that I'm sorry and that didn't know..."
"Didn't know? Sorry? For what?"
"Here..." He handed me a piece of, what looked like a newspaper, I took it, "I'm so sorry, Ginger..."
I read it and my eyes started filling with tears, "No..."
I couldn't get past the first sentence...
Sandra Mary Ashe has died of a stroke on November 18th, 2011...
"Grandma..."
Author's Note:Poor, Ginger... Review?