Chapter 12
"Good morning!" The Doctor said brightly as I walked in.
"Uh huh." I mumbled, sitting down at a breakfast table and feeling for a cup of coffee or tea.
After we'd eaten and I'd woken myself up with some tea (the Doctor seemed to have some vendetta against coffee for some reason), I stood up and leaned against the control desk.
The Doctor stopped beside me on his way over to his notebook yet again.
"Do you have to be so..." He gestured awkwardly to my short shorts and Pierce The Veil t-shirt.
I raised an eyebrow, "Why, am I making you uncomfortable, old man?" I said stubbornly.
"No! I mean, I uh..."
He blushed again and hurried off to bury himself in his notebook.
I sighed out of boredom. What to do now?
I stared down the long corridor and counted down from three. I pushed off with my feet and the chair rolled quickly on its wheels down the corridor. I knelt on the chair, feeling the wind rushing through my hair.
I got out my hover board and flew around the tall rooms and touched the ceilings. I got a tattoo with a random tattoo machine I found in a room which did it for you. I played basketball with a computer simulated team. We won 10-4.
I watched a movie about 101 Dogs and worked out how many spots the whole family of Dalmatians had. I solved 382 maths equations. I read a book on Galileo and wrote a 500 page report on his life. I measured how long it took for six cups of tea to make me hyper.
It is amazing the strange things that fascinated you when you are bored out of your mind.
"Did you have a nice day?" I said to the Doctor as we ate our pasta.
"Not too bad. Sorry it's taking so long, the Old Girl can be very stubborn. But I think we'll be ready to set off tomorrow."
"Oh good."
We sat in silence for a while then I stood up and cleared away the plates.
"Can you show me my room again?" I asked the Doctor. "I keep forgetting whether it's left or right at the flashing orange light."
"It's left then right." The Doctor said, standing up and walking with me. We passed the orange light and reaches my room.
I leaned against the door frame to say goodnight.
"See you tomorrow then." I said.
The Doctor smiled. "Okay." He moved a tiny bit closer then bobbed back again, gave his awkward little wave and set off down the passage again. I watched him go then shut my door and got changed into my pyjamas.
I opened my eyes. I was standing in a blue cage. The Doctor was standing outside the cage, facing away from me, staring into the distance.
"Doctor!" I yelled, stretching my hand out through the bars of the cage. "Help me!"
"Why should I?" He said.
"That's what you do, isn't it? You help people, save the world!"
The Doctor sighed bitterly. Suddenly he flickered and merged into two Doctors. One of them turned around and started trying to get me out of the cage. Suddenly, he started to cough and wheeze. Then he fell over and disappeared into dust on the ground. The other Doctor finally turned around to face me. He came right up close to me and whispered in my ear.
"No one's going to save you, Frankie. Not even me."
Then the Doctor flashed to the man at the back of the church at mom's funeral wearing the blue tie. He clicked his fingers and the cage door opened and I was sucked out into space and I was falling down, down, down...
"Frankie!" The Doctor's voice said. "Are you alright?"
He was leaning down to me, looking concerned. Crap, I must've screamed again. This was getting annoying.
I panted, staring up at him. "I'm fine. Just a bad dream."
"Okay... see you in the morning." The Doctor disappeared as I fell back into a dreamless sleep.