Doctor Who
A Siren's Song
Chapter Three
The sun rose high in the clear blue sky, but once more the thick gray clouds that seemed to loom over this town blocked it, leaving bits of sunlight to peek through now and then.
Already up with his eyes staring out the window, The Doctor refused to take his eyes off the dock. He noticed how most of the people on the street walked past the place. Never once said I got eyes on it. The more his eyes bore into his new place of work, the more he felt uneasy.
Glancing Back To His companion who was still sleeping in our bed he couldn't help but worry about you. He moved to her bed the moment he saw her shifting back and forth while mumbling something in her sleep. Perhaps it wasn't a good idea to bring her, maybe whoever or whatever they were facing wanted her. But he knew he couldn't say no. She would have come, anyway. At least he can monitor her this way.
Looking over to the clock, The Doctor had a few hours before his shift started. He would let Jo rest while he would look around the town. First, he would speak to the landlord. Perhaps she could give him a push in the right direction.
Slipping out of his room, the doctor headed downstairs for the aroma of freshly baked bread, cookies, and many other pastries reached his nose. Just as he stepped off the last stair, he's eyes wandered over to the counter where a woman with long black hair placed a batch of cookies on the counter.
Walking over to the town of the women greeted him with a smile.
"Good morning did you sleep well?" The woman asked.
"Yes, my granddaughter is still resting though I didn't want to wake her oh my name is John Smith," Mr. Smith replied.
"My name is Darla Andrews, and believe me, I understand," Darla said, followed by another smile.
It didn't take long for the time Lord to feel as if he was being watched glancing behind them revealed few townsfolk peeking in the window before walking away.
The both of you are new here. I expect people will want to either get to know you or keep their distance," Darla replied.
"Because I'm working at the dock?" The Doctor asked.
Darla sighed as she pulled out two cups from under the counter. She set down a pot of tea and glanced over at Mr Smith, who nodded as she poured some tea in both cups.
"I won't lie to you. Anyone who gets that job never lasts long in this town. Did you ever notice not one town's person ever applied for that position anymore," Darla said.
The Doctor raises eyebrows Darla took a sip from her cup the moment he took a sip from his he noticed donut place the brown bag on the counter.
She didn't look to him, but a smile that prompted one thing: she wanted him to do something for her.
"I'm sorry to ask this, but I need a favor, Darla said. Can you deliver these to Mrs. Oliver? The address is on the back. She would normally come and get it, but her son hasn't been doing well these days," Dara said.
"Is he sick?" The Doctor asked.
"Maybe, he was the only town person to work at the dock," Darla explained.
Darla notices the spark in Mr. Smith's eyes as he took ahold of the bag and headed to the door. Glancing down at the address on a bag, he looks back to Darla with a nod.
Heading out the door, the doctor walked up the street, leaving Darla to finish her tea. All she can do is shake her head she didn't put a finger on it but there was something very odd about Mr. Smith.
The sun remains hidden behind the clouds as the doctor run the streets. Ignore the stairs from the locals as they move from house to house. He stopped when his eyes fell upon a small home near to the bakery.
It had very few flowers out front. What was there was wilting like it hadn't been touched in years. The fence around the home looked new with a fresh coat of paint, which The Doctor found odd.
Shrugging his shoulders, the doctor open the fence and walked up the steps. Taking a deep breath, he dusted off his jacket and knocked on the door. The moment he heard footsteps he plastered on his best smile, he was pretending to be human after all.
Moments later, the door open to a woman with short brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. She was wearing an apron over her simple pastel green dress, but she still smiled.
"Oh Mr. Smith, Miss Andrews told me you were coming please come in," the middle-aged woman said.
The Doctor kept smiling as he nodded. Soon he was being guided to the living room. His eyes traveled over the home to the various paintings of the sea on the walls. He stopped when he laid eyes on the panting of a woman with long blonde hair in a long white gown standing on the dock in the mist of fog.
"Oh yes, the supposed siren of the dock," Mrs. Oliver said.
"Ma'am?" The Doctor asked.
Soon the two of them were in the living room. Miss Oliver poured Mr. Smith a nice cup of tea. She then poured herself a cup and took a sip.
"I suppose since you'll be working at the dock, should tell you," Mrs. Oliver said.
After pouring a healthy amount of cream in six cubes of sugar into the cup, The Doctor leaned in and took a sip, intrigued by what Mrs. Oliver had to say.
"My son Jacob, was the only local from the town to work at the dock. He worked there for an entire month before he was found unconscious on the edge of the pier. Ever since then he's never been the same," Mrs. Oliver said.
The Doctor's eyes narrow as he took another sip from his cup is he waited for Mrs. Oliver to compose herself before continuing.
"Now all Jacob does is stay home in his room drawing about the woman he saw that night," Mrs. Oliver finished.
"I see I am very sorry," The Doctor said.
"Thank you, I say this because you need to be careful. Whatever that siren is will no doubt attack you too," Mrs. Oliver said.
"Do you have any more of his drawings down here?" The Doctor asked.
The Doctor watches Mrs. Oliver handed and book gladly took it and flipped through the pages. He stopped when his eyes fell upon a very descriptive image of the blond woman. Her eyes are as blue as the sea and her complexion seems as pale as the moon, but it was strange for she look like her mythical counterpart.
"That was the first picture Jacob drew," Mrs. Oliver said.
The Doctor nodded he returned the book back to Mrs. Oliver and also handed her the bag from the bakery.
"Oh thank you, please be careful I may not be live in sirens but I know that dock is haunted," Mrs. Oliver said
"Duly noted, you take care, Mrs. Oliver, and have a nice day," The Doctor said.
The Doctor stood up after finishing his cup of tea. He then walked to the front door and closed it behind them as he continued on down the street.
This made the doctor even more curious at the supposed siren of the dock. While he still had little to go on, he actually hope to meet the so-called mythical creature later in the day at his new job.
Back at the bakery, Darla hummed a melody. She glanced behind her to see Mr. Smith's granddaughter walking down the stairs. She smiled as she stretched and yawned before walking over to the counter.
"Good morning did you sleep well?" Darla asked.
"Not really," Jo admitted.
Darla smiled as she said a cup of coffee down in front of Jo, along with a plate of eggs and bacon. Joking only smile and delight.
"Thank you," Jo said.
"You're welcome," Darla said.
Jo sat down with her coffee and a plate of food. She was halfway done when the door opened and a herd of people pushed their way in. Within seconds, Darla was taking orders left and right while trying to complete the orders as well.
After gulping down the last of her coffee and finishing her plate, Jo stood up and maneuvered her way behind the counter. Strapping on an apron, Jo picked up the notepad. It's been a long time since she took orders. But after a few orders, Jo was serving dishes and taking out orders as well. Smiles welcome Jo with each successful order she forgot how happy this job made her.
Waving to the last of the customers of the morning rush, Darla joined Jo by the counter with an enormous smile across her face.
"Thank you. Ever since my bakery has gotten settled in the townspeople, business has been skyrocketing," Darla explained.
"Don't mention it, but you must have thought of getting more help?" Jo asked.
"Yes, but no one wants to work by a cursed dock," Darla replied.
"Well, as long as I'm here, I will do my best to help," Jo said
Gathering all the trash, Jo tightens the bag and headed the front door. But before she could place the trash in the can, her eyes wandered over to the Dock. Her eyes cast a silverish glow as a voice from before whispered through her mind.
Josephine
After placing the trash in the can, Jo felt her feet move closer to the edge of the sidewalk. Just as she was about to step off, she bumped into Darla. After looking up at her, Jo shook her head.
"Are you okay?" Darla asked.
"I think so," Jo said, shaking her head again.
Looking over at the dock once more, Jo turned around and walked back inside the bakery.
Darla stood out there alone in front of her shop, her eyes narrowed as she looked upon the fog infested dock. She remembered when she could see the dock clear as day. The port was filled with boat after boat of fishermen selling what they caught that day. But now since the fog has appeared, and the disappearances started, no boat dare set foot there.
"The fog looks fierce today," A Familiar voice said from behind her.
Turning around, she noticed Mr. Thompson staring at the dock as well.
"It's as if mother nature knows that a change is coming," Darla said.
"A change? I doubt that," Mr. Thompson replied, followed by a chuckle.
Darla watched as Mr. Thompson continued on down the street, laughing as he went. Her eyes narrowed for as long as she remembered she always despised Garrett Thompson, but she never understood why. Yet deep down she knew he was wrong, for a change was coming whether they were ready for it.