Closing Time
For Chris Wesley, the worst part of waking up was not knowing where she was. It was a common occurrence, she had vivid dreams that seemed to carry over into reality. What was even worse was not know where she was even when she was completely awake. The last thing she remembered was nearly getting in a car wreck with her best friend, Mike.
She knew she wasn't in the hospital. The lights weren't the harsh white that seemed to be a constant in hospitals. There also wasn't the smell of disinfectants giving her a headache. She'd spent countless hours in the hospital in the past.
The most recent visit had been when she was in high school. She'd been riding her bike down a hill near her dad's house with her brother and had lost control. She had been going too fast when the brakes had locked and had crashed into a tree.
Chris had gotten a massive concussion to accompany a hairline fracture on the right side of her skull. She'd barely avoided nerve damage on the right side of her head. She had also sustained a gash on her left knee that had needed five stitches, three on her right forearm, and two on her lower back. To go along with that she'd broken her left arm, jammed her thumb on the same arm, and torn a tendon in the same wrist.
As a kid Chris had spent countless hours at the hospital. Her twin brother had been diagnosed with cancer when they were six and Chris has spent as much time with him as she could while he went through Chemo. She knew hospitals very well by now. And in her experience they were all the same.
Which was why she instantly knew that she wasn't in a hospital. She still had no idea where she was and was just about to get up to find out when there was a knock on the door. She instantly closed her eyes so that whoever it was would think she was still asleep when they walked in.
"Chris?" A male voice that sounded very British said from the other side of the door. Chris vaguely recognized the voice, but she couldn't place it. "You awake?"
Chris didn't answer and after a moment the door opened and someone walked into the room. She heard whoever it was set something down on what must have been the end table before leaving the room again.
As soon as the door was closed Chris sat up and looked over to see a bowl of fruit on the table. Chris grinned and went to pick it up before getting suspicious. Only Chris' family and Mike knew that she liked fruit for breakfast. She didn't have a lot of friends and other than Mike she wasn't really that close to any of the ones that she did have.
Chris felt her stomach growl and looked at the fruit with envy before giving into her body's desires. She could figure out how this British person knew she liked fruit, or if she was completely over-reacting and all British people had fruit, after she had eaten.
She had just finished eating when there was another knock on the door. Chris figured that whoever it was would know she was awake when they saw the empty bowl so that ruled out pretending to be asleep again.
"Chris, you awake yet?" The voice from earlier asked. She didn't respond, hoping that the man would go away.
Chris was utterly confused when the door opened to reveal a familiar figure. She wasn't quite sure recognized the man from but she was sure it would come to her soon.
"Who are you?" She asked, wincing as her voice wavered a little. If she was honest with herself, and honesty was one of her best features, then she had to admit that she was terrified. But Chris didn't want this strange man in the strange room, that was probably part of a strange house, to know that.
"You've never met me before, have you?" Craig asked, looking disappointed, "You told me this would happen at some point."
"Did I?" She asked sarcastically "When was that."
"Your future my past, complicated story." The man said said with a chuckle, "I see you ate the fruit."
"Look, strange British man, I have no idea what you're talking about." Chris said, trying to sound threatening from her spot on the bed. Which obviously wasn't succeeding when the man laughed.
He was about to speak again when a baby started crying from another room. He inhaled deeply before exhaling slowly through his nose then left the doorway to go to a room down the hall.
Chris took this opportunity to get out of the place. She wasn't going to stay in the strange house with a man she did not know. Even if the man was familiar and looked like he couldn't harm a fly. Chris had learned that you couldn't judge a man based on their looks.
She got out of the bed silently and nearly stepped on a bag that looked exactly like the one she owned. She grabbed the bag and made her way out of the room. She turned towards where she saw stairs and nearly made it to them when a voice stopped her.
"Where're you going?" The man asked and Chris turned to see that he was now holding a baby boy who looked to be about six months old who was crying his head off.
"Out," Chris said backing up slowly towards the stairs, "I have things to do, people to see."
"Watch out" The man suddenly yelled just as Chris' foot hit empty air.
She quickly fell forward so that she wouldn't fall down the stairs and proceeded to smack her arm on a lego, letting out a curse as she did so. Chris sat up with a groan and glared at the lego that had injured her. She gripped her arm and winced as her fingers pressed into a bruise that was already forming.
"Friggin' legos." Chris said, "I'm so glad dad never let us have 'em."
"You okay?" The man said, his voice much closer than Chris had expected, causing her to jump.
"Who are you?" Chris asked for the second, scooting back from the man until she was against the wall. "Why do you sound British?"
"Oh, sorry, I'm Craig and this is Alfie," The man said, looking sheepish, "And we're in England"
"Craig who?" Chris asked, ignoring the fact that he had said they were in England.
"Craig Owens." Craig said, "Making this little guy Alfie Owens." Craig looked at Chris for a moment before asking, "Are you okay?"
Chris was muttering under her breath and had gone as pale as a sheet, making her black hair and grey eyes stand out even more from her already pale complexion. She had her arms wrapped around her stomach and looked like she was about to puke.
"Nope, nope, nope," She muttered, "Just a coincidence, obviously the crash affected me more than I thought. This has to be a dream."
"Chris?" Craig said, making the girl jump again.
"How do you know me?" Chris asked, her eyes wide.
"Uh," Craig said, obviously unsure how to continue, "Oh boy, this is early for you. Let me put Alfie to bed then I'll make you some chai and we can talk"
Chris nodded, no longer looking at Craig. She was fiddling with the ring that was around her right thumb. It was a simple band with a faux diamond that her brother had gotten her for their 15 birthday.
Soon Craig was back from putting Alfie to bed and had led Chris to the kitchen downstairs. She was sitting at the table, reading through the newspaper, a lot calmer than she had been moments before.
She had convinced herself that it was all a dream, because there was no other possibility. She'd read stories where people from her universe had ended up in another universe. But those were just stories, they couldn't possibly be real.
"Here," Craig said, setting a steaming mug in front of Chris who took it gratefully, sipping on the chai tea that Craig had made exactly how she liked it.
"So, how do you know me?" Chris asked after a few minutes of silence.
"Because I've met you before." Craig said, looking at Chris earnestly, "it's how I know you like fruit, and chai, and your ring is from your brother, and you want to be a high school drama teacher."
"Not even Mike knows about that" Chris said with a frown. She was even more convinced now than she was earlier that this was all just a dream.
"I know, but you're the one that told me all of that" Craig said, "my past, your future." He paused for a second, "God I'm rubbish at this, I wish the doctor was here, he would-"
Craig stopped as the sounds of crying floated down the stairs. He looked at Chris in horror and she couldn't help but smile.
"I don't know what to do," Craig said, grabbing his hair.
"You might want to try finding out what's wrong before you panic," Chris said, giving advice that she had been given multiple times in her life.
Craig nodded and went to check on Alfie as Chris turned back to the newspaper. She made it to one of the articles about missing persons and found that everything was exactly the way it had been on Doctor Who. She let out a sigh and put the paper down before picking up her tea.
Craig made his way back downstairs only for Alfie to start crying again.
"I'm rubbish." He said with a frown as his phone started ringing.
"Do you want me to help?" Chris asked, peeking out from the kitchen, "I'm pretty good with kids"
Craig nodded gratefully and then answers the phone. Chris smiled and went upstairs to see what had woken Alfie.
Just after she had gotten Alfie to fall asleep again, by rocking him gently in her arms, there was a knock on the front door. Chris carefully set Alfie down then went to the top of the stairs, where she found that she could see the door but no one would be able to see her.
"I'm coping, I'm coping on my own, I'm coping on my own!" Craig said, throwing the door open and addressing the man who stood there."I'm coping on my own!"
"Hello, Craig!" A man who looked suspiciously like the 11th doctor called in a childish voice "I'm back!"
"She didn't?" Craig said, much to the Doctor's evident confusion . "How could she phone you?"
"How could who phone me?" The Doctor asked, sticking his head in the door, not noticing me watching from the stairs "Nobody phoned me, I'm just here. You've redecorated" The Doctor said, looking around the hall "I don't like it."
"It's a different house, we moved." Craig informed him, perturbed by the Doctor's presence.
"Yes, that's it." The Doctor agreed
"Doctor, what are you doing here?" Craig asked
"Social call." The Doctor lied, "Thought it was about time I tried one out. How are you?"
"I'm fine." Craig said, although he was completely not fine
"This is the bit where I say. "I'm fine, too" isn't it?" The Doctor asked and Craig nodded, "I'm fine, too."
"Good." Craig said as Chris leaned against the wall, surprised at how vivid her dream was, and how accurate.
"Love to Sophie, bye!" The Doctor said, making to leave before the lights flashed. He turned on the spot and walked back towards the house "Something's wrong! On your own, you said." The Doctor pushed past Craig and made his way to the stairs, waving his Sonic around as he went. "But you're not you're not on your own!"
Chris quickly made her way back to the room with Alfie. Picking up the kid and sitting in the rocker that the room had. She started humming quietly to Alfie, both to calm herself down, and to keep the baby asleep.
"Just, shhh!" Craig said, worried that he'd wake Alfie
"Increased sulphur emissions." The Doctor said kicking a clean diaper down behind him as he made his way up the messy stairs, "And look at the state of this place. What are you not telling me?"
"Doctor, please!" Craig begged, "Shhh!"
"No, you shhh!" The Doctor said, starting a shushing war between the two grown men.
"Doctor!" Craig whisper-yelled as the Doctor pushed past him
"Hello, who's in there?" Doctor said, jumping through the door. "Whatever you are, get off this planet!"
"Oh, you've woken him!" Chris said, continuing to rock the now crying child and gently hushing him. Chris didn't even look up at the Doctor.
"What?" The Doctor said, obviously not expecting Chris to be there at all.
"Doctor." Craig said, trying to get the Time Lord's attention.
"What?" He asked again, looking like he had gone into shock.
"Hello?" Craig said, waving a hand in front of the Doctor's face, making Chris, who was watching now, laugh.
"What?"
"They always come in threes, don't they Doc," Chris said before Alfie was suddenly taken from her arms and handed to Craig and she was enveloped in a tight hug.
"What are you doing here?" The Doctor asked, "I thought I asked you to stay with the Ponds."
"Uh…" Chris said, surprised and uncomfortable with the hugging, "Yeah um, what's with the, uh, hugging thing. Not a fan of the hugging thing."
The Doctor quickly let go, leaving his hands on her shoulders as he looked at Chris, "Oh, this is early, this is very early, isn't it?"
"What do you mean, early?" Chris asked, "Craig said the same thing, what does that mean?"
"Oh, Chris." The Doctor said, sounding sad. Chris didn't like that sound. The Doctor shouldn't be sad. His demeanor quickly changed as he turned to Craig, "So when you say on your own-"
"Yes, I meant on my own with the baby, yes." Craig said, "Well, until Chris showed up in my living room… again."
"Again?" Chris mumbled as she started to play with her ring again.
"Cos no-one thinks I can cope on my own." Craig said as Alfie continued to cry, "Which is so unfair. Because I can't cope on my own with him!" Alfie only started to cry louder, "I can't. He just cries. All the time. I mean, do they have off-switches? Human beings."
"Oh, you two are such men." Chris said, taking Alfie from Craig and gently rocking him as she led the two dolts to the kitchen, "They can sense fear you know." She felt much better when she had something else to focus on. '
"Really?" Craig asked, looking at Alfie in awe.
"No, you dolt, he's hungry." Chris said, before instructing Craig on how to make a bottle, despite the man's protests that he already knew how. Chris handed Alfie to Craig. Once Alfie was fed Craig put him in his highchair and he started crying again.
Chris gestured for the Doctor to go over to Alfie, putting her finger to her lips, indicating that he should shush the young child. The Doctor nodded and shushed Alfie, causing him to calm down immediately.
"Can you teach me to do that?" Craig asked.
"Probably not." Chris said with a smirk.
"Oh, please come on, I need something, I'm rubbish at this." Craig said dejectedly,
"At what?" The Doctor asked standing up and moving around the room to dispel his excess energy.
"Being a dad." Craig told them, "You read all the books, they tell you you'll know what to do if you follow your instinct. I have no instinct! That's what this weekend's about, trying to prove to people I can do this one thing well."
"There's not actually a manual on being a father," Chris said, patting Craig on the shoulder, "It's not like putting together a shelf, you learn from your mistakes and get better as you go."
"So what did you call him?" The Doctor asked, "Will I blush?"
"No, we didn't call him 'the Doctor'!" Craig said, causing Chris to laugh at the Doctor's pout
"No, I didn't think you would." The Doctor said, looking at the woman with a frown.
"He's called Alfie." Craig explained "What are you doing here anyway?"
"Yes, he likes that, Alfie." The Doctor said, not answering Craig's question, "Though personally he prefers to be called Stormageddon, Dark Lord Of All."
"Sorry, what?" Craig asked, looking between the Doctor and Chris in confusion.
"That's what he calls himself." The Doctor said, looking up from Alfie
"How do you know that?" Craig asked, dumbfounded
"He speaks baby." Chris said with a grin, figuring that she might as well enjoy this dream that she was having.
"Of course he does!" Craig cried, throwing his arms into the air, "I don't even know when his nappy needs changing. I'm the one supposed to be his dad."
"Oh, yeah." The Doctor said, "He's wondering where his mum is?" He looked at Craig "Where is Sophie?"
"Gone away with Melina for the weekend." Craig explained, "Needs a rest."
"No, he's your dad, you can't just call him 'Not-Mum'." The Doctor said, looking at Aflie, who was giggling.
"Not-Mum?" Craig asked, offended.
"That's you." The Doctor told him, "Also, Not Mum, that's me. And Almost-Mum is Chris over here. And everybody else is "peasants."
"That's a bit unfortunate." Chris said with a grin at Alfie
"What are you here for?" Craig asked, looking between the Doctor and Chris.
"I woke up here," Chris said with a shrug
"I just popped in to say hello." The Doctor said moving to the kitchen counter and picking up an abnormally large salt shaker before setting it down and moving around to a chalk board.
"You don't do that." Craig said, "I checked upstairs when we moved, it's real. And next door, they're humans. Is it the fridge? Are there aliens in my fridge?"
"I just want to see you, Craig!" The Doctor said earnestly and Chris raised an eyebrow at him, "Cross my hearts. I've been knocking about on my own." He gave Chris a sad look that only served to confuse her "A farewell tour. One last thing, popping in to see you, then I'm off to the Alignment of Exedor."
"The Alignment of Exedor?" Craig asked
"Meant to be spectacular, I can't miss it. Literally can't." The Doctor said with a grin, "It's locked in a time stasis field, I get one crack at flying my TARDIS straight into it, if I get my dates right." He picked up a newspaper to check the date "Which I have."
"Sounds nice." Craig quipped sullenly
"So this is me popping in and popping out again." The Doctor continued, as if Craig hadn't spoken, flicking through the paper "Just being social, just having a laugh." He sets the paper down suddenly and glances at Chris sheepishly."Never mind that."
"Never mind what?" Craig asked, looking at Chris but sheI only shrugged.
"Nothing." The Doctor said, as Chris grabbed the paper to look at it.
"No, you noticed something." Craig said, "You've got your noticing face on. I have nightmares about that face."
"Nope, given up all that, done with noticing things." The Doctor said, and the lights flickered , "Didn't even notice that. Got to go. Good seeing you, Craig. Goodbye, Stormageddon. Come along Chris." The Doctor grabbed Chris' hand but she backed up a step, pretending not to notice the hurt look he sent her.
"I, uh, actually quite like it here at the moment." Chris said glancing over at Alfie as he started to cry.
"No, wait, wait, could you do the shushing thing?" Craig asked, afraid the Doctor was going to leave again
"No, it only works once, and only on life forms with underdeveloped brains." The Doctor explained, "Come on, Chris."
"Hang on, you said farewell tour?" Craig said as Chris shook my head at the Doctor. She didn't care if this was a dream, She did not like people bossing her around, "What do you mean, farewell"
"Ssh" The Doctor said making it so that Craig was unable to speak. He looked at Chris and she shook her head, unwilling to follow him. The Doctor nodded with a sad smile but Chris could see the hurt in his eyes.
The Doctor quickly made his way out of the house and I let out a sigh before handing Alfie back to Craig.
"You're gonna follow him?" Craig asked, "I thought you were staying."
"I hurt him," Chris said, confused, "I want to know why."
"Chris," Craig said, placing a hand on her shoulder, causing her to tense, "Sorry," He removed his hand, "You and the Doctor are close in the future, I don't think he know's how early this is for you."
"Early? What do you mean early?" Chris asked, backing towards the door, "This is a dream, wouldn't that make it late?"
Chris turned and ran out the door, looking around for the Tardis. She saw the Doctor shutting the door and called his name, making the timelord exit his ship. Even if Chris thought it was a dream The Doctor was her all time favorite character and she could not live with herself if she hurt him like that.
"I thought you were staying with Craig." The Doctor said sullenly when Chris was in front of him "Seeing as how he's your best friend."
"He isn't." Chris said with a small frown
"What?" The Doctor said, stepping closer, making Chris step back a little to maintain the space.
"He's not my friend... yet." Chris reiterated, "Technically you're not my friend yet either. I may be yours but I don't actually know you yet. I'm sorry."
"Oh Chris," The Doctor said, looking like he wanted to hug her, "you have nothing to apologize for, I shouldn't have overreacted."
"That was overreacting?" Chris asked, "Getting hurt when someone you're friends with doesn't respond the way you're used to is overreacting?"
"I- I guess not." The Doctor said with a sheepish smile "But y'know, this explains a lot."
"Huh?" Chris said
"Spoilers, sorry." The Doctor said and Chris let out a groan, "You're the one who taught me that."
"Spoilers." She said with a grin, causing him to roll his eyes. "Okay, so, what next?"
"There's a department store that's losing power and we need to check that out." The Doctor said with a grin, "I'm glad you're here Chris. I need a friend right now. I didn't think I did but-"
"Doc, it's aight."Chris said with a sad smile, "I understand, really, I do."
The Doctor chuckled and finally opened the door to the Tardis, letting Chris inside and frowning when she just stood there. She was looking at the blue police box as if it was the first time she had seen it.
"Oh my gosh, it's the Tardis." Chris said with a grin, rushing to the old box. She placed a hand on the box and thought to it, hoping that it would work. Oh, hello you sexy thing.
Chris, hello! Chris heard in her head and she couldn't help but laugh. Oh, you're so young.
"Oh, that is brilliant, absolutely brilliant." Chris said, turning to look at the Doctor who was watching with a soft smile. "Doctor, have I told you before that the Tardis is brilliant, if not then I need to remember to say it more often."
"You tell me she's brilliant so often I think you have a crush on her." The Doctor said with a chuckle.
"What if I do?" Chris asked with a smirk as the door she was leaning on opened suddenly causing her to fall back into the Tardis. Rude.
Sorry, but he get's jealous when you mention your crush on me. The Tardis said and Chris laughed as she looked up to see the Doctor standing over her.
"You okay down there?" He asked with a grin.
"Brilliant." Chris said before standing up and turning to actually get a good look at the Tardis. "Oh, she is gorgeous."
"Yeah, I've heard," The Doctor said sarcastically, "Anyways-"
"Oh, no you don't, she told me you get jealous." Chris said, turning on the Doctor, startling him a little, "This is my first time here though, so you're gonna give me time to marvel at her, aight?"
"Okay," The Doctor said, before walking past her to go to the console, "I'll just be over… Wait, your first time?"
"Yeah, you deaf or something?" Chris asked, raising an eyebrow as the Doctor rushed down to her, gripping her shoulders, almost making Chris panic, "Doctor?"
"This is important, Chris," The Doctor said gently, seeming to understand that he was starting to scare her, "You cannot tell me anything about your future knowledge, okay. No matter what I do to force you, which I apologize immensely for, I was young and stupid. Anyways, no matter what, not a peep."
"Doctor," Chris said again, harsher this time, "Let go."
"Chris?" The Doctor asked as she started to tremble, "Oh. I am stupid, I am so very stupid, I am still young and stupid."
Suddenly she was wrapped in a hug and there was a calming presence in her mind. "Breath, Chris, just breath."
"Breathing," Chris said, matching her breaths to his as she listened to his double heartbeats, "breathing."
After a few minutes she was calm again and sitting in the jump seat near the console as the Doctor fiddled with it.
"I'm sorry, Chris." The Doctor apologized, turning to face her. "I'm stupid and forgetful and I haven't been with a younger version of you in a long time and I forget what you were like at first and that you don't trust me yet and-"
"Doctor," Chris said, getting his attention, "It's not your fault."
"I know you don't think that, but I still don't like it. I wish I could go and-" He cut himself off, "Anyways, department store, we're gonna need jobs there. How do you get a job? I've never gotten a job at a department store."
"Too domestic?" Chris asked with a cheeky grin
"Exactly!" The Doctor exclaimed, coming to a stop right in front of her, "too domestic. Like potted plants, and cats." Chris could have sworn he added "and pigs" under his breath but it only confused her so she decided to ignore it.
"Nothing wrong with any of those." Chris said with a shrug, "Well, I'm more of a dog person myself, but cats are alright. I think we're too similar, cats and me, we both dislike people unless we need something, say for instance, adventure."
"You mean to tell me that you only stay because of adventure?" The Doctor asked with mock hurt.
"Well," Chris said drawing the word out into a question.
"Rude" The Doctor quipped before grabbing Chris' hand and drawing her out of the Tardis with a yell, "Time to get jobs!"
"Do you even know where the department store is?" Chris asked with a smile.
"Of course," The Doctor said pulling her away from the Tardis before stopping to look around, completely lost, "Wait, no, I don't."
Chris chuckled before leading him to a nearby store to ask for directions. The store turned out to be a book store and she looked around excitedly before turning to the Doctor who was watching her with a smirk.
"We close in twenty," A voice called from the back as the Doctor and Chris moved further into the store.
"Please, please. Can I just look around for a second?" She asked hopefully.
"The last time I let you look around for a second you ended up forcing us to stay all day." The Doctor said with a grin.
"But that hasn't happened yet!" Chris said, "Come on, you can ask for directions while I look at the books"
The Doctor groaned before releasing her hands and she gave a triumphant shout before quickly heading to the young adult section.
While she was looking around the Doctor went up to the front desk to ask directions to the department store. If her knowledge of the man was correct he was probably making a complete fool of himself.
"Can I help you find anything?" A young woman said behind Chris, making her jump.
"Yeah actually, I need something interesting to read and I have no clue what I'm in the mood for. Do you have any suggestions?" Chris asked with a grin. "I want a surprise today, I think you're just the one to make sure that happens"
"Sure!" She said with a bright smile, "What do you normally read?"
"Anything really, Sci-fi and fantasy, romance, mystery, thriller, all of the above." Chris told her before holding out her hand "I'm Chris, by the way."
"Hannah," She said with a smile, shaking Chris' hand before turning to the shelves to pick up a book. "Okay, so I read this book about a month ago and I absolutely loved it. I have this feeling that you'd enjoy it too."
"Describe it in three words?" Chris asked, " wait, no, five."
"Best read of the week." She said with a grin and Chris couldn't help but laugh.
"I'll take it then." Chris said, holding a hand out for the book.
"Do you even have money," The Doctor said from behind Chris, causing her to startle with a yelp, "Sorry."
"No, I thought you were paying." Chris said with a grin, accepting his apology with a nod
"Why do you always make me pay?" The Doctor whined and Chris just smirked at him with a shrug, "Ugh, fine."
"You don't even know the title of the book." Hannah said, looking between the two of them.
"I don't need to know the title to know it'll be interesting, especially if you picked it out." Chris said with a wink, watching Hannah blush.
The Doctor groaned again and Chris playfully elbowed him before taking the book Hannah offered and going to the front desk. The Doctor paid for the book and they soon found ourselves outside the bookshop on the way to the department store.
"Do you always have to flirt with everyone?" The Doctor whined, "You're nearly as bad as Jack."
"Thanks." Chris said with a grin, "I'm honored that you would think so."
"Hush you," the Doctor said as they stopped at a red light.
Chris watched with a small smile as the Doctor shifted around as they waited for the light to change so that they weren't hit by a car while they crossed the road. When the light changed he took off, nearly pulling her shoulder out of its socket.
"Doctor," Chris hissed in pain, pulling her hand from his, "calm down, the store isn't going to get up and walk away in the time it takes us to walk there."
"Sorry, it's just so slow," The Doctor complained, "how do people go through life at a normal pace, in the right order?"
"Lots and lots of alcohol." Chris said with a grin before walking ahead of him and towards the department store she could now see in the distance.
"Chris!" The Doctor called, jogging to catch up with her. "Get back here"
Chris stopped and waited for the Doctor outside the department store where there was a group of birds pecking at some discarded bread. Chris looked at them wistfully and then sighed.
"I wish I had a camera." Chris said quietly. She loved taking picture and usually had some kind of camera on her. Be it her iPhone camera or the one she used for her job, or her personal camera. She hadn't found the time to worry about it since getting there but now she really wished she had one.
Then again, if this was a dream, which she was beginning to doubt it was, she wouldn't need a camera anyways.
"Let go get ourselves some jobs." The Doctor said, pulling Chris from her thoughts. She grinned and followed the Time Lord into the department store, suddenly wary about everything that was supposed to happen in the next couple days.
A/N: Look at this! Third person! I hope you enjoy it :) Lemme know what you think, I thrive on reviews.
-Ryn
P.S.- Since the last chapter was super short and I'm in a good mood I decided to post this one. Because I suck at schedules and will hardly ever stick to them... oops.