Chapter Two
The actor slowly regained consciousness as two figures swarmed into view.
"Oh! I think we scared the poor little bugger…" a young female voice said.
"Didwekiillit?" a male voice asked in almost a slang-sounding way as if he were extremely sick or really drunk.
"Jack! I can't believe you! Of course we didn't kill him!" she shouted as she turned towards the person beside her, and then the still hazy figure of her turned back to him. "You know, if this wasn't London around the year…2013 did he say? ..." nobody answered her so she continued, "Well, whatever year it is, I could swear he looks just like…"
The actor groaned interrupting her as he started to get up and take a look around. "Where am I?" he asked, his vision still a little fussy.
"Oh! Thank goodness you're still alright!" the female said as she helped him up.
His vision cleared more as he stood up and suddenly realized where he was. "Wh… this is impossible…" he mumbled.
"What's impossible?" the girl beside him asked.
"Th… This place… It's the TARDIS…"
The young girl had at look of shook and confusion on her face. "How did you know that?"
"…It's really hard to explain…"
"You're the Doctor, aren't you? That's why you look exactly like…"
The actor sighed. "No," he interrupted, "that's not quite it." Then he looked back down at himself; he understood where she was coming from with that. After all, he probably did look a bit like the current Doctor since he came directly from the TV show's celebration party. "…Ah… By the way… where is the Doctor, anyway?"
"Oh right! He said something about wanting to talk to you when you woke up…" she mumbled before adding, "He went for a little walk."
"He what?!"
"Or at least I think that's what he said… I wasn't exactly listening because we were busy dragging you in here… You know, thinking back I probably should have been listening…"
"Oh…great… So how long has he been gone exactly?"
She shrugged. "I don't know… a few hours at least."
"AT least! How long does a simple walk take?" the actor asked shocked, "You'd really expect him to be back soon if he really wanted to talk with me, and anyways, I have something extremely import…"
He stopped suddenly as a sudden realization came to him. "Oh dear lord, no…"
The young girl immediately stared at him. "What? Is something wrong?"
"Not… exactly…" he said as he thought of just how to explain what was going on exactly. "You see… I've been gone from… that extremely important thing I have to get back to… for a longer time than I was supposed to be… and well…" He grimaced.
"Well what?" she asked.
"…Well… he might have been… confused as me… on accident, of course…"
A deep breath of fresh air told him this was London, and he should know; He'd only saved this city more times then the people in it probably actually knew. Although, there was something in the back of his mind telling him something was different, and usually that thing was right.
He took one last look towards the end of the alley and decided to start heading back. That was when it happened.
"Oh, there you are!" a voice said making him turn back around. It was a girl who looked a bit like one of his past partners.
"Yep… here I am," he answered probably a bit more cheerfully than needed.
She tilted her head in confusion. "Are you… okay?"
"Oh yeah… ah… you know me…" he said putting on a dashing smile.
She shook her head; there was something off about him, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. A sigh came out before she said, "Well, at least getting away really did help out; you look a whole lot better now than you were."
He was confused for a second before remembering the lookalike they had brought aboard. Now that he thought about it, that man did look a bit pale and might have been suffering from being out in the winter air for too long… and now this girl was confusing him for that man. "Yes… well, you see…"
"Well, what are we waiting for?" she asked.
"…Huh?"
"We're supposed to be at the party, remember?" she explained before turning away.
"Uh huh…"
"…And anyway, it's not a party without the Doctor," she added before grabbing his arm and running off.
