I sucked in a breath, it was impossible. I had never, throughout all my life, believed in aliens. I couldn't grasp the concept.
"You're…not..." I wobbled on my feet a little, The Doctor reached to steady me, but I held up my hand, "This might be too much for me to accept…" the Doctor's eyes saddened, "…Right now." I finished.
I didn't want to believe it, I didn't want to let myself believe it, but nothing was impossible, and the room around us was unlike anything I had ever seen.
"You can go home now if you'd like." The Doctor said, "Just tell me where you live…I'll take you there."
Sarah looked me in the eyes, and behind hers I knew she was asking to stay, she was…rapt. I knew that for myself, if I went home now, never knowing if he was real or not, I would go mad thinking about it. I'm not one to forget something like this easily.
"N-No." I stuttered out shakily, quietly.
His eyebrows rose, "Hmm?"
"No," I said again, "I want you to prove it…can you, do that?"
"That's a first," He muttered hurriedly under his breath, "Of course I can." He smiled a bit, as if this was all in good fun for him, "Where do you want to go?"
My eyebrows shot up, I gave him a look and laughed good naturedly, "I suppose you expect me to have a name?"
"Right, right," he nodded, "Didn't think of that…." He paused for a moment, "OH! I know just the place!"
With a wink, and a grin he shoved a lever and Toast and I grabbed on to each other as we began to travel again. Soon the room stopped shaking, and The Doctor walked over from the table in the center.
"Barcelona!" he laughed. Both Toast and I's eyes shot up. "Though," he paused, "Maybe not as you expect it to be…the planet, Barcelona." He grinned confidently. He went to open the door when I cleared my throat.
"Doctor," I asked, "You wouldn't happen to have a pair of shoes, would you?"
He looked at my bare feet, my toes curling over the chilly floor, covered in their silky nylon skin.
"Ah, right…about that…." He walked over to me and took my hand, "Common." He smiled.
Hand in his, he lead me around the room and into another, Toast followed silently.
He opened the door to reveal a gigantic wardrobe, with racks of hanging clothing. Men's hung on one side, women's on the other. Shelves of shoes were stacked against the walls.
"Pick your fancy" he nodded at the array of footwear.
I combed through them, looking for my size. I found some heels, and with a smirk put them back. No more heels today, not for me.
I soon settled on a pair of black flats.
I held them up to him, "Thoughts?"
He smirked, "Perfect," he said, "You can't use them as a weapon, which means I'm safe!" He grinned.
"Oh, that's a clever quip!" I rolled my eyes, and slipped the shoes on my feet.
"Ready?"
I nodded, then noticing Toasts absence I turned. She came stumbling out of an array of frilly jackets, with a long colored scarf hanging around her neck, and fuzzy slippers adorning her feet.
The Doctors eye brows shot up, he looked at me, we exchanged a look. Without speaking a word the question was asked and answered.
"Right then, let's go." He turned to leave, I yanked Toast by the arm, who at that moment frantically kicked of the slippers, threw her shoes back on, yet kept the scarf.
We got to the door; he turned to both of us. Noticing the scarf, he smirked, "I used to love that scarf," he said, "Wore it all the time."
