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The National Museum was busy as always, full of hundreds of people of different sizes, dragging children that vary in annoyance. But the tiny gift store, pressed with multiple bodies was the worst of it. There was something about small spaces that I hated. The way the air seemed too thin, and the way the heat form the multiple bodies seem to cling to my skin. But the one thing that I wasn't too fond of, was being shouted at by little children.
"But I want it!" the young boy shouted, pulling the Snow Globe further into his chest.
"That may be so but you need to pay. Maybe you can go ask your mum or something," I said, trying to reason with the boy. We had been here for a few minutes, him shouting at me, and myself about ready to start shouting back. But I don't think my boss would appreciate that.
"No!" he shouted, stomping his foot for good measure.
"Well then you can't have it," I stated simply, extending my had for him to place the Snow Globe in. I'm tired and my patience is about to take a vacation, leaving me with a pounding headache, I'm not taking this from a kid.
His face turned red as it scrunched up, tears pricking at his eyes. Great, now I've made him cry, way to go Mel, way to go.
His fist shook as he raised the Snow Globe and threw it hard against the ground, causing it to shatter, water going everywhere."He gave me one last glare that would have stopped a murderer in their place, before running off to find his mother. I stood there shocked, my hand still outstretched staring after him. He just smashed a Snow Globe, right in front of me, and then ran off. I am not paying for it. Maybe I can call security. I'm sure they have a place to detain small children that terrorize workers.
I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself, before kneeling down trying to grab the shards of glass. My work pants soaked up some of the water, making me groan in annoyance.
Another hand reached for the stranded Big Ben that I was reaching for, their fingers long and slender. "I love Snow Globes," the man said as he examined the old tower.
"Did you know they were created in Vienna by Edwin Perzy? Great man he was. Didn't like me much. But then again I did make fun of his mustache." His brown eyes seemed to light up at the thought of it. He was crouched on the floor, in a brown pinstriped suit, accompanied by white, worn out converse.
"No I didn't," I answered honestly. He smiled at me, making me feel slightly insecure.
"I'm the Doctor," he stated happily.
"What?" I asked confused. I swear we were just talking about Snow Globes. "Um, okay," I continued, still confused. I went back to collecting the glass, partially hoping the man would leave. It's not that I didn't appreciate the small amount of company, but it's the fact I'm not great with conversations, especially when they take unexpected turns.
"Oh! Sorry, I got distracted. Here let me help," he said collecting the glass.
"Thank you, um..." I wasn't sure what to say. Should I say 'sir', or say I appreciate the help, maybe I should say his name.
"Like I said. Doctor."
"That can't be your name."
"It is," he insisted.
"Well Doctor who? You have to have a last name." He smiled at that.
"I love it when people say that, never realised how much though. But it's just Doctor. And you are?"I fumbled over my words. People generally don't care about your personal life. This is new for me. "Um, just Melissa, or Mel."
"Well Melissa, I must say-" he was cut off from an odd beeping sound coming from his pocket. His brow furrowed as he placed his hand in and pulled out a device, how it fit in his pockets, I have no clue. Maybe he's a part time magician. I'm pretty sure they can do weird stuff like that. Maybe the Doctor was his stage name. Wires criss-crossed the small device, the whole thing flashing red in time with the beeping.
"Well that's not good," the Doctor said eyeing the device. He cleared his throat as he looked back at me, my eyes focused on the flashing device, it was quite mesmerising. "Sorry, gotta run. There's this thing happening, or not, knowing that this thing tends to muck up. Um." He shook the device next to his ear. "Yeah. Might want to check that out. Sorry, here," he said handing me the glass he had collected. He stood up, his slim frame towering over me. I followed his lead, not wanting to feel more claustrophobic than I already "Nice meeting you," he said, before pushing through the crowd, eyes on the flashing device.
"You to," I answered, knowing he wouldn't hear me.
"Talking to yourself now are you?" a voice came from behind me. I turned around, raising an eyebrow at the man. His sandy brown hair looked ruffled, and his security uniform wrinkled as he stood in front of me, arms crossed. He was smiling down at me, making a point of how much taller he was then me. It wasn't by much, I mean I'm the height of his nose, which seems to catch everyones attention.
"For your information I was not talking to myself, I was talking to a customer who just left," I clarified.
"Really? I think the hours are getting to you Mel."
"Oh shut up. I'm fine. But you know. I could do with a refreshment. I'm felling quite parched." I smiled at him as he laughed.
"Smooth Mel. Well I'm sure you can hold out for a bit longer. Anyway, better start doing my job." He hooked his thumbs in his belt loops before giving a quick smile to me.
"Whatever. Bye Rory," I called after him.
After cleaning up all the glass I decided to work behind the counter, knowing that I would have more luck avoiding pushy children if their parents had already agreed to buy whatever it was for them. I looked down at my watch, 20 minuted left. My heart fluttered in excitement, at last I would be free.
"The National Museum will be closing in 20 minutes. We ask that you make your way to the exit before closing time. Thank You," The overly polite voice chimed through the speakers.
My fingers drummed on the counter impatiently, as I eyed the remaining customers, edging them to hurry with their search.
"Melissa," my boss' voice came from next to me. She looked down at me with a smile, her blonde hair falling out of her bun.
"Why don't you take the remaining supplies down to the storage room and go home?" She said, politely moving me out the way. "Before the customers think you're some psycho," she added with a smile.
I was at a lost for words, trying to think of something to say to justify my creepy staring. But as usual, nothing came to mind. I sighed. "Sure."
I headed to the back room before quickly getting changed into a black hoodie with a grey hood, and black skinny jeans. The comfort of being in my own clothes was nice, I felt less stiff. I left my brown hair in its pony tail and went over to the boxed supplies.
"The National Museum is now closing," the female voice rang over. I sighed as I pushed my sleeves up and picked up the boxes, grunting under the weight. We need trolleys, or something, cos these boxes shouldn't be this heavy. I carried them down a few flights of stairs, struggling not to trip, then down a hallway until I came across the metal door at the back. I placed the boxes down, stretching briefly, before pressing in the code in the lock by the door. I heard a click and opened it, searching for the light-switch with my hand. The light flooded the stuffy room, boxes stacked against the walls, towering over me. I picked up the supplies and headed for the back of the room where we had collected them this morning. I placed them down and sighed with relief, I was done, now to go home. I stood up and wiped my hands on my jeans and turned to head out, but was blocked by a figure standing in the doorway. My heart shuddered at the figure, but noticed the security uniform and calmed down.
"I have clearance here, I was just putting away some supplies," I said. The figure didn't move. Was it Rory? But it can't be, the figure is too bulky to be him.
"Well have a good night," I said, heading forwards. The figures' arm rose and pointed out at me. There was a slight hiss and then a click.
"What are you-" I froze as something was shot into my neck. A slight sting and warmth flooding through me. I instantly reached for whatever it was, and pulled out a small metal dart.
"What the-" I blinked, everything going hazy. Don't fall, don't fall. Darkness.