2. The TARDIS
I didn't sleep a wink that night. Every time I closed my eyes, a face with fangs and an angered expression came to my mind. Angels were supposed to be a beacon of hope and love not whatever this was. When I finally did get some shut eye, it was six-forty five and at seven exactly, there was a knock on my door. My eyelids were quick to re-open.
"Don't even blink." The Voice echoed in my mind. Another knock. "Hey, Aurora?" It was just Trevor. No angels. I got out of bed and opened the door.
"Morning." he greeted me smiling. "It's seven. I think you should come out and talk to us, we'll be leaving for work soon." He hesitated for a second. "What happened yesterday? One second you were at the station, the next you were knocking at our door white as a sheet asking to stay the night." he sounded concerned. I thought whether or not I should tell him about my encounter the other night but I decided against it. He would probably think it was just me feeling tired and brush it off as a tired dream. So I smiled and punched him playfully on his arm. "Can't I spend the night at my best friend's for no reason other than the fact that he is getting married later this year?"
He eyed me weirdly for a second as if he knew something was wrong but he shrugged it off and invited me for a pancake in the kitchen.
The entire morning passed like a dream. When I finally got home, I sat at my computer and stared at the gap at the end of my story. I really hate endings. After several cups of tea and a game of 2042, I decided to leave it as it is and send it to the editor for proof reading. I had to end the story midway. The tea warmed me up and I started thinking that maybe I had just daydreamed the whole thing with the angel and the Voice. Maybe I felt guilty about not finishing the story. Maybe it was time to sleep more than a quarter of an hour. I put the I HEART LONDON mug down and made myself a little nest of blankets and pillows on my sofa. As soon as my head touched my pillow, there was a tap on the door. I groaned and got off the sofa. I walked to the door annoyed, ready to swear the head off the person who dares to disturb my peace. I opened the door and a familiar Voice talked to me. The tweed jacket man was in front of me. Still in his bowtie and suspenders. The owner of the Voice was at my door.
"Hello! My name's The Doctor- well it's not but I do get called that. Quite complicated really but anyway- I'm looking for something which happens to be in your flat." He said while looking down at a metallic thing with a green tip. He looked up to see the face of the owner of the flat. He seemed as surprised as I was. But unlike me it was good surprise. "It's you again! Hello! Is this your flat? Fancy meeting you twice in less than 24 hours. May I come in?" He said smiling the biggest and goofiest smile I had ever seen. To my surprise I nodded and with my mouth open (I was still in shock) made way for him to come in. When he came in he started waving his green tip thing around. "Right." he loudly said. He faced me and pointed the thing in my face. "Has there been anything weird going on in here lately? Anything, oh I don't know... Angel like?" His face was no longer goofy, it was 100% business. I was still staring at him gawking like a fool. Then I mentally slapped myself. Get a grip woman. There's a complete stranger in your lounge. That's when I came to my senses. "Wait what?" I asked puzzled. "Who are you? What's that? And what are you doing here?" I demanded, my temper getting a hold of me. He looked at me annoyed as if I was disturbing his mid-morning. He flicked the thing and answered me: "I'm the Doctor, this is a sonic screwdriver and I am looking for the thing the Angels want."
Those answers opened many other questions. "Doctor who? What angels? I'm calling the police." I threatened. He smiled and looked at me after waving the sonic screwdriver around some more. "Just the Doctor. Call them if you like; I'm only here to save your life." He was not making eye contact (which kind of infuriated me.)
"Why would my life need saving?" I asked angrily.
"Because there's a Weeping Angel right behind you." he shouted. A shiver went down my spine and I slowly turned around. There, right in front of my front door was a five foot statue of an angel covering her face. I slowly stepped back, never taking my eyes off of it.
"Do you still want to call the police?" He said quietly. From the corner of my eye, I could see him smiling sadly. He stretched his hand toward me. I took it and a familiar sense of safety washed over me.
"Aurora Evans, I'm going to need you to trust me." he said. I didn't even think about it. I just nodded. "Okay. Walk backwards and never take your eyes off that statute. Don't even blink. Walk backwards to the window." he instructed. I nodded and carefully, still holding the Doctor's hand, walked back towards the window. After some obstacles we made it.
"Now here's the tricky bit." he said, "Get up on the ledge and jump."
"What?!" I cried out. "We're on the tenth floor!"
"I know Aurora. I know but please this is very important. I can't lose anyone else to an Angel. Just trust me and jump. I'll be with you. Trust me and jump."
I hesitated. Somehow death by angel appealed to me more than death by falling. But he squeezed my hand and the feeling of safety came back.
I didn't know why I was trusting this mad man but I nodded, did exactly as he told me and after he shouted "GERONIMO!" we jumped out of my window. I felt the air rushing and then I heard a whooshing noise and felt something materialise around me. One second I was in the air, free falling to my death, the next I was standing safely in a cavernous golden room. The doctor was still holding my hand. He looked at me and smiling his goofy smile he hugged me. This surprised me a bit but then I understood that where ever I was, I was there because of him and so u hugged him back. After what felt like the eternity of holding each other, he let go and happily said: "Welcome to the TARDIS."
