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Chapter eight
Daddy
Previously: "Your eyes look funny." Bell said cocking her head to one side and staring up at her mother."They're all gold and swirly."
"Don't worry honey," Rose reassured her three year old daughter."Everything is fine, mommy is fine." Bell just looked on as if the comment about her mother's eyes had never been made. Rose ignored the comment as well, and began walking farther from the house. She carried Bell into the forest and marveled at the scene before her. It was early in the morning, with the sun just peaking out over the horizon, causing the trees cast long lanky shadows across the surrounding bushes. Birds chirped madly as if they wanted their attention. Squirrels and small chipmunk type things scampered around on the ground, looking for food in the many piles of leaves and twigs. Rose could hear a little stream trickling away in the distance. It reminded her of one of those Disney movies where all of the animals talk and everything is happy. She left the serene area and headed towards what she thought must be a town.
Thankfully Rose and Bell emerged from the dense forest, into a large field, filled with wheat, ready to be harvested. Rose waded into the knee high grass, the bristles tickling her skin. She could see a city in the distance, rising up out above the fields and trees. It was a truly marvelous sight. Rose remembered the last time she had been here, nurse cat nuns were breading humans."It's for a good cause."She remembered one of them pleading. Last she heard, they were the new governors at New New York. She wondered how much the city had changed, if at all, since she'd last been here. Bell tugged at her mother's shirt impatiently.
"Mommy, can we go? The grass is making me itchy." Rose looked down. The grass was just above Bell's head. She looked up at her mother her blond pigtails bouncing in the breeze.
"Okay."Rose said picking up her daughter. She could be so picky some times. But keeping those thoughts to herself, she headed toward the city.
Meanwhile: "Excuse me?"The Doctor was thoughrolly confused, and that didn't happen often.
"I said, why the heck are you on my land?"
"You're… land? Oh, you own this land?"
"You bet I do. Are you alright in the head mate?"The man had a strong Scottish accent. He looked like on e of those mountain men, the ones you see on reality shows, where you have to survive off the land. He was covered in dirt, his hair a mess of curls spilling down to his shoulders.
"Oh, I'm dazed an' confused. I was head'n for the city when my driver crashed my transportation. Could you tell me where I am Sir?"
"Well," said the man."Where are my manners? Dear Sir, you are in Eddenbroth, a small town just a few miles from New New York itself. My wife 'n I own a few acres of land and our cottage is just up the hill, that is, if you fancy a bite to eat."The Doctor was astounded. This man didn't even know his name and was already inviting him over for dinner.
"Thank you, but I must be on my way, If you could give me a lift it would be much appreciated."
"I'd be much obliged. Now fallow me, and you'll be at your destination in no time."
"So how long have you lived in Eddenbroth?" The Doctor was riding in a horse drawn carriage, the only means of transportation for miles. He had figured out that the man's name was James McDermott, he had a wife three kids and a dog. The Doctor assumed he was happy. He had been happy once, that was when he had Rose. But she was happier now, living with the human double of himself in a parallel world. That's the only thing that stops him from ripping a whole in time and space to come and get her; just knowing that she is happy. The Doctor was brought back to the present, by the carriage lurching to a stop.
"Ok," James said speaking again."Just as I promised, New New York is just across the bridge."He said pointing.
"Thanks."The Doctor said jumping out of the carriage.
"Happy to help a weary traveler." And with that he rode off into the distance.
The Doctor looked around; James had dropped him off at the very spot where, three years ago, he had stood with rose. He cursed to himself silently. He couldn't stop thinking about Rose. Everywhere he went he faced painful reminders of what he had walked away from. A better life, a life he could've spent with Rose.
He walked into town , stopping in small shops and looking at trinkets. He was crossing the road when he stopped dead. He saw a little girl, just, standing there staring at him, penetrating his very soul. Yet, she stood out, the dust and people moving around her. The little girl yelled, but he couldn't hear with all of the noise around him. Suddenly, somebody came and grabbed the little girl. The Doctor ran, wanting to know where she had gone. But the girl had been lost in the sea of people. The Doctor was confused, not why she had been taken, but why she said what she said. He couldn't hear her but he knew perfectly well what she said. The way her lips formed the word, she had yelled daddy.