Chapter 4

"We contact all of yourselves," The Doctor replied. He moved away, down stairs I guessed from the echo, and I heard the metallic clanking of flying objects he chucked out of a box. I wondered what box of delights it was, what sort of gadgets and other whirring, whizzing objects it contained.

He came back up to me and I heard keyboard clicking. I reached out to touch it. "A laptop. You are a time travelling alien and your best weapon is a laptop?"

"I don't use weapons," he said tersely.

"Okaay. Then what's the laptop for?"

"Well, the Tardis has got a lock on you now, so I can find your addresses. I'm just sending an email to everyone. Do you think you're called May everywhen?"

"I don't know." I was scared then. Who was I? Which one of us would be the original? Would we have different personalities, have different interests and likes? I thought about my parents, my current parents I suppose, and tried to picture, if the blind can "picture", having another family. Would I have sight in my other lives? A giddy smile spread across my face until I remembered. No, of course I won't. That's the angels' upper hand. I wouldn't keep going back if I could see.

"Doctor," I asked, interrupting his typing. "Mhmm?" He replied.

"What will happen to me at the end of this, if we can end it?"

The tapping stopped.

His voice was quiet when he answered me. "I don't know, May."

My heart was thumping harder now. I swallowed a lump and tried to push my fear away.

"Well, I don't want to just sit around here like a lemon and be rescued. I'd like to have a hand in my own fate, if that's all right. What can I do to help?"

The Doctor said over his typing, "Have you ever had one of those dreams where you're in your house but it's not your house?"

"I suppose," I replied, not sure where this was going.

"Well, try to hold onto that. Think about the people you saw. Do you see in your dreams?"

"No," I replied, sadly. "Just colours sometimes, vague blues and reds."

"Well, that's something to start on. I want you to focus on those dreams May, because they could be very important later on. I have a plan."

And then there was a great lurching. To the right, to the left.

"There's no whirring noise, Doctor. No whirring! Why are we moving without whirring?"

The Doctor lunged past me to the console. "The Angels are on to us! They're surrounding the Tardis now. Aaaah! We've got to do an emergency take off, hope the thrust leaves them behind."

And then she took off. Speeding upwards and round and round. I was holding onto the railing behind me.

"Have we lost them?"

"Yes, but now we have another problem." The Doctor replied.

"Great! What's that then?"

"They'll be waiting for us back in 2014. They may not know exactly what we're up to but they'll be waiting for us."

"Great! Well how are we going to gather all the Mes together?"

"We've still got the laptop.. aaah!"

The Tardis lurched again. A siren started screaming.

At the console, The Doctor shouted. "No! No, you don't!"

"Doctor, what is it?"

"We have a stow away. One of the Angels is gripping onto the Tardis, slowing us through the vortex."

"Can we shake it off?"

"Well, I'm going to try. Hold on tight!"

"Geronimo!"

"What did you say?" The Doctor shouted.

But it was too late for me to reply. We were spinning, going upside down. I was regretting my jammy dodgers and tea now.

"Urgh, please stop spinning us! My tea's about to come up!"

I swallowed convulsively.

"Not yet. Sorry, May!"

I tried to right myself, tried to stand. Suddenly I felt something very close to me, not firm. It was a fleeting sensation, just building. It was like a ghost or a hologram."

"Doctor!" I shouted over the racket. "Something's wrong."

"Yes, May. I know something's wrong. That's why we're whirling like a space Dervish! Lovely order of monks, by the way! Well, they aren't really monks. But that's theological semantics!"

"No! Doctor. There's something in front of me. I can't see it, but there's something here."

"What!?" He shouted back.

"There's something in front of me! I know I can't see it, but something's happening that isn't suppose to. I know it!"

"Can you just hold on a moment. I can't focus on more than one thing at a time."

"You are a TIME TRAVELLING SPACE ALIEN WITH A BOX BIGGER ON THE INSIDE! Of course you can multi-task! Now look at me!" I was furious now. I was scared. I didn't know what was happening and the Doctor wasn't listening to me. I wanted to reach out and slap him again. But I felt I might have overdone it with the violence.

"May! Don't move! Don't move a muscle!"

"What?!"

"There's an Angel in front of you!"

"What?!"

"An Angel! The one outside has gotten in through the monitor screen!"

"How?!"

"The image of an Angel becomes itself an Angel! But I don't have time to explain! Just stay where you are! She knows you're blind! You'll just have to move out of her way. Very slowly. Come towards me, May. I'm on your left, just step towards me. Three steps, that's all it will take." The Doctor sounded nervous. He sounded afraid. I didn't like that.

I stepped towards him, as he told me. I reached out my hand and grasped his adult boy's hands. He hugged me. I still didn't like this personal space thing, but I had to except it at this stage. Being in mortal peril put that into perspective.

"Doctor. Are you looking at the Angel because you know I'm…."

And I was gone. There was nothing for a second and then I felt a cold wind on my face. I had left the Tardis. I had no idea where I was… or when.