- Sorry about the last chapter being so short. I didn't realize it was so short until I posted it. Oops. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I's longer. Much longer (I think).

I wake up in my bedroom. The lights are off, and the blinds hide any light from outside. I try to stand up, but my back disagrees with me. I moan as I roll over on my side. I'm still wearing my faded jeans and jacket, but my sneakers are on the floor next to me. I roll over a bit more, and fall on the floor.

I groan as my arm bursts into flames. I stand up and almost fall over. I turn on the light and look in the mirror. My pale face is cut, most likely from the glass, and blood stains my coat. My black hair is knotted and sticking up in odd ways.

"You're a freaking mess," I say as I laugh at my appearance. I go into the bathroom and take a shower. The hot water stings when it hits my cuts. I get out of the shower and put on a pair of dark jeans and an oversized knit sweater featuring Hatsune Miku. I messily pull my hair back and clip it with one of those big clip thingies.

I walk to the window with my laptop and open the blinds. White light from the snow of Central Park blinds me for a moment, but then my eyes adjust. I notice how all the people outside are enjoying themselves. The kids are throwing snowballs and couples are holding hands and stuff.

I open my blog on Chrome and then open a new word doc. I stare at the blank page. It helps me with coming up with ideas. I start writing about my encounter with the creature, but I decide to write it as though I can't feel emotions, except pain.

I am almost done with my story before I realize that I'm in my room. I went from passing out in front of NYU to my bedroom. I am freaking scared out of hell now, because I have no clue how I got here.

I look out the window to see if there is any sign of how I got here, but if there is, it's now covered up with fresh snow. That's when I start to wonder what time it is. I look at the little time and date thing in the bottom of my screen and I notice that it's the afternoon of the next day. I thankfully don't have class on Christmas Eve, but I want to know how I freaking got up here.

I look around the room for any sign of something, but I find nothing. I start to calm down a little, but I'm still worried that that guy knows where I live and might kill me or something.

But then something more horrific wails out. I look outside and see the creature standing below my window. There's no freaking way this thing is back. And there better not be any more. But usually my luck runs low, and I can hear more coming up the fire escape. I run to the window and lock it, along with all the others. I run to my room and grab my pocket knife. I flip it open. I run into the closet, and hop that they can't get in, and if they do, they don't check the closet.

A loud crash comes from the living room, followed by shattering glass. I'm screwed, I'm screwed, I'm in so much freaking trouble, I think to myself as my breathing increases. I slide down the back wall and fall to the ground. Shirts and coats rub against my face.

I loud splintering sound comes from my bedroom door. It increases at a steady rate, and then I hear a loud crack. The door is most likely broken and they're probably coming in now. My heart beats faster and I begin to worry. I've used a knife before, and I can defend myself pretty well, but I'm not sure if I can get rid of all of them. It sounds like a lot of them are coming.

They storm through my room, which is a mess, and I can here them look through my stuff. They're getting closer to my closet and it finally opens the door. I'm crouched down in the far back, probably one of the worst places to be. It hasn't seen me yet, so I decide to leap out and attack it.

Sadly, I'm still in pain from earlier, so I'm slow. The creature spots me and makes a wild cry to his friends. They all surround me and pull me out of the closet. I try to raise my knife, but they confiscate it from me. I try kicking them, getting away, punching them, but nothing works. I start to wonder why the neighbors can't hear what's going on. I yell out and try to make as much noise as possible, but nobody comes to help.

"Help me," I barely say under my breath.

That's when a wheezing sound fills my ears. The creatures drop me, and I fall on my butt. I look up to see a blue box sitting right in the middle of my room. I have no freaking clue how it got there, or even what it is. A door opens and out steps a man. He looks to be in his late twenties, with floppy hair that is falling in his face. He wears a brown jacket and navy vest, with a bowtie and pocket watch thing. He could easily fit into a steampunk movie.

"I thought I told you to leave her alone," he says to the creatures. I recognize the voice to be the one of the guy with the weird sounding thing. "I thought I put a Safety Tesseract thing on her," he says almost to himself. He then takes out an odd looking flashlight and on comes a green light and the weird sounding buzz. He aims it at me and it does nothing.

Except all the things around fly out and hit the walls. One even goes through the window. "How did you do that?" I ask.

"I put a Safety Tesseract on you, keeps anything from getting close to you. Now I want to know why it didn't work before, and why those Albiegh continue to follow you."

The things, Albiegh, are starting to regroup. The man pulls me up to my feet, and then guides me to the blue box. There can't be room for both of us, but he snaps his fingers and the doors open. I'm pushed into a large room. The ceiling has to be at least ten feet, much taller than the little box exterior. In the middle, a control panel surrounds a glass tube of electric blue lights. At the top of the tube, large rings covered in intricate circle designs rotate around.

"There's no way this s possible," I say.

"Yes, I know," he says, "It's bigger on the inside. It's my TARDIS. It travels through time and space." He says it so matter-of-factly, like it's even possible to travel through time.

"That's not possible, this thing, TARDIS, whatever it's called, it's not possible, and what's up with the funky names, Safety Tesseract, TARDIS? What's your name?" That feeling you get when you're dancing with strobe lights, that's how I feel right now.

"Yes, well, I'm the Doctor, and this is possible, I'll show you." He runs to the control panel, flips a switch, pulls a lever, and the room spins and twists. I fall down and get thrown against a railing. I pull myself up with the railing, and look to see the Doctor running around, pushing buttons and smiling. He seems oblivious to the tilting and rotating. The room finally stops moving, and I feel sick.

"Look outside, he says. I slowly walk to the door, and open it. I step out and my orange converse hits a hard rock. I look up to see a whitish building with a lighthouse on one side and a silod-like thing on the other.

The Doctor steps out and says, "Welcome to Alcatraz, 1942!"