CHAPTER 2

Where was I? Ah yes right before I got on the TARDIS.

"No, no your name silly girl! What's your name?" I pursed my lips. He wanted my name but he wouldn't tell me his.

"Well why not tell me yours first Doctor." It was strange calling someone simply Doctor but if you have ever been with him you know that it's a feeling you get used to. You even get used to him talking a hundred kilometers per hour and then getting angry at you when you ask, what. He's worth it, and you know it.

"That's just it Shopkeep I am simply The Doctor, Thhhheeeeee Dooooooocccccttttor." He said extending the sounds of each letter. I was so young before and in need of entertainment that this man was so new and fresh that all I could do was laugh. He looked at me like I had just drooled on my shirt, that was the way he was. He was light and springy but he was also so serious. I smiled,

"Well Thhhheeeeee Dooooooocccccttttor I am THE Katy." My tone was light I remember but my body language was that of a six year old, holding my head up high and putting my hands on my hips was the way I was choosing to represent myself for the time with the Doctor. Now that I'm looking at things, I really was daft. Too young. Too lonely and I was like dry grass, I sparked very easily.

"Well Kath-ee, I do believe I am done so I shall take my coat and gloves and get out of here!"

"It's Katy. Katy. Not Kath-ee. You sound Welsh mister are you Welsh?"

"No Kath-ee I'm not from here."

I guess subconsciously I didn't want him to leave so I decided to get him to talk. I guess I knew this man was my way out of this shop and onto bigger and grander things. I guess I just knew. It's like knowing the sun will rise in the morning or knowing that Hogwarts will stand and teach children for years to come. These are things you simply know and I knew that the Doctor could get me out.

The Doctor had already grabbed an Inverness cloak from a rack that had not been there a few minutes back and was heading for the store room.

"Please. Stop." How pathetic. To be honest I wish I had been able to show him how good I was, what I could do. But at that point in that time line I couldn't. It brakes my now no longer beating heart.

"Now listen to me, Kath-ee I am not Welsh and I am not sticking around, you are not what I was looking for, at all." His voice still rings so clear in my head when his green eyes looked into mine for the time, his cold harsh words with an air of indignation, as if I had insulted him.

"But. Why?"

"You don't even have one of these." The Doctor said holding up the Sonic Screwdriver. I held up my wand.

"Does, does this count." I said biting my lower lip.

The Doctor over reacted of course. He always does that. He jumped dropping his coat and gloves and running over to the silly girl standing in a dark sweets shop. He snatched my wand out of my hand and pointed it at the coat rack. I remember the sigh of exasperation as he pointed it and nothing happened. He took one more look at my wand and laughed.

I had to explain to him how this was a wand, controlled by spells. He laughed. Simply medieval he called it. Although you know the twinkle he gets in his eye when he's seen something truly great, or had an idea, or is stroking bits of the TARDIS I saw it in his eyes that day.

I thought he was a mad man now. Brilliant but ever so mad. He held up his metal and called a Sonic Screwdriver. He pointed at my wand and called it a prototype of what he was holding. That was when I laughed. How could that be possible? If anything he was holding the prototype to a new metal wand. He told me he wanted to take me somewhere but I had to promise not to be scared because me and him we were one in the same.

I was in awe. Imagine it, a nineteen year old two years out of Hogwarts approached by a mad man with a box. How could I even believe we were anything alike.

"Of course we are alike you and I, we'er both people. Just people. You've got a metal wand I've got this old thing. We are alike in that but in nothing else. I'm sorry." Let me tell you that for about five minutes I doubted him. I wanted him to get out my shop before it got too late and I missed dinner. I could have easily shown him to the door but there was still something there.

"Do I look like people Kathy? Because I am not people. I am the Doctor Kat and I am here to save you."

"Save me from what? Have you seen this place? It's dead."

"Exactly."

You know you never forget your first run with the Doctor. For me it was the boggart or shadow thing. However my second encounter with aliens was so soon I still count it as a part of number one. It was a man who entered the shop. To the tell you the truth I knew him very well came in every day for a kilo of dark chocolate filled with carmel. Up until a month of the day I met the Doctor. Died of heart disease they said, it was sad to lose a customer but he ate too much and even I knew that.

Eknodine. That was what the Doctor called the thing when my old customer showed up.

"Oi! Mister excuse the question but didn't you die?"

"Katie I want you to back away from the door slowly. You have to keep calm but back away, got that?"

I bet you're wondering by this point, how does she remember all this? Well to be honest I don't. I kept a diary to keep track of where we were. I wanted to lay out a linear time line of my travels and then set it all down on this in case I died. Funny enough, I did. Back to the story.

I did back away obviously or this journal would be a whole lot shorter. Imagine seeing your dead grandmother coming towards you, someone you trusted and knew with a huge green snake looking thing hanging out of its mouth hissing.

It's funny how dead people move though. They are os much faster than we make them out to be, and obviously a whole lot less obvious. I was grabbed by my old customer and I thought, well this is the end. Damn. The little bugger was disgusting it was slimy and the man smelt of death and chocolate. I guess it was literally death by chocolate.

A lot of screaming with the doctor. Especially at the start of it all. Aliens. Not Inferi not Boggarts, but aliens is what I had to deal with.

"Please help me Doctor!" My wand was still in his hand. He looked at his and then back to mine. He put mine in his pocket, how in the world had my hand fit in his pocket? Those trousers couldn't have had such large pockets. Now I know though, they are bigger on the inside. He helped the only way he knew how. He pointed his screwdriver at the man behind me now by this point on a second time line I knew that this man would explode covering my in Eknodine gunk and chocolate. However, at that point on that time line, I didn't.

The Doctor had a right laugh then I guess I would have too had I seen the face he described. I was covered in green and brown I was disgusted. My stomach started to churn,

"Oh no you don't! You listen to me and stop right there Kate! No puking in the TARDIS or anywhere near it, if your stomach is this weak you can't come." I looked up. He was taking me. He was really taking me.

"Okay, okay I'm sorry I won't be sick but I need to get clothes! I need to pack!" My voice was high and slipping into hysteria rather quickly. That was one thing that changed while I was with the Doctor. When I began I was afraid of my own shadow, with good reason too but I was different by the end. As I read later entries I see that. I even remember it. I was so pathetic.

"I've got clothes in the TARDIS I'll take you anywhere Khatelaine but it has to be great. You're special I can tell."

I grinned and followed stupidly. A man whom I had met twenty minutes ago I was getting into a box with him. It was nothing special, it was literally a box where we kept the sweets. He opened the lid and jumped in. I took out the shop keys and threw them towards the front of the shop. I was gone.

I was so happy to be gone. Finally. I took a deep breath and jumped.

"It's bigger on the inside."

"'Course it is. I like that bit."