Doctor: Ooooo…what's this? Hi! Look I just typed. Isn't that something? Hey, wait Sci don't…
Sci: Sorry about that readers. The Doctor found my laptop. I guess I should explain now that he has made his presence known. The Doctor is here because a month or so ago my very good friend siriusdoctorwhohoney329 gave me a tropical vacation with the Doctor as a present for reviewing her story. The vacation was going great until we had an alien emergency.
Doctor: How was I supposed to know that all the pool boys were Slitheen?
Sci: Right. Well to make up for the ruined vacation, the Doctor decided to stay with me until I go off to college. He only has one week then he's free.
Doctor: Free as a bird. Staying with this girl is driving me crazy!
Sci: So nice isn't he? Anyway time to return to our story!
River leaned back in her chair and rubbed her eyes then glanced over to the clock. 2:00 AM. Three more hours.
She was now at her work-study job at the university museum. Part night guard, part archivist, her job was to check in the crates of artifacts coming in from the dig sites in the area and occasionally patrol the halls. Most of the time she left the patrolling to Joe, a middle-aged man with a receding hair-line. This usually left her time to do homework or other things like what she was about to do now.
She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and dialed.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
"Ni hao?"
"Ni hao. May I please speak to Doctor William Song?"
Shuffling was heard then a male voice came on the phone. "This is Dr. Song."
"Hi Dad. It's me."
"Hi darling! How's my little girl?"
"I'm doing ok. How's the dig coming along?"
"Oh communication problems like always. Good thing my Chinese is improving because my translator quit again."
"Sorry to hear that."
"But enough about me. It's your classes and dig project I'm interested in. Did they finally date the site?"
"Yea. Native American settlement established almost 4000 years ago. That's so much later than we thought. It's simply amazing Dad. I wish Mom could have seen it. You know how she always liked that sort of thing."
"I wish she could have too. You enjoy your work now."
"I will." Suddenly wrinkled her face and listened. "Do you hear that? It sounds like an engine and it's really close."
"Sorry. No. Must be on your end."
River's radio crackled to life. "River! Come in River!"
"I got to go Dad. I'll call you as soon as I can. Love you."
"Love you too." And she hung up the cell and grabbed her radio.
"I'm here Joe. What's going on? Can you hear that?"
"I hear it." Suddenly as it had started the engine cut off. Joe came back on the radio. "I did hear it. I'll check here upstairs. You got the basement?"
"I'm on it." She returned the radio to her belt and grabbed a flashlight.
The hallway did have some lights but was still very dark. She paused at every doorway and peered inside, not quite sure what she was looking for. After awhile her radio crackled.
"All clear here. You got anything?"
She lifted the radio to her mouth. "Not yet. All I have left is big artifact storage. I'll call you when I'm done."
She went quietly over to the big doors at the end of the hall marked Storage One and entered quietly.
The large room was filled with large crates and boxes. Some large artifacts like statues were out in some places. She crept quietly down each row; pausing occasionally to sweep the flashlight around.
Some things caught her attention, like the creepy clay statue of a Native American warrior. She remembered when it was found at the site a few weeks ago because it was similar to the clay army in China. Few days later she had checked it into the museum on one of her shifts. She swore the whole time it had been watching her and even now just looking at it was sending shivers down her spine. It's just a statue. It's not alive. It can't be watching you. She moved on to the next row.
Just when she was about to call it quits and radio an all clear to Joe, a big blue item in the corner caught her eye. She moved closer and shined her light on it. It was a 60's police box from England. She remembered seeing one once in an old picture. How did it get down here? she thought.
As she was pondering this, she heard a clunk behind her. She turned and gasped with fear.
The clay warrior was alive and with its arm raised above its head, it was ready to kill!
Sci: (singing) Cliff hanger, hanging from a cliff. And that's why it's called a cliffhanger!
Doctor: Ooo. You're mean.
Sci: No I'm not. It was just a good place to stop.
Doctor: Yea right.
Sci: Well, the good news is that you're in the next chapter.
Doctor: Really? You got my voice downright right?
Sci: I think so. Readers if you want to find out please review! I'll get the next chapter done soon if you do.
Doctor: Review please. She gets cranky if you don't.
Sci: Thanks for telling them that. Also, if the Chinese was wrong, don't blame me blame the web. That's it for now. Bye!