"What's so wrong with fish fingers and custard?"
"Don't get me started," I reply, sitting at the kitchen table with a plate of fresh biscuits. I munch on them as the girl eats a container of ice cream, and the Doctor has his 'creation'.
"So, what's your name then?" He finally asks the girl, drinking custard from his bowl.
"My name's Amelia Pond," she answers.
"Ooh, I like that name. Amelia Pond, like a name in a fairy tale. And what about you?" He looks at me, custard gracing his upper lip.
"I don't know," I reply simply, taking another biscuit off of the plate.
"Well then, what can I call you?"
"Jo." I say, after a moment of thought.
"Jo? Why Jo?" He asks.
"I don't know, it's simple."
"Why go so simple, you're renaming yourself! You have the power to choose whatever you want, and you choose Jo?"
"Well, I've always wanted to be called 'Dmitri, the Changer of Time and Conqueror of All' but I thought it was a bit much."
"So you're sticking with Jo?" He checks.
"I'm sticking with Jo. Sorry, and I can't take you seriously with that custard on your face."
"Are you here about the crack in my wall?" Amelia asks as the Doctor wipes his mouth.
"What about the crack in your wall?" He asks suddenly, startled.
"Let's use our context clues, there's a wall, and it has a crack in it."
"I know that," he says. "Does it scare you?"
"Yeah," Amelia admits.
"It's alright, the Doctor will help you," I tell her, smiling reassuringly to her.
"Are your mum and dad upstairs? Thought we might have woken them up by now," The Doctor asks, looking up.
"Don't have a mum and dad," she says sadly. "Just an aunt."
"I don't even have an aunt," he says happily, not noticing how his words hit me.
"You're lucky," I mumble, feeling sad all of a sudden, but not knowing what from.
"I know," he looks at me slightly, his smile slowly falling off of his face. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," I say, wiping a tear off of my cheek. "Just gotta get some air." I stand and head for the door.
"I'm not scared!" I hear Amelia exclaim as I close the front door. I smile a little before sitting on the step, thinking hard about anything and everything that came to mind.
Who am I? What am I? What's my brain capacity? How many things can I think of at one time? Can I put up mental barriers in my head? Would it take long to learn how? What is that noise in the back of my head?
That's a hell of a crack in that wall.
My ears ring as that echoes throughout my brain. I sit in confusion as the ringing stops.
Doc-tor? Is- that- you?
I try to reply, but I'm sure it's butchered badly.
Jo? How are you talking right now? Humans don't have the brain capacity to reply to psychic messages.
Maybe I'm not human.
Hold on for just one second, I'll be downstairs quickly.
Hurry, the TARDIS is making weird noises.
"What?" I hear exclaimed behind me, and I jump up to get out of his way as he runs to the TARDIS.
"Doctor!" I cry after him, running to meet him.
"The engines are phasing, I've got to go in and fix it," he explains, running around the box, gathering the rope. "A five minute hop into the future should do it."
"But my head-" I start.
"I'll scan you later!" He exclaims, almost angrily. "I'll be back soon."
"People always say that," I say sadly, stopping him as he straddles the edge of the TARDIS. He takes a moment, coming down and looking in my eyes.
"Am I people? Do I even look like people?" I smile a little at this question. "Trust me. I'm-"
"Yeah yeah yeah, you're the Doctor," I interrupt, grabbing him in a tight hug. "Just come back safely, alright?"
"Always." I release him a moment later, letting him run again.
"Where's Amelia?" I ask finally.
"Right behind you, she's been there the whole time."
"Where's he going?" She asks, looking up at me as I turn around.
"Well you see, this box is a time machine, and it needs to get fixed. The Doctor is taking it a little bit into the future to make sure it's okay," I explain, as simply as I can.
"Can I go?" She asks hopefully, stopping the Doctor once again.
"Sweetie," I start, getting on her level. "It's not safe for you in there, it's very dangerous and could possibly kill you. I don't want you to get hurt, and he'll be back in a few minutes anyway."
"Can I go pack?" She whispers at me. I smile at her enthusiasm.
"Sure, go ahead." She runs back to the house, and I turn to the now disappearing TARDIS. In its place, I see a rather large book I remember seeing before. I walk closer to it, inspecting the cover.
"Oh, come on!" I exclaim to the sky, kicking the large copy of The Sonic Screwdriver and Its Uses slightly with my foot.
I sat, flipping through my new book, for a solid twenty minutes before I realized the Doctor didn't come back.