As hard as I tried, which admittedly wasn't very hard at all, I couldn't prevent my following fangirl moment.
I turned to fully face the Doctor, grabbed both of his hands, and began jumping up and down. I did manage to keep the squealing to a minimum.
"Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod! This… is… AMAZING!" I gushed, throwing my arms around him.
He half returned my hug, awkwardly, patting me on the back while trying to keep the alarm from his face.
"Sorry," I breathed, pulling away. "It's just that… I have always hoped you were real, all the while knowing it was impossible. Even with those things terrorizing the city, this is probably the greatest day of my life."
"Well, then… I'm honored I seem to have made such an… impact, on your life. Though, I do have to warn you, I may not be who you think I am."
"But… you're the Doctor. You've proven that."
"Yes, I am the Doctor, but there is no telling just how accurate the TV show in your universe is. I may not be the Doctor you know," he explained.
I bit my lip as I considered this.
He seems just like Tennant's Doctor… emphasizes the same words, walks the same walk, and even has the same expressions.
"I guess the best way to test that would be to compare timelines… and trust me, there is nothing I would rather do than sit down and discuss your adventures with you, but I feel we should do something about those Ibachi first."
The Doctor smiled and poked my shoulder with his index finger.
"I like you," he said. "Let's go deal with some interstellar pests!"
"Yay!" I beamed. "What do we do?"
"Hmm… good question. I would say we need to use supersonic wavelengths in order to triangulate the origin of the parallel disruption cataclysm and find a way to nullify and reverse the process," he rushed in one long breath. "Which means—"
"Wait! Let me try! You are going to… use your sonic screwdriver to find what caused the door between universes to open, and then try to find a way to send the Ibachi back through and seal the door."
"Oh, you're quite clever."
"I've watched a lot of Doctor Who."
"Well then, let's get started!"
Then, without any hesitation, he pulled out his sonic screwdriver, clicked it on, and started speed walking away while scanning the air. I hurried to keep up. There were so many questions I was dying to ask, but the look of concentration on his face kept me silent.
The streets were deserted. There were no people, or Ibachi, anywhere.
It wasn't until we were passing a little corner shop that I interrupted the Doctor's concentration.
"Wait," I told him, and disappeared into the store.
It took no time to find what I was looking for, and I scurried back outside.
"What did you need?" he asked.
"I thought we could use some more salt, just in case," I said, showing him a bag full of salt canisters.
"Brilliant. Now let's move I think we're getting close."
We kept walking, the hum emitting from his screwdriver was becoming more and more frantic sounding.
"Almost got it," he murmured, eyes glued to the device as we rounded another corner.
"I think we're there," I whispered frantically, and reached out to stop him from continuing forward.
"Why—" his question died on his lips as he looked in front of us.
There were hundreds, possibly thousands, of Ibachi surrounding the Science Learning Centre of London.
The Doctor grabbed my arm and pulled me back around the corner.
"What are they doing here?" I asked. "You said they were pests, how would they know to look for what caused all of this?"
"They are pests," he explained. "That location is emitting a very large amount of energy, and they can sense that. If anything they are like moths around a flame."
"Well, obviously whatever is causing this is inside that science centre. We need to get in there, but how? Do we use the TARDIS?"
"No, no, we can't. The energy coming out of there would throw all of her readings off. There is no telling where we would end up. We'll have to find another way through."
"That sounds promising," I mumbled.
"Come on!" he smiled. "Don't you trust me?"
"Right. Sorry. Of course I trust you, you're the Doctor."
"That's the spirit! Now, where should we start looking?"
I pulled my cell phone back out.
"Here."
Ignoring his puzzled expression I started typing on my phone, and pulled open a search engine.
"These roaming charges are going to be murder," I said to myself.
In almost no time I found what I was looking for and tossed my phone to the Doctor.
"There," I told him. "This building behind us has a glass walkway on the fourth floor that connects to that building over there. And that building over there," I pointed, "happens to share a basement with the Science Center."
"You found all of that in under thirty seconds on your mobile?"
"Gotta love the information age!"
"Indeed. Let's go!"
"Allons-y!" I told him, smirking.
"That's my line," he argued.
"I know."
Inside the first building people were cowering and hiding; huddled up against the walls and packed behind vending machines.
Heads peeked out from around corners when we entered, and whispers followed us.
"Why is he dressed like the Doctor?"
"Doctor Who?"
When we stopped in front of the elevators, someone finally approached us. It was an older man, in business attire.
"What's going on out there?" he asked nervously. "Is it safe? Are those things gone?"
"They all seem to be centered around the Science Centre building," I told him.
"I wouldn't risk going out there just yet," the Doctor warned.
The man studied us for a moment before nodding and quickly returning to where he had been hiding behind a large potted plant.
On the fourth floor we easily found the glass walkway. We crouched low as we made our way across, the Ibachi were directly under us.
The second building had fewer people in it, or, it at least seemed that way. Faces peered out of doorway windows of rooms centered in the building. They withdrew as fast as they appeared, drawing curtains to shield themselves.
The elevator only took us as low as the first floor ad we had to find the stairwell to make it to the basement. The door was locked, but it wasn't anything a little sonic couldn't help.
The Doctor paused at the base of the stairs, just outside of the basement.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"Always."