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This Chapter is a lot lighter than the last one, sorry for starting the story with dropping a bomb on you.

Absolutely no trigger warnings here. But be warned: there is tea.

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We walked up to a big blue box, kind of like those red ones from London, except blue. It read "Police Phone Box" on the top. He knocked on the door and it opened a tinsey bit, showing a line of light from the inside.

"Get in!" he said with a smile.

"What?!"

I now realized how stupid it was. Yeah like he'd take me on adventures. Like I'd run away from home with some older man. As if I'm that girl. Um.. Nope! He looked sad. He really wanted me in that box. It was almost fucking creepy. I'm so stupid. Why would I trust some random man? My heartbeat quickened, this wasn't normal. I know I should run away. But I demand questions. I can't just not know what this is all about.

"What the hell is that supposed to be and why do you want me in it?!" I repeat myself.

"Umm. Well-"

"Well, what?"

"You're not gonna believe me"

"Try me."

"I'm-I travel through space and time. And this, this is my spaceship. Just walk inside you'll understand"

"You're crazy if you're gonna think I'm gonna believe that!"

"I expected that" he said more so to himself.

Okay, Stella this is the time that you get the hell away. But no. I can't. I need answers.

"You haven't even told me your name."

"You haven't told me yours, either. But I trust you."

"I'm not asking you to believe that I'm Marty McFLy, and a phone box is my Delorean"

"I'm the Doctor. I'm a Time Lord. I'm from the planet Gallifrey in the Constellation of Kasterborous. I'm 903 years old"

"and you're nutters!"

He stands there looking sad and lonely. I could give into those puppy eyes again- but I won't. I ran away as fast as I could and hopped on my bike and biked away. Adrenaline pumping through my heart, combating the fatigue coming from being awake for nearly 24 hours (I can see the sunrise now). I ride and ride. Looking back I see that he has not moved. Maybe he just is insane, a nice dude, not a serial cannibal or something from Dateline TV.

Whirr Whirr Whirr

I stop my bike and look out at a field to my left towards that strange whirring sound, to see nothing but a transparent blue phone box becoming more and more opaque. My jaw drops. That can't be possible. That box is far, far away from me. I must be seeing things from being so tired and emotional. There isn't a way to move a move a POLICE BOX, at least not that quickly. But then the door cracks open and I see a man walk out, wearing a tan suit and a trench coat. His hair moving around in the wind ridiculously. It can't be him. But it is.

He wasn't lying. He wasn't crazy. He's a freaking Marty McFly! I wonder if brits would even understand a Back to the Future reference, let alone a British alien..

He runs closer. Once he's up in front of me he isn't even out of breath, he must run a lot.

"Do you believe me now?" He asks smirking

"As much as I hate admitting I'm wrong. Yes, I do. But don't tell anyone"

I run up to his phone box and he walks following. It's almost like a parent following their kid while they run up to the swing, like dad used to. I shake the thought out of my head. No. This is time to be a happy camper (err... time traveler!). I need to let myself be happy. I force a smile, then I realize it's a real one. My first real one in a long, long time. He smiles at me, and then I realize.

"So, how do we both fit in that?"

"Just walk in." He says, obviously knowing something I don't.

So I open the door and- HOLY FUCKING SHIT ITS FUCKING WHAT. I run around the console and the massive room and then to the door, poking my head out of the box, but not daring having my feet leave this magical place. My eyes are wide, my smile from ear to ear.

"It's bigger on the inside!" I shout.

"So, You have all of space and time in your hands where do you want to go?" He asks ecstatic

"Honestly, I just need to sleep"

He nods, sudden understanding and remembering of everything that happened this night, not just the super cool time travel thingy. He clicks random buttons, and pulls levers.

"The T.A.R.D.I.S. is making you a bedroom right now. It should be a minute, let me grab you a tea"

He leaves the room and comes back with two mugs of herbal sleepy time tea, and a plate of cookies.

"Tardis?" I ask

"Oh, it's the ship name. Time And Relative Dimension In Space"

"ahhh.." I sip my tea

"Care for a biscuit?" he asks gesturing to the cookies

"You obviously don't know what a biscuit is. That's a cookie"

He laughs to himself.

"Would you like to talk about tonight?"

". . . You're the first person since my Dad. . to ever really ask me whether I wanted to talk about my feelings or not"

"Well, do you? Or would you rather not think about it. I can relate to both"

I sip on the tea. It's so warm, it makes me feel whole and comforted from the inside out. We are sitting down with his arm on my shoulder my head on his.

"I'm so lonely. I just had one friend. And then I lost him. He was my best friend and he just.. I don't know. Forgot about me. You know what I mean?"

"I've had friends forget about me, too. I had this lovely one- Donna. Oh. You would love her. She was quite- sassy. She kept me in check." He smiled with his lips but looked so sad in his eyes. I almost felt bad talking about my problems to him. "Tell me more about you, though"

"I just. I keep losing people. I've started giving up on life. It's not like I'm that important anyways..."

"Do you know, in 900 years of time and space, I've never met anyone who wasn't important before?"

It was that sentence that made me feel whole. About Al, cutting, Dad, Mom, the fights they used to have, how he smells like dad, when I made myself throw up, looking in the mirror, my nightmares, punching the wall, everything. I never did get to see the room the T.A.R.D.I.S. made me. I fell asleep in the Doctor's arms, telling him things I've never told anyone before, to the smell of my father long gone.

I woke up in a soft large bed, with a cup of tea, toast with jelly, and eggs on a bedside table. This wasn't my bed. Last night couldn't have been a dream. The Doctor must have carried me into my bedroom to sleep in the night. The same way Dad did when I was little. I looked to the side and saw that the walls were bookshelves, except for one with a walk in closet. Full of converse and keds, my favorite shoes

"The T.A.R.D.I.S made this room according to your tastes" Said the doctor, leaning on my door "Apparently you like converse."

He then pointed his foot and span it around. "A woman of my kind, eh?"

I smiled and took a big bite of toast "Jazz Age Paris"

"What?"

"Oh all of time and space. I want to see Jazz Age Paris and dance the Charleston with the flappers and come across Hemmingway"

"I can do that. I can definitely do that"

And so, my nutty man in a suit grabbed my hand and ran me to the console of the ship.

"Hold on!"

I grabbed a railing and he ran in circles pressing buttons and making noises. I jolted up into the air and bounced like you would want you sat in the back of the bus on field trips in elementary school, times a hundred or so. And then I heard the same Whirring as before, and it stopped.

"We're here. You might want to get dressed in some less conspicuous clothes"

I looked down and realized I was in my sweats and hoodie from last night, or 80 years in the future. My shoes were gone. He must have slid them off last night, 80 years from now! Ahhh! Time travel makes for some confusing tenses. But wait.

"Hey Doctor?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm not born yet. Won't I like fade away or cause apes to rule the world?"

"No. See

"Oh." I have no clue what he's saying but whatever. I'm in PARIS! 80 years ago!

I run and change into a flapper dress under a pea coat and heels and run to the door, pulling it open and stepping out, smelling cheeses and smoke and hearing-

"Wait, is that English?"

"The T.A.R.D.I.S. translates almost every language"

"Ohh, like the babble fish from Hitchhikers' guide!"

"eh?"

"You're a time traveler and you haven't read that book. What a disgrace!"

I tug him out of his Tardis and into 1920s Paris. It's beautiful, even if this would make apes rule the world, it would be worth it.

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