Abbey Who Chapter Two
She lay in the bed she'd woken up in earlier today – was it today? Yesterday? Tenses are very difficult when time travel is involved, she'd discovered. She'd also found out the lights in this room are censored at night, when you get out of bed they glow warmly again unless you turn off one of the many light switches around the room.
How was she supposed to sleep knowing that tomorrow she could be exploring a planet or going through time. The Doctor had explained the concept of time thankfully before we'd gotten to Starship UK. Abigail still didn't understand the hows or whys but just like in maths class, she accepted them. He even told her how the phone works. But she still didn't have the guts or energy to ring the police. She had literally all the time in the world to do it, why rush for Ms Robinson when she has never rushed for her.
She mightn't have to even go back to school, she realised. Just call the police and disappear and live anonymously through time and space. She couldn't think of anything better. Well, okay. Maybe if there wasn't things trying to kill them, but they weren't everywhere. Only two out of three so far. Prisoner Zero and the smilers. The trip to 23rd Century France today had gone perfectly. It was the best day of her life. Although the pizza flavoured croissants they'd ordered at a café were disgusting. The Doctor loved them but Amy and her had both spit them out into their napkins.
Abigail hoped most days were like that and running for their lives wasn't a common occurrence. She hated running. She tossed and turned for hours before finally giving up. The Doctor had suggested writing a diary, he told her the blue books were mostly empty. She took one at random and opened the first page. This one wasn't empty.
Hello Abigail,
Do not read inside this book – or any of the others with this same message. It's not just some silly diary. You'll discover eventually but for now don't even read one single entry.
Did The Doctor leave this message? On the opposite page was a list of entry titles with the corresponding page numbers:
Rose
The End of Time
The Unquiet Dead
Aliens of London
World War Three
Dalek
The Long Game
Father's Day
The Empty Child
Boom Town
Bad Wolf
She slammed the book shut, fearing temptation would get the better of her if she looked at it too long. She took another book: filled. So she took another: No message, no entry titles; just blank pages.
She looked around for a pen and saw a few on one of the higher shelves. She plucked one out of the tea cup they were being stored in and walked to the desk beside the telly.
She opened to the first entry page and decided to give the entries titles too. It seemed like a good way of finding what she was looking for if she was ever to need to. She started with "The Eleventh Hour". It was strangely satisfying giving vague titles. Made her feel professional. When she'd forced The Doctor to explain how his face changed he told her that he was a Timelord, the last Timelord. And that when he died he regenerated which meant he got a new face. This was his tenth time regenerating and his eleventh incarnation apparently.
Her heart broke for him when he'd told her why he was the last. She couldn't imagine anything more painful than having to kill your entire race. But she didn't see him as a murderer, just a very unfortunate person. He hadn't gone into details about the war. Just said that he had to end it, and in order to do that, he needed to kill them. Abigail hadn't pushed him further as he was already on the brink of tears. He said it was a long time ago but it was clearly fresh in his mind.
She didn't know whether or not he'd told Amy yet about the Time War but she wasn't going to mention it to either of them. Some things were better left unsaid.
I hope you liked this chapter. The next will be longer and feature more than just Abigail in her bedroom, I promise. If you have any ideas of what you think might happen next or in the end I'd love to hear them
