Chapter Two
"There we go," The Doctor said, easing the lever down. The TARDIS made its classic WHOOSING sound, landing down.
OMG. What if I'm on a different planet! I thought excitedly.
Before I got too excited, the Doctor said, "Victorian London. Finally."
I was disappointed that I wasn't on a different planet, but holy crap, Victorian London. I've wanted to go to London my whole life, but Victorian London was even better!
The Doctor let out a sigh, and rounded the corner of console room. He stopped short when he noticed me standing there.
OMG. Say something. Anything. Be mysterious. Be witty. Channel Clara Oswald.
"I see you're on your 11th regeneration," I said, looking around like I was examining the inside of the TARDIS. "And you've redecorated." There was a few more seconds of silence where I added, "I liked the old one better. The orange one."
Smooth, Rissa. Smooth.
"Do I know you?" He asked. He sounded very annoyed.
That was when I realized that we've just arrived in Victorian London. The Doctor had a purple console room. I thought….maybe I'm meeting the Doctor after Rory and Amy died, but before he met Clara.
Clara. My name is Clarissa. Clara is another name for Clarissa, though I prefer to go by Rissa, pronounced REE – SA.
Does this mean I'm Clara?
I remembered that the Doctor asked if he knew me. Quick, what's a witty, mysterious answer?
"No. But I know you."
...
"So, are we going to go meet up with Strax and Madame Vastra?" I asked.
"Who are you?" He asked.
"My name's Rissa. Rhymes with Lisa, but short for Clarissa. Clarissa Osbourne. And you, Doctor, are a Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey."
"Now. How do you, know that?" he asked. But he sounded more curious than annoyed now.
Don't say Spoilers, whatever you do, don't say Spoilers, I thought. That will just make him sad.
"Well, I can't ruin the surprise for you, can I?" I said, giving him a little smile.
I glanced down at his neck collar. It looked empty without his bowtie. "Where's your bowtie?" I asked. "I love your bowties," I said sadly. "Bowties are cool!"
The Doctor was obviously still sad and grieving over the Ponds, but I saw the corners of his cheeks twitch upward.
"So," I said. "Victorian London. I've always wanted to see London, but Victorian London? That's even better. So. Wanna give me a tour?" I held out my elbow, ready for him to link arms.
"One thing first," he said slowly. "How did you get on my ship?"
"Through the front door," I said. Duh, I thought.
"So? Shall we?" I asked, trying to stretch my elbow out even more.
He looked like he was thinking about it, the corners of his mouth twitching. But then his mouth spread into a smile, and he linked his arm through mine. "We shall," he said, and he guided me out of the TARDIS.