I let out a sigh as my alarm clock rang, so I slammed my hand to stop it. I set up as I heard my Aunt calling, "There's no point in getting up, sweetheart. You've got no job to go to."
I plopped back down on my bed but didn't feel like going back to sleep so I got up and got dressed. I walked out of my room to see Uncle Pete talking with Aunt Jackie as he fixed his tie, "She need some time to recover from what happen last night," He said. "Give her some time before dropping it on her."
They both turned to me and Uncle Pete gave me a smile, "Hey, sweetheart," He said and gave me a kiss on my forehead.
"Rose went to work, right?" I asked.
"Yes," Aunt Jackie replied.
"Well, I'm off to work," Uncle Pete said and then turned to me, "Stay home. Rest, okay?"
I smiled and nodded before he gave me a kiss on my forehead again and then kissed Aunt Jackie on her lips before walking out. "Bye, Uncle Pete," I said.
"See you later," He called before the door closed.
"I'll go eat," I told Aunt Jackie before walking to the kitchen. I made a sandwich and sat down on the dinner table, eating.
Aunt Jackie walked in and sat down beside me, "You know, there's Finch's. You could try them. They've always got jobs."
I sighed, rolling my eyes, "Oh, great. The butchers."
"Well, it might do you good. That shop was giving you airs and graces," She said as she got up and walked out, "And I'm not joking about compensation. You've had genuine shock and trauma. Arianna got two thousand quid off the council just because the old man behind the desk said she looked Greek! I know she is Greek, but that's not the point. It was a valid claim."
I shook my head before continued to eat. I frowned when I heard some noises at the front door. "Aunt Jackie, you said that you told Uncle Pete to nail that cat flap down," I said as I walked to the door.
"I did," Aunt Jackie called. "I saw him doing it."
"It doesn't look like it," I muttered before I kneeled down and picked up a nail. The cat door moved and I jumped slightly. I lifted the cat door and froze when I saw it was the man, The Doctor. I quickly got up and opened the door.
"What're you doing here?" He asked.
"I live here," I stated.
"Well, what do you do that for?" He asked.
"Maybe because I do," I replied, giving him a look. "I'm only at home because someone blew up my job."
He pulled out the thing I saw yesterday. It was glowing blue and it made a weird sound. "I must have got the wrong signal. You're not plastic, are you?" He asked as he touched my head. "No, bonehead. Bye, then."
Just as The Doctor was about to leave, I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him inside. "Who is it?" Aunt Jackie asked.
I walked over my Aunt's room, "It's about last night. He's part of the inquiry. Give us ten minutes." I walked into the living room and The Doctor followed. "Don't mind the mess. Do you want coffee?"
"Might as well, thanks. Just milk," He replied.
I walked into the kitchen and started on the coffee. "We should go to the police. Seriously. Both of us. I'm not blaming you, even if it was just some sort of joke that went wrong. They said on the news they'd found a body," I said. "So if we are going to go to the police, I want to know what I'm saying. I want you to explain everything."
"What's that, then? You got a cat?" The Doctor asked.
"Well not now. My Aunt forgets to let her in all the time so we don't let her out anymore. That's why we had the cat door nailed down but she's not actually here right now," I explained.
I finished with the coffee and brought the two cups to the living room. I frowned when I saw the mannequin arm that I asked Mickey to throw it out, around The Doctor's neck. "I thought I told Mickey to throw that out," I said as I put the cups down.
Suddenly, the arm was off of The Doctor and got a hold of my face. I started to pull it off but it didn't work. I felt someone was trying to pull the arm from me but all of a sudden we both fall.
I got up and tried to pull the mannequin arm off. The Doctor managed to get it off and hold the glowing blue thing in front of it. He made the arm stop moving and he let out a sigh, "It's all right, I've stopped it. There you go, you see? Armless," He said and he threw the arm to me.
"Do you think?" I snapped and hit him with it.
"Ow," He whined.
He got up, grabbing the arm before walking out of the apartment and I followed him, "You can't just go wandering off," I complained.
"Yes I can. Here I am. This is me, wandering off. See you," The Doctor said.
"That arm was moving. It tried to kill me," I said.
"I'm taking it for observation," He said.
"You can't just walk away. That's not fair. You've got to tell me what's going on," I said.
"Nothing's going on," He said.
"All right, then. I'll go to the police. I'll tell everyone. You said, if I did that, I'd get people killed. So, your choice. Tell me, or I'll start talking," I said.
"Is that supposed to sound tough?" He asked.
"Well, yes," I said.
The Doctor shook his head. "Doesn't work."
"Who are you?" I asked.
"I told you," He said. "The Doctor."
"Yeah, but Doctor what?" I asked.
"Just the Doctor," He replied.
"The Doctor?" I asked. "Is that supposed to sound impressive?"
"Sort of," He said, shrugging.
"Come on, you can tell me," I said. "I've seen enough." I tilted my head. "Are you the police?"
He shook his head. "No, I was just passing through. I'm a long way from home."
"But what have I done wrong?" I asked. "How come those plastic things keep coming after me?"
He scoffed. "Oh, suddenly the entire world revolves around you. You were just an accident. You got in the way, that's all."
"It tried to kill me," I stated.
"It was after me, not you," He said. "Last night, in the shop, I was there, you blundered in, almost ruined the whole thing. This morning, I was tracking it down, it was tracking me down. The only reason it fixed on you is 'cause you've met me."
"So what you're saying is, the entire world revolves around you," I said.
"Sort of, yeah," He said.
"You're full of it," I said, rolling my eyes. "Now all this plastic stuff. Who else knows about it?"
"No one," He replied.
"What, so you're on your own?" I asked.
"Well, who else is there?" He asked. "I mean, you lot, all you do is eat chips, go to bed, and watch TV, while all the time, underneath you, there's a war going on."
I reached over and grabbed the mannequin arm from his hand. "Start from the beginning," I said. "I mean, if we're going to go with the living plastic, and I don't even believe that, but if we do, how did you kill it?"
"The thing controlling it projects life into the arm. I cut off the signal, dead," The Doctor explained.
"So that's radio control?" I asked.
"For control," He answered.
"Who's controlling it, then?" I asked.
"Long story," He said.
"But what's it all for?" I asked. "I mean, shop window dummies, what's that about? Is someone trying to take over Britain's shops?" We both laughed.
"No," He said. "It's not a price war. They want to overthrow the human race and destroy you. Do you believe me?"
"No," I said as we stopped walking.
"But you're still listening," He noted.
"Really, though, Doctor," I said. "Tell me, who are you?"
The Doctor paused for a moment, "Do you know like we were saying about the Earth revolving? It's like when you were a kid. The first time they tell you the world's turning and you just can't quite believe it because everything looks like it's standing still. I can feel it." He took my hand in his, "The turn of the Earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinning at a thousand miles an hour, and the entire planet is hurtling round the sun at sixty seven thousand miles an hour, and I can feel it. We're falling through space, you and me, clinging to the skin of this tiny little world, and if we let go." The Doctor let go of my hand and he looked at me. "That's who I am. Now, forget me, Samantha Forbes Tyler." He took the mannequin arm from my hand. "Go home."
He walked away from me and I watched as he walked off. I turned back around, biting my lower lip as I started walking back home. But then, I heard a sound and I turned around before running back to the spot I was before.
I got back there and noticed that The Doctor was gone as well as the blue police box that was on the street. I frowned, looking around before walking back home.
I went to my bedroom and went to my computer, sitting on my desk. I went to the internet, I typed up Doctor and searched. Nothing.
I added on living plastic but there was just a whole bunch of plastic surgery links. I typed in Doctor Blue Box. The first link caught my eyes so I clicked on it. On the website, it had a picture of The Doctor. Under the picture is said;
Have you seen this man? Contact Clive.
I stared at the picture for a moment before biting my lower lip in thoughts.
Should I call him?
... ...
After thinking about it; I decided to talk with Clive and I called him. We agreed to met and I called Mickey, asking him if he could drive me to Clive's house.
So Mickey drove me to Clive's house and parked on the front street. "You're not coming in. He's not going to going to hit on me. He's got a wife and kids," I informed.
"Yeah, who told you that?" Mickey asked. "He did. That's exactly what an internet lunatic would say."
I shook my head and climbed out of the car. Even if I love Mickey since he's my best friend and as a big brother, he could be acting like a very overprotective one.
I walked up to the house and knocked on the door. After a moment, a young boy opened the door. "Hey, I've come to see Clive," I informed.
"Dad!" The boy called before walking away.
Clive walked to the door. "Hello. You must be Sam."
"Yeah, hi. We need to be quick. My friend is waiting in the car. He thinks you going to hit on me or something, he's like a very overprotective brother," I explained.
"Oh, he doesn't need to worry about that. Please come in," Clive said and I stepped into the house. We went into the shed as he spoke, "A lot of this stuff's quite sensitive. I couldn't just send it to you. People might intercept it, if you know what I mean. If you dig deep enough and keep a lively mind, this Doctor keeps cropping up all over the place. Political diaries, conspirisy theories, even ghost stories. No first name, no last name, just the Doctor. Always The Doctor. And the title seems to have been passed down from father to son. It appears to be an inheritance. That's your Doctor there, isn't it?"
I looked behind me and saw The Doctor on the computer screen. "Yeah," I said.
"Tracked it down to the Washington public archive just last year. The online photo's enhanced," Clive said and then he pulled out a photo. "This is the original photo." I stared at it in shock; It was a photo taken the same day as the assassination of president John F. Kennedy.
"It has to be his father or something," I said.
"Going further back. April 1912. This is a photo of the Daniels family of Southampton, and friend," Clive said as he showed me another photo. "This was taken the day before they were due to sail off for the New World on the Titanic, and for some unknown reason, they cancelled the trip and survived. And here we are." He grabbed another photo. "1883. Another Doctor and the same lineage. It's identical. This one washed up on the coast of Sumatra on the very day Krakatoa exploded. The Doctor is a legend woven throughout history. When disaster comes, he's there. He brings the storm in his wake and he has one constant companion."
"Who's that?" I asked.
"Death. If the Doctor's back, if you've seen him, Sam, then one thing's for certain. We're all in danger," Clive said. "The Doctor's making house calls, then God help you."
"But who is he? Who do you think he is?" I asked.
"I think he's the same man," He said. "I think he's immortal. I think . . . He's an alien from another world."