—Chapter 3—
Steampunk London

The Doctor closed the door and went to the console. So he started to move hang gears and to push buttons in the prehistoric console. A lot of junks had been crunching and roaring, and teacup flew to my shoulder and it broke up, an alarm clock broke away from the console and it flew over us. I was falling down on the ground over and over. The Tardis was spinning and shaking at every moment. The Doctor told me "don't worry, everything are under control", "The Tardis has self personality, and while he is travelling, he expresses his feelings" and "His journeys are rather shaken. It's pretty… you know?". I was smiling with scare face and thinking the journey could shatter the Tardis. It sounded so weird. The Doctor spoke to me about the Tardis as it would be a human or a living being.

—Doctor! Doctor! Can a wood call box withstand a journey like this? Won't it burst?

—The Tardis is made with indestructible materials. The box is only a way to hide away. You have no reason to worry.

—And, what would it happen if we crashed into a meteorite? Or worse, if we crossed through the ionosphere? Would it melt the Tardis?

—The console is programmed to figure out the best destination as deep space as timeline, as well as he has got all kinds of warning devices. Anyway if he failed, think he's made with indestructible materials, then any danger wouldn't damage him. Please, if you don't care, you could hold this hand gear and you'd count backward from ten to zero and later you'd turn on it, may you?

—Yes Doctor, I may, but I'm afraid to mistake.

—You won't mistake. Come on, right now.

—OK, OK… ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one… Here we go!

—No…no…no… I told you backward!

Suddenly, it was a shake and later a loud bell noise and such a brutal crash that I threw over a chair and I crashed with the wall. So then, I would lie to everyone if I didn't admit that it actually hurt me very much. The Doctor ran to the door and he opened it.

—Oh my God! You have just damaged the Big Ben.

—You're kidding me!

—I'm not, come to the door and check it out.

—No, no, no… Don't say that, 'cause I'd be anxiety attack.

—Come on!

—Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God—I glazed at Big Ben's clock while I was shaken up.

—Would you like to breakfast before visiting the Prime Minister? You may get hungry. Anyway, your T–shirt is really amazing! Whose is the picture?

—Um! Oh? Ah! What are you asking me?

—Which picture is on your T–shirt? It's cool!

—Um? Oh! Yes… It is a Castiel's picture portrayed by Misha Collins, an angel in Supernatural TV Show.

—Um! I hope that he wouldn't be a Weeping Angel! They're very dangerous. And listen, they can kill you.

—Weeping Angels? Castiel is an angel like…—All at once the Doctor interrupted me.

—Pardon! I ought to remember saying something! We have to land right now or we'll be too late. We can go to a coffee shop down where are some toothsome donuts and huge white coffee with a lot of cream. Sure they may like you!

—Donuts…—The Doctor was looking at me and grinning from ear to ear.—Um… Oh, Yes! Donuts! OK, let's go.

The Tardis was dropping close to Westminster Abbey slowly and it landed on the grass. People was very tense in the streets, we could hear police and fire brigade alarms caused by shaking to Big Ben. When I left the Tardis, I don't know why, but I couldn't imagine that I'd find London as different as I had known some years ago. Just in this moment, I didn't think we travelled through time to 2153, so then I guessed London looked like my time. Anyway I was newbie to travels through time. Regardless, how many people has ever travelled through time? So I must get used to.

The skyline was rather busy, full of flying transports like aircars. It also was many airships like iron zeppelins. Anybody can see some cars that were gliding an inch over the street surface. People were wearing odd clothes like Star Trek uniforms, but smarter and more British. They were also wearing a sort of dark electronic eyeglass. I'd been science fiction geek. However, I really freaked out. The most amazing was to find many humanoids like aliens from outer space in London. I could figure that it was not so strange in far planets or other galaxies. But, in London! I ever believed that we could only meet aliens in furthest galaxies. The street was crowding by dreadful pets close to their owners. It looked like a chapter of Star Trek: the Next Generation. Could I meet a Klingon with his pet in a promenade? Did I have to give a Vulcan greeting? If Sheldon Cooper had been here, he would become crazy. Anyway, there was many things that could amaze whoever facing that situation. For example, the City still looked like as London's vintage appearance as I had known. Only with little changes. In any case, it was the authentic London. The only weird thing, which we could find, was some holograms projected on different walls. Whoever could watch adverts, TV series, TV news and game shows. Oh my God! I amazed when I looked a repeat of "How I met your mother" on a holographic screen. The spot said: "these are classics that should never be forgotten". Was it so important for our forebears? But I freaked out when we passed beside a store to rent witch broomsticks. I could read on the billboard: "Harry Potter's Playing Game". On other side, we could see an arcade with holographic virtual reality games where children played with Hogwarts' cyber–spells. I read on a billboard: "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a cyber summer school". During my childhood I had imagined those with books, but they would live it like a videogame. Whoever could also find a SIMS–2100 and "Tron the New Experience" 3D–simulator inside the same arcade. This age is a gamer paradise. Oh my God! I want to live here! So then we arrived at a really creepy coffee shop inspired by Lemmy Snickets' books. It could make me crazy!

—Doctor, how do you know I could like this place?

—I've been visiting it for years. They serve the best coffee and donuts of whole London in 2153. Is it cool?

—Yes, It's. But, should it be a coffee shop inspired by "A Series of Unfortunate Events"?

—Oh yes, I should. The Klaus, Violet and Sunny Baudelaire's story? I had travelled with them to Mart some years ago. In fact, an Olaf Count's ancestor kidnaped Sunny's daughter and we had to rescue her. The damn count joined with Daleks. Is it possible to be so mean!

—Are you telling me that they are authentic? Did they truly exist? Sometimes, it's too hard to believe your stories.

—I'm not kidding you! It's true! Lemmy Snickets made us know Baudelaire's tragedy. In 2153 people have considered him one of best writer as Shakespeare, Dante, Mark Twain, Borges, Cervantes, Walt Whitman… People of past century were inspired by Baudelaire's story. Come on, surely you like their coffees and their donuts.

Next we went in. The scenery was really amazing and crazy. It looked like a place of 19th century and like the theatre where characters played The Marvellous Marriage, but the coffee shop has some old woodworm tables and chairs, instead of having seats in the ground like a real theatre. It also has many corners decorated in Snickets's books. For example: a submarine, Lumbermill, Caligari Carnival and Heimlich Hospital. Waiters were characters of book. The Doctor tells me every waiter was a bioandroid designed like character's appearance. We sat near to stage and bioandroid Sunny approached us.

—Tah! Mah!—Translation by the Tardis {Good morning ma'am and sir. May I offer anything delicious to you?}

—Look at this! It's amazing! I can understand Sunny. How is it possible?

—The Tardis has a simultaneous translator with a thousand millions of languages. He also speaks baby language. Hehehe

—Baby language! How can we understand her if we're further than the Tardis?

—Yes, he can… Baby, horse, frog or kangaroo language… You would amaze how many languages he can recognize. We're far away. But we, the Time Lords, were joined to own Tardis that links to us by the console and the software. So these can make easier to travel through time and space. Hehehe… By the way, please mayst thou help me, waitress? Wouldst thou be so kind as to serve us white coffee and donuts for my partner and me? Thank'st thou very much.

—Gagah! Tah!—{Yes, I would, sir. It is my pleasure to serve thee. May ye expect a little time whilst I prepare? Thank you to trust us}

In the scenery the Marvellous Marriage was played. There stayed Justice Strauss, Violet and Olaf Count's bioandroids. On the right was Carmelita Spats who was dressing up a fairy costume. While she was skating with roller skate on the arena and she also was dropping customer's drinks with her magic wand, she said: "I'm amazing fairy who charms pretty elves of the wood". Briskly she was close to us, the Doctor held up our coffee cups and our donuts quick on the draw. So he could avoid a Carmelita's slap that went straight on our breakfast. The Doctor said: "Here you can have much fun. In any coffee shop you could enjoy this sort of treatment". Suddenly Hook–Handed man hopped over a table and he crashed into it. He shattered the table. And on the left was Vice Principal Nero who started to play the violin. Over there the journalist for the Daily Punctilio arrived to take a photo and she said: "…wait until the readers of The Daily Punctilio see that!".

Truly I thought the breakfast of this coffee shop was not so bad, but it made me rather tense to avoid flying plats and tee spoons all the time. The Doctor liked it, but I thought it was too frenzied for me. So when I could take the last sip of my white coffee, an electronic voice showed up behind the safety curtain and we could hear "exterminate, exterminate, Doctooorrrrr, exterminate, exterminate…".

—Doctor, what's going on?

—Hehehe… I guess we start to work right now before we meet the Prime Minister. One of our enemies is here.

Suddenly a ray showed up through the curtain and it hit Count Olaf. It lets him see his bones as x–ray photography, electroshocked spiky hair, and their gritted teeth while he was waving their arms and their legs up and down. He smelt like sulphur because the ray burned him. Bioandroids and costumers was running everywhere with waving arms up and down like a pinball and their crashed and fell down non–stop over and over.

—Doctoooorrr, give up, surrender under the powerful dalek army.

—Hehehe, I come ready to don't give up.

The Doctor got a metallic hand out of his pocket—Later he explained me it was a Cyberman's hand, an android made by human bodies, it seems spooky enough—, so he threw it to the dalek and it hit his head. He started to throw a fit, to smoke, to scream and to spark. Dying and slowing up he said: "Doctoor, Doctooor, Doctooooor, D…d…dooooooct…tooooorrrrrr, pump". Dalek's metallic head opened and a sort of slimy one–eye octopus appeared. He went on to say same sentences. It seemed that he died.

—This work is done. It's time to visit the Prime Minister in 10th Downing Street.

—Oh! Oh! Do we go to Downing Street as influential people? It's amazing!

—Hehehe. Get used to do it! Perhaps one day we would visit the Queen of United Kingdom, Elizabeth IV. I had met Queen Victoria some time ago in either of my time travels. We had been good friends.

—Have you? Victoria Queen? The Queen of 19th century?

—Yes, herself. She is really charming. Come on! We could be late teatime!