The Night the Earth Stood Still

The night the earth stood still. Literally. It was because of the Doctor, of course. There was no way around it. We would be dead if it weren't for him. But that's typically the case with the Doctor anyway.  

My name is Amelia Williams, and I had the privilege to know the alien man called the Doctor since I was only a little girl. He left me, though. Then he came back, and I've been travelling around the universe, seeing things I could never fathom, ever since, with The Doctor, my best friend.  

The night the earth stood still; the night no one remembers.  

No one wants to be alone in an eerily dark room. Some people don't want to be alone at all. Well, there are monsters who want us to be. Ever wonder who that voice in your head is when you talk to yourself? There's a monster called the Vaxic. It feeds off the loneliness of humans. It makes us think negative thoughts. It's the reason for unknown suicide reasons and the reason for children wanting their parents in their rooms until they're asleep. And I've met it. I've survived the Vaxic.

"Where should we go this time?" asked the Doctor, ready and waiting to pull levers and push buttons on the TARDIS console.  

"Can we go back in time? On earth?" I asked. History had always intrigued me for some reason. Especially my own.  

"To when?" asked Rory. My perfect husband, Mr. Pond. I couldn't have asked for better.  

"Oh, I don't know. Somewhere in the 1900s though. I used to like watching old shows on the telly and wondering how life was really like back then." 

"Alright then, back in time to the 1900s. Random year!" the Doctor announced, running around the TARDIS console pushing buttons and pulling levers.  

"Geronimo," he whispered,looking at me, "Step outside those doors now and you'll be in a century of progress. Of technology and television and air conditioning! The century the human race accelerated." 

I ran to the door, took a deep breath, and pulled it open.  

We landed in London. I didn't know what the year was yet, but it was beautiful.  

The cars were so old-looking. All the women were wearing dresses, it looked like something straight out of a film.  

"Wow," I said, barely audible, "I might need to get a dress. I stand out! But then again, I'm with a bow tie wearing alien." 

"It's cool," the Doctor retorted. 

"What are we gonna do here?" asked my husband.  

"Anything we desire. But let's find out the year, first," said the Time Lord.  

I looked around my surroundings and spotted a newspaper stand straight away.  

"Here!" I said, walking over to it. I didn't have any money to buy one, so I looked through the glass at the date.  

"31 August 1939," I read. 

"We should leave. We should really leave," the Doctor nervously said.  

"1939...isn't that the year World War Two began?" added Rory.  

"Well it doesn't look like there's a war on," I protested.  

The Doctor started walking through the streets, Rory and I trailing behind.  

"That's because the war hasn't started yet, Rory!" said the Doctor, gritting his teeth, walking nervously through the streets.  

"Then what's the big deal?" I asked.  

"The war starts tomorrow," he said solemnly.