The Bizarre Adventures of Doctor Who

The Night Before Christmas Pt. 4

The Doctor stood up from his table after neatly setting his and the women's menus in a stack. Clara and Lila stood up with him and followed towards the table with the female patron who didn't notice them as she's rearranging the shot glasses once again, the Doctor sees the glowing pinprick in her eyes as she moved her head

He doesn't know what type of alien they're dealing with, he and Clara met a lot, but with so many, and some capable of masquerading as humans, he couldn't narrow it down if he tried. Obviously, they're smart enough to shrink Daleks into tiny toys, but what else they're capable of, if the reverse is a possibility

Giant Daleks, everyone and their mother would've received vicious tinnitus before the Daleks even get a whole word out as they're screeching at the top of their artificial lungs.

Perhaps perforated eardrums were better than listening to them, the more the Doctor thinks about it as he and the women slowly arrived at the table while the female patron circled the filled shot glasses with the three empty ones.

She didn't notice them, not at first, and seeing her close, Lila sees the woman's short ruffled deep ruby hair as its barely under her bowler hat, sticking out, shimmering under the light, looked off to her, but she couldn't explain why.

"Oh, you decided to join me?" Lila hears the woman say, her tone of voice, something unusual. She sees the woman look up at them and smile, her smile so wide, it took over the lower half of her pale face.

Gesturing towards them, the woman had the three sits with her, where they discussed the elephant in the room with the Doctor beginning his inquiry on who the woman is and why she's here.

"Y'know, it's funny, I can't seem to say it. I could never translate it with your garbled mess of a language," replied the woman as she told the Doctor that she couldn't remember her own name. Not even a nickname. She stated that she just went by whatever came to mind for the occasion, but nothing stuck for long, and the reason she came here's just for conventional reasons. The woman wanted to have one day to her lonesome and ended up falling in love with the surroundings. So, she stayed around, keeping herself busy, and keeping things she doesn't like on a lead.

"What do we call you if you don't have a name?" Lila asked the woman as she shifted in her spot, readjusting the sleeves of her jacket, before she responded to Lila's question.

The woman answered that she's become partial to a name she heard since she stayed here, Ferryman, and that's what she went by.

The Doctor continued, asking about the Daleks, causing her to chuckle dryly as she told him that they deserved every bit of what happened to them. They didn't deserve the glory of dying in combat, so she thought it'd be fun to watch them wallow in misery until they're inevitably destroyed by children, dogs, and time.

"H-how'd you turn an entire ship worth of Daleks small?" Clara piped up as she pulled strands of her chocolate hair behind her ear, only for Ferryman to chuckle.

Ferryman replied that she's got a mean streak and the Daleks weren't the first ones she punished for slights, oh yes, many more before got theirs for crossing the threshold. Few got back over it, however. Few deserved second chances.

As how Ferryman turned them small, she shrugs as she told Clara that it's just one of her gifts. Only, they're not gifts for those that receive them. She couldn't describe them, said that 'human' words can't describe her gifts well, that it's something she was born with.

"Where'd you come from?" the Doctor inquired Ferryman's origins and she tells him as she picked up a shot glass that she's from past Betelgeuse. A little way away past the Milky Way. Doubt someone like the Doctor knows where it is. Not a findable planet, it's concealed by the blackened appearances that blends with the darkness of space. Few know of its existence. Fewer know anything about it and what lies beneath the darkness.