Silence Will Fall When the Question is Asked

Part Fourteen: The House

We finally made it to the front of the TARDIS, my friends gawking at how weird it was. I couldn't blame them. It's not everyday that you see a blue box that says, 'police public phone box' in giant letters on the corner of your street.

"Why are we going inside a police telephone box?" Emma questioned, curiously observing the outside of the TARDIS.

The Doctor didn't look back as he fumbled with the keys, unlocking the door. "Oh, you'll see..."

He finally got the door unlocked, and we all entered, me gulping and closing my eyes tightly as I heard their shocked gasps.

"Omigosh..." Alice mumbled, looking just a little bit scared. She looked at me, her eyes filled with confusion and fear. "What is this place?"

"Okay, there's GOT to be some sort of trick to this," Rebeca mumbled under her breath, looking all around at the tall, majestic room that was the control panel of the TARDIS.

Emma turned to me, her face in total shock. "Is this where you were this whole time?!"

"Ta-da..." I announced weakly, limply lifting up my arms and waving them around, motioning to the rest of the room.

I have a bit of explaining to do...

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"So, this is a space machine?" Rebeca asked, leaning over the railing of the control panel as the Doctor fiddled with the switches.

"Yeah," I replied, walking up next to her. "It's called the TARDIS. Time and Relative Dimension in Space. Basically, it travels anywhere throughout time, space," I paused. "The universe," I breathed.

She looked at me. "So this is where you were this whole time, and you never bothered to even tell us?"

"Would you have believed me?" I answered back coolly, trying not to get angry. It wasn't her fault, it was mine. "You barely believe it yourself now that you see it, imagine if I had told you over the phone. You never would have believed me. Ever."

She turned away, looking over the railing towards where Alice stood, talking to Rory. She sighed.

"I know," She murmured. "It's just that, I felt so horrible for your parents. They looked everywhere for you. They called the police, searching for months. Then they finally called it off, finding nothing except your car and book bag, which had fallen in a puddle the day you..." She took a sharp intake of breath. "Disappeared."

"They thought you were dead," She sighed, looking at me with tired eyes. "I remember the day I went to your house the same day the police told your parents that you were probably dead, killed somewhere where they could never find your body," She looked down at her feet, gulping.

"Oh God," She breathed, running her hand through her blonde hair. "How I wish I hadn't been there..."

I stared at her, not wanting to ask any questions, not wanting to know the misery I had caused my parents. I may not be human, but I have feelings, and I know what a heartbreak feels like. I've been through one.

"Look," I sighed. "I'm sorry. I was being attacked, but not by what you would think."

And so I told her. Everything. From beginning to end. Once I finished, she stared at me, and soon I realized I had other listeners. Rory, Emma, Alice, Amy, and the Doctor, who wouldn't look me in the eyes.

"Whoa," Emma breathed, staring at me with wide eyes. "That's what's happened after seven months?"

"No, actually, seven hours," The Doctor piped up. We all looked at him, and he returned all of their gazes, except mine. I squinted my eyes at him. What was his problem?