The Frost ✎ Doctor Who

✐ Preface

Holly Morgan has three friends that live with her. The twenty-six year old girl had all that she ever wanted, because of her parents. They set her up with her three friends, for her to live with them. They lived in New York City. It is a big city, and Holly and her friends lived in her apartment that they all shared rent together with. Her three friends are named Nathaniel Hogan, Leila Holiday, and Scarlett Lucas. They were a good bunch of friends to be around.

Holly wanted coffee, because it was early in the morning. She took a walk in the park with her headphones in, watching a show called 'Doctor Who' for the first time. Her friends itched for her to watch it, and she finally started it not too long ago. She was only in season two, episode 6, "Age of Steel" where the Doctor, Rose, Mickey and everyone were fighting Cybermen in the other universe.

She sat on a park bench all alone, with no one to sit next to, because she was busy paying attention to the episode on her tiny iPhone. Then, suddenly, an old man with gray hair and big eyebrows sat next to her. He tapped on her shoulder.

"What are you watching?" asks the man. A Scottish man, to be exact. Holly took out one of her earbuds.

"What was that?"

"What were you watching just now?" asks the Scottish man. Holly's eyebrows rose.

"You have an accent," she points out. He nods.

"I know," he says, "what were you watching?"

"Uh, 'Doctor Who,' why would you care?"

"Oh, I guess it's because that show is from my time. Nineteen-sixty three. My wife told me about it back then, and ever since . . ."

"Dad, I thought I told you not to bother peo – Oh," Nathaniel Hogan came over with two coffees. Holly furrows her eyebrows, confused.

"Did you just call him 'dad'?" Holly questions. Nathaniel shakes his head.

"Uh, no, this is my, uh, Uncle. Yeah, Uncle Doc," Nathaniel stutters. Holly frowns.

"Yes you did. And "Uncle Doc"? Really? Okay, Marty McFly."

"She's good," laughs the Scottish man.

"Well, here's your coffee, Holly," Nathaniel says, handing her the one coffee he was holding.

"Thanks," Holly says, not forgetting about how he called the old man next to her 'dad.'

"No problem. Here's your coffee, sir," Nathaniel says, emphasizing the 'sir.'

"Thank you, kind sir," says the Scottish man. He then says, "So, you two know each other?"

"Yes," Nathaniel says, "we're friends. We live together."

"So just friends?"

"Da – I mean – I mean –"

"It's okay for you to call him dad," Holly says, taking another sip of her coffee.

"Oh," Nathaniel says. "Okay. Dad . . . Can we go now?"

"Go where?" he asks.

"It's weird," Holly starts, "he has a Scottish accent and you don't? Though you're related. I can't believe I actually met your father. You always say he's out of town when we want to meet him, and now he's here. Hello, Mister Hogan, I'm Holly Morgan."

"Nice to meet you, Miss Morgan. I hope you'll have a pleasant stay at where you'll be going next, with the help of Nathaniel, here."

"What?" Holly asks, confused.

"We're going somewhere," Nathaniel says, "somewhere you might like, somewhere you might not. Just be prepared . . . Holly? You okay?"

"I'm getting woozy," Holly says. She starts to move around in her spot. She had forgotten to turn the phone off while she was talking to the two men. Nathaniel looks at his father, and his father looks at him before catching Holly and then, 'poof!' she's gone from existence. Well, from this universe.