Finding Harmony

2. The Doctor

Running into aliens ended up being a bit of a habit of mine.

When I was fourteen I remember when one of my fellow orphans disappeared right after being adopted. I had been visiting her when poof she was gone, nothing made sense. But no one believed me, everyone thought I'd somehow helped her run away.

There was this one man who flashed a glaring white badge with the perfect credentials of a private investigator enlisted by the foster parents. It was an oddly specific badge, especially how it had looked blank from the corner of my eye.

Anyways while the other policeman shushed me this man turned to me, tall and imposing but with an intense look to him as if he had just come back from a war.

"Mister I don't think they are running away."

The man's shaved head tilted down and looked me in the eye, "What do you think it is?"

"It'll sound silly."

"I like silly."

I'd let out a laugh thinking he must be humoring me now, but I would still say my piece. "Aliens, sir."

"Aliens." His face didn't give away anything, all serious and flat.

"It's not like they haven't been drawn to London before."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Alice wouldn't have run away. Sure she had some nervous jitters about the new home, but it was the first good home she'd found. She was always honest to me about them. She would rather have been dragged away from them then leave a safe place behind."

A week later all the missing teenagers from that block of neighborhood came back. Alice's mind was hazy on where she'd been, sounding confused over the phone saying it had felt as if she'd been kept in a bubble.

Several months passed by and I saw the man again. In the center of the suburbs of London leaving a bright blue box.

"It's you again."

He looked up startled, his big ears wiggling ever so slightly in surprise.

"Me again."

"All those kids never got to thank you. I know you brought them back."

I fidgeted with my locket, a habit I picked up when I was nervous about something but I wasn't sure what. But it wasn't the man that made me nervous, it was the feeling that I was missing something. Like there was something right in front of me that I needed to see but I couldn't tell what it was. Perhaps that's why I ended up saying what I did next.

"Sir, if you ever need help, find me at the Hope Home on the outskirts of Deffry Vale."

His brows furrowed, before he pointed to himself. "No more of that sir nonsense, I'm the Doctor."

I grinned in return, "I'm Darcy."