Deep Reflection (A Doctor Who Fan Fiction)

Chapter Two: The Meeting

"Doctor, no!" complained Amy. "This is supposed to be a relaxing vacation, not another wild endless goose chase!"

"He was supposed to meet us in our room 28 seconds ago, I wonder what the hold-up this."

"Are you even listening to me, Doctor?"

The Doctor and his companions were in their new apartment at the inn. It was surprisingly cozy and was decent in size. There were two separate rooms, containing full-sized beds, a fireplace, and a full-length mirror. Amy and Rory were sitting on an old-fashioned brown couch as The Doctor paced the room. Finally, after much anticipation, The Doctor heard a knock at the door. "Finally!" he called out. "How was I supposed to know you hadn't been eaten by a giant bee or something on your way here?" Amy stared at The Doctor in shock and confusion.

"Giant bees? Here?"

"Long story." With that short explanation, The Doctor slid his shoes against the wooden floor and rolled up to the door, violently swinging it open. The old man gasped and jumped back at the sudden movement. He took a deep breath and frowned at The Doctor.

"Don't scare me like that! Can't you tell I've been through enough already?!"

"Sorry," said Rory.

"Oh, it's not your fault boy."

"I know, but I'm apologizing for The Doctor because he probably won't." The old man chuckled and stepped into the room. He slowly made his way to an empty chair and sat down.

"So, what do you mean we're all in danger?"

"When did I say that?" asked the Doctor, adjusting his bowtie.

"When you first stepped into my apartment without permission and scheduled for me to meet you, a complete stranger, in your room at 8:00 p.m."

"Right, right."

"So what's this about?"

"Yeah Doctor," started Amy. "What is this about? Because it better be worth our time." The Doctor took a deep breathe, and looked at the old man right in the eye.

"I believe you haven't told us your full name yet."

A look of unease settled into the old man's eyes. He looked away from The Doctor and down at his hands, which were noticeably trembling.

"You don't need my name."

"Oh, but I believe we do," insisted The Doctor. "We can't find your granddaughter without looking her up under your name."

"You leave my granddaughter out of this!"

"Now you listen, Gramps," he scolded, "all our lives could be in danger, and I just won't let innocent people out there die just because you don't want to give us your name!"

"Doctor, we're in danger? What are you talking about?" Amy asked, calmly.

The Doctor ignored her. "Your name is just a label, a word! But right now that's exactly what we need, so give us your full name!"

The old man sat quietly in his place. If he was surprised about The Doctor's outburst, his face definitely didn't leave a trace of that surprise. A few seconds of silence flew by, and the old man finally collected his attention and spoke. "Henry David Guilbert Hall, that is my full name."

"Good," sighed The Doctor. "Amy, Rory, grab your coats, we're leaving." The Doctor adjusted his bowtie one more time after watching Amy, Rory, and the old man leave before stepping out of the room himself. Before locking the door, The Doctor turned to look at Henry. He was hiding his face in his hands and breathing heavily. "I'm sorry Henry," he said softly. "But we needed find your granddaughter. Without her, we won't have a trace in our investigation."

"So you can cure her?" There was hope in his eyes, but there were also tears; tears that had been forming long ago.

"I don't know, but I can try. Weleave tomorrow morning. You should come with us, for your safety. Maybe she'll be glad to see you."