An Endless Sky

Chapter 3

"Um... how do I get my stuff? I can't go looking different!" I exclaimed. I knew he wasn't stupid, but couldn't he see the future or something?
"... I did not think of that. Oh, but, the TARDIS, she can travel through space. Which means she can land in your room!"
He ran to the console, flipped a few switches, ran to another side, pressed a button, and he reluctantly flicked a light-switch. The TARDIS made a small whir and touched down, on what seemed to be paper. Oh my god, my art!
" You landed on my sketchbook!"
"Sorry... your room is a mess!"
"Gee, thanks dad."
     I smirked and started gathering my stuff. Backpack with laptop in it, the plastic hand spikes, my not crumpled notebook, my colored pencils, and my regular pencils. I shoved everything in said backpack, and slipped back inside the TARDIS.
"I can't believe that worked. I mean, how did you sneak in there?" I said. He was already running around the console, flipping switches, pressing buttons. The TARDIS whirred a bit, then took off. We didn't land though.
"Thousands of years of practice." He replied, thoughtfully.
"What's your name? Should I keep calling you dad?" I wanted to know.
"Just call me dad. Or Doctor, if you don't wanna act suspicious."

     I shrugged. "So, when are we gonna go on a magical timelord-y adventure?"

"I don't know. Where, or rather, when do you want to go?"

"Hmm... how about... ooh! I've always wanted to see an ailen, UH, I mean future city."

"Ooh! How about New New New New York! Not as great as New New," He was counting on his fingers. "York!" That was fifteen yorks.

I nodded, and he eagerly started jumping around the console again, and the TARDIS whirred happily.

     Seconds later, the TARDIS landed, and the Doctor stepped out first. He looked around cautiously, then gestured for me to come out. I gently put my foot on the brown soil, and took in the surroundings. The buildings were tall, and they had digital boards all over them, showing advertisements for some sort of patch. Maybe for people to stop smoking? But those patches had happy, sad, and other emotion-faces...

   "Hey, what are those patches for on those advertisements?" I asked.                                                                   

"Emotion patches. They make people feel different emotions. Even forget their own past. I don't think they're very good, though." He replied, stoically. "Hm." "So, what do you want to do in New New New etc. York?" He tilted his head childishly.                                                                                                                                 

"Hm, maybe get some food and watch a future movie? I'm hungry, and a good dad-daughter bonding session would be good, I believe."                                                                                                                                          

"Yeah, sounds good!"