The Doctor and Me

The Unknown

The box landed with a ginormous thud. I, in all honesty, loved the trip in its entirety; I did fall over once or twice, but that was pretty amazing for my first journey through the Time Vortex. The man did not stumble at all throughout the ride, which was not all that surprising considering he had probably been doing this type of thing for a while.

"Well then, where did we land?" I asked him. He was staring for a long while at his monitor, which swung around on a steel track, with a springy frame attaching the screen to the rail. He stood there, dumbfounded it seemed, while I awaited a response. "I must say, I do not quite know. I'd love to lie to you and say, 'Ah, yes, Connor. I know exactly where we have touched down in time and space.' But what type of Time Lord would I be if I did something like that?" he answered. So many more questions ran through my brain. I was nearing a conclusion as to who he was, but still so far away. I was convinced I stood there more confounded than he did just a minute earlier. He must have thought I was the most uneducated human being he had ever come in contact with. "Of course, that would have been a bit more comforting, but I appreciate the honesty. Also, a Time what?" I questioned. "Ah, a Time Lord, from the planet Gallifrey. My mistake, I never properly introduced myself, did I? I'm the Doctor. Pleasure to meet you," the man told me. I shook his outstretched hand with uncertainty, but eagerness. It's certainly not difficult to imagine that I had never met an alien, especially not a time traveling one! "Alrighty then, that explains the basics. Thanks," I told the Doctor, "However one more question, and sorry for being such a pesky guest, but Doctor who?" His face never shone brighter than in that instant, I swear. It was like he was a little child on Christmas morning, discovering that Santa had brought him the gift he desired most. "Just the Doctor," he replied, "But say it again, just so I know I'm answering it correctly." "Doctor who?" I asked, once more. He snapped his fingers and said, in a giddy voice, "Now that is the question, isn't it? Haha!"

His attention was drawn back to the now-beeping monitor. His excitement turned to fear and anxiety. Nothing seemed to scare him more than what was on the screen. His fear was ensued by a quiet whisper of, "We have to go. Right now." His hand reached for the red and silver lever, but he had trouble determining its location, which also seemed to frustrate him. I slowly made my way down the steel steps to the white interior doors. I wanted to tug them both open extremely bad, but as a pulled with the tiniest of forces, I swiftly discovered he had locked them. I pleaded to him, "Doctor, I'd really like the see what's out there. Would you mind, you know, unlocking the doors?" He only looked at me a second before returning to his intense focus of attempting to get us out of there and told me, "No. You know there's a window right next to you. Just look out that." The only issue with that method was that the circular glass was blacked out. I did not even pester him again, though, out of fear he'd snap somehow. I stomped back up the stairs in a rebellious fashion and plopped myself straight down onto the beige boat seat, that rested upon a large spring, which got annoying after a while due to bouncing and tilting all over the place. I situated myself into a somewhat-comfortable position and sat there in defiance of his plans to take off after merely just arriving. About two minutes passed until I gave up with being silent and asked what was wrong. He did not seemed too pleased to respond to my question, but muttered, "This planet is not safe, nor is it a desirable location for your first venture into the universe. I am sorry, I truly am, but we have to go." He threw down the lever and looked up at the glass tube that glowed with a bluish tint and contained three glass orbs, each increasing in size as you continued down. They moved up, then back down, but did not repeat those motions. Now the Time Lord looked more frustrated than he had when this issue first popped up. Not only this, but the machine made the worst groaning noise I had personally ever heard. I looked to the Doctor for answers.

"I know what you're thinking: 'Oh he'll get us out somehow. He'll rescue us, I just know it!' Nope. Not this time. She won't take off..." he exclaimed. "She? You aren't saying this thing is alive, are you? That would be preposterous!" I told him. He nodded and replied, seemingly insulted, "No it would most definitely not be! And to call her a 'thing'? How dare you! This is the TARDIS, a feat in transdimentional engineering, as you out it. She is very much alive and sentient as you and me!" I threw up my hands in an apologetic fashion as if to say, "Alright, sorry." He accepted it, or so it seemed. The TARDIS did not want to get off the planet as much as the Doctor, which angered him, but gave him an impetus to ask me the following question, which was also an answer in itself: "Connor, tell me. Are you afraid of the unknown?"