Chapter Two: The Voices Downstairs

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Sitting across from little Jamie Smith I realize that he's got more on his mind than a six-year-old should.

"Is your box magic?" he asks bringing my mind back to Earth.

"What?"

"Your box? Is it magic?" he asks again curiosity and stubbornness fill his voice and eyes.

"You mean my TARDIS?" I look at him and nod. "If you like... Let me ask you something, Jamie?"

"What?" he looks up at me with contentful eyes.

"What's got you worried?"

"W-what do you mean?"

"A weird woman crashes a big blue box in your back yard, climbs out asking for food, and you're just sitting there. Like it's completely normal." I look at him trying to figure this all out when he says something that catches my ears.

"The voices.. downstairs..." he looks up at me with strong, but fearful eyes.

"Voices?" I ask leaning closer, "What kind of voices? Yelling? Angry? Evil?"

"Whispers..." he visibly cringes at what he said, but I press on wanting to help him.

"Can you take me to them?" I look at him seriously, hoping it's not what I think it is. As I watch him stand, I can't help but wonder what really is down stairs.

"Come on..." he trails off opening a door leading downstairs. I stand and follow, hoping I can help this poor child.

"Where do you hear the voices?"

"In my room. I get the basement to my self."

"Why? Where are your parents?"

"Umm..." he looks away saddened and I can tell I tread too far into the subject at hand. "I-I don't have a mum or dad..."

I look at him with a sympathetic smile, and say "I don't even have my family or a home..."

He looks up at me and quietly says, "What happened to your family and home?"

The painful memories of the start of the war and the Council casting me out flood back. "They... ehmm... I lost them a-and my home burned... Gallifrey fell in the Last Great Time War... T-The war that I started.."

"You started a war?" he looks up at me a curiously scared look in his eye. "Are you from another planet?"

"Yes... It was a very, very long time ago..." I let out a sigh as I look down at him. "Yes I am, but not to worry though, I'm here to help." I smile as he smiles happily back, like a small child should. "Alright, Now lets see where the voices are coming from."

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