Ran Away With a Madman (Doctor Who)

Chatper Two

     Traci was wondering through the woods of her backyard, which expanded s few miles, but she knew she was safe. Traci was seven years of age on this March afternoon.  She needed to be back in the house before dark, that was and always had been the rule. Traci wasn't particlarly against or for the woods, she just enjoyed ythe scenary and loved the smell of nature. The smell of dust after rain and all that. She wished there was a word for that smell... She wasn't out there often, but when she was, she enjoyed it.

    Traci has always had an odd sense of when something bad was going to happen. She decided recently that she would refer to it as overactive intuition.

     She spotted her favorite little clearing, the one with the soft green grass and sprouting little white flowers. She laid down, her flaming red hair flared around her. She sighed a happy sort of sigh.

     Suddenly, she had the strangest feeling that she was no longer alone. Over the years, she had learned to trust her instincts. She sat up slowly, scanning the surrounding area. About twenty feet behind her was a strange box. It was the bluest blue she'd ever seen. A man in a tweed jacket and a striped red bowtie stepped from within it. He caught her eye and grinned.

     "Hello, dear." he said, grinning all the while. Traci, being as she was, walked over to him and offered a gentle, but taught wave.

     " I'm Traci. Traci Hurst. Why are you out here? As far as I know, this is my woods." Traci's eyes narrowed a bit, but for some reason swhe felt safe and secure.

     "I just wanted to say hello. Hello, Traci! It's been too long since I've been to Virginia. I was just in Indiana, you see. Quite literally, just."

     "Really? I've lways wanted to go to Indiana! How long ago was your stay?"

     "Give or take ten minutes ago." he cited. Traci paused. Ten minutes? How could he have been all the way in Indiana ten minutes ago..? He must have ben a madman...

     " How are you here then?" asked Traci with her quizzical style of seven year old fanfarade.

     " All in good time, love. All in good time." Again, he smiled, raising his vertually non-existant eyebrows.

     Traci saw the world around her grow visibly darker. " I need to go back to my house or I'll be in trouble. I was nice to meet you." She glanced at the direction of her house. traci was going to turn back to the man for a farewell wave, but she didn't get the chance. She heard a loud whooshing sounds, looked back, and the blue box was gone along with the man.