You were slowly strolling up the stairs of your complex. The elevator was out of order and it was in the middle of the night so the stairs were yours. You didn’t mind though. You liked the quiet, the dark tint of the night reflecting on the steps. They seemed kind of creepy yet very interesting to you. Every day you lived your life yearning for adventure, something out of the ordinary. Every step was slow and steady. Looking up to see that it was only a matter of a few steps to reach the floor of your flat you slowed her pace. You heard a slam of a door a couple floors above and froze, listening to the footsteps.
It’s a woman…you think to herself as you listened to the rushed tapping of heels hurry down the stairs…it would be funny if she fell…you thought as you smiled to herself.
As you opened the door to your floor she felt a sudden push from someone behind you. She heard the taps of the heels but a man’s voice repeating, “Run….go, go, go…don’t question run” What is this? Why is this dude wearing heels?
You lead the unseen stranger to your flat. You are shoved inside onto the floor. The man swiftly slam the door closed and pressed his back up against it. You finally observe him and make mental notes. He’s wearing a curly blonde wig, a black, skin-tight, spaghetti-strapped dress, and shiny black shoes to match…Why? The hair from his wig covers his face and the room is dark but, you can sense a worried expression as his back slides down the door and he sits.
“Do you have any idea who I am?” He says crawling up to you, you lean back, “…no.” you whisper. “How old are you?” he edges closer. “…14.” you answer quietly yet louder than before. In the moonlight of a window you see a smile creep on his face, “So, you have no idea who I am?”
“No.” you snap quickly. He instantly covers your face with his hand, “sshhhhhhh…” you flash him worried eyes, “….sshhhhhhh…I am the Doctor.”
He removes his hand from your mouth and wobbly stands in his heel. You stay confused on the floor, looking up at the strange man. He’s taking his clothes off…gosh…? He pulls the heels off of his feet, then grabs the hem of the dress and takes it and the wig off.
With a bluish lighting you see a skinny man in his underwear standing before you. You see his hair, actually brunette, short, and straight, slightly sticking up. Without the wig you see his face, his eyes dark but sparkling in the gleam of the moon. He’s kind of cute…
“Do you need some clothes?” you manage to whisper up to him. He looks down at you and gives a sly smile, “I have my clothes up in the TARDIS.” “The what?” you snap again. At that he grabs you hand and pulls you up to a stand and pulls you to the window.
You hear outside some midnight traffic as you look down over the fire escape looking for some car or something. What the bloody hell is a TARDIS?
You feel him place a finger on your chin as he stands behind you, “I said ‘up’” You glance goes up the escape to reveal a police public call box. What?
