The Adventure of a Lifetime

Chapter Two - Run!

My encounter with the man in the blue box really changed the way I think about things. I now believe that no matter how insane something sounds, it can happen. That no matter how weird and strange things get, there is always an explanation. Yes, it might be a seriously impossible one, but I'll be the one who believes. I'll be the girl who believed in the impossible. Because, after all, the simplest explanation is often the right one.

Ever since that day, I have taken much more notice of the peculiar events that seem to be happening more and more. Let me tell you something - aliens exist and we are not alone in the Universe. Just last week, there was this huge crystal star 'spaceship' hovering above Buckingham Palace. Apparently, a man singlehandedly negotiated with the creatures inside and persuaded them to leave us alone. They showed him in the news, and guess what. It was him. It was the same man I saw a few weeks ago. It was the man with the 'space hair', the long, swishy, brown coat, the pin-stripe suit and the converse. He just swaggered off back into his blue box, like nothing happened, and disappeared. The media claim that it was a silly publicity stunt, some sort of 3D projection, or whatever they called it. I don't believe them. I most certainly don't. That spaceship was as real as the air outside your door.

Most of these alien 'encounters' have been happening in and around London, and luckily, this is where I live. I don't know what's so special about it. Yeah, it's the capital of the UK, but surely there are better places for alien life forms to visit. New York for example. Or the so called Area 51 - there's bound to be something of high value there. Maybe they have some sort of secret laboratory, where they test on exotic bits of spacecraft or something. Surely those places would be higher up an alien's "Attack, steal, destroy and cause havoc" list. Anyway, so as I was saying, I live in London where there seems to be a lot of weird stuff happening. But you know what? This is great! This is fantastic! That man in the blue box always appears when something strange happens, so I might actually have a chance of seeing him again. Oh I have so many questions that need answering. I have so many questions that only the man in the blue box can answer. Well, at least I think he can.

It was another boring summer's day. My first in my very own house. I'm 19 now. It's been a long time since I first caught a glimpse of that mysterious man and his blue box, but I continued living my life, still hoping. I was staring out of the window, looking at the rain fall. Drop after drop, after drop. We never have a perfect, sunny summer. Never. It always rains, always. Rain makes me miserable, I don't know why. The sky turns dark and everything looks lifeless. The heavy, grey clouds linger in our atmosphere like there's no tomorrow. It's as if they weigh the whole world down. It looks like they're crying, whenever it rains, but maybe they are. Tears of sorrow showering the Earth and bringing life everywhere they land. Crying whole rivers, and ponds, and seas, which then evaporate and create the oncoming storm. Rain is a good thing I suppose... Well... It is. Even though people may hate it. Sometimes, oh sometimes, I could stare at the raindrops rolling down my window for hours.... As I slowly started to day dream, I saw someone run past, someone with a long, brown coat and red converse. Someone. SOMEONE. Who else wears a suit and converse?! HE ran past my house. My. House. That was it. That. Was. It. I literally got my house keys, my phone and I ran after him. I ran like there was no tomorrow. I ran like there was a pack of raging wild wolves chasing me down for their supper. I ran like they were going to tear my flesh and break my bones. I ran because it was him. That man. That glorious man. That impossible man- Wait, hang on. He was running, right? What was he running from? I turned my head, only to see something that I've never seen before, in real life anyway. It was a two metre tall, tin can, silver robot, like something out of a sci-fi horror movie. It had a strong looking body and a blue light in the middle of its chest. Although, it didn't look like it could do much harm. I heard stomping sounds from the distance, but didn't think much of it at the time. After all, I had a giant robot staring at me with its big, dark, empty eyes. Well... Holes. They had holes instead of eyes. But then, a whole army of them came marching from around the corner like they owned the place. There were hundreds of them, all identical. They all stopped and exclaimed "We are the Cybermen. We are superior. You are not. DELETE!" at the same time. I knew that I seriously needed to get out of there, pronto. I turned back round and ran, once again. I lost sight of that mysterious man a while ago, he vanished, just like he did before. The wind ran through my hair as I turned the corner onto Windsor Road, where a small crowd of people were stood, frightened for their lives, just like me. And guess why? Yep. The 'Cybermen' were there. Stood dead stiff like soldiers. Then they said that word again. "DELETE!" People started screaming a running, but all were wiped out within seconds when the robots touched each and everyone of them. They were all sort of electrocuted. With a touch of that metal hand. They lay there, stone dead. Lifeless. Not one heartbeat. Not one breath. Now I had a really big reason to get out of there. Seriously. I didn't want to die! Back to the running. I managed to get away from that lot, but only to get greeted by another. This time, however, there was nowhere to run. They were stood at both ends of the street, no emotions showing on their faces. The tin can robots began stomping towards me as they said the dreaded word in sync. My heart turned into a greyhound, racing around inside my chest, trying to escape the fate that lay before it. This was it. This was the end. Surely.

Just as the robots were about three metres away, the man with the space hair appeared out of nowhere, ran towards me, grabbed my hand and said "Hello, I'm The Doctor... Basically.. Run!"

The Doctor led me through some back streets, whilst still tightly gripping onto my hand. We came to a halt when we reached his blue police box, the sound of the silver robots could be heard in the distance.

"Who are you?... I saw you a couple of times before you know, you look exactly the same. Don't you ever change?" I asked him as he took a Yale key out of his coat pocket and unlocked the door.

"I'm The Doctor, I'm a 903 year old Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous. I have two hearts and change faces every so often. And this is my beloved time machine, the TARDIS. Isn't she beautiful, eh?" The Doctor explained as he smiled cheekily and pushed the door open. I wearily walked inside, only to see the impossible.

"But... It's... Bigger on.. The inside." I said in shock. The Doctor walked in behind me and leaned on the console in the centre, grinning from ear to ear. He was wearing the same clothes as before, the long, swishy coat, the pin-stripe suit and the converse. His hair looking as awesome as ever. I looked around in amazement. Tall, stone like pillars held up the rounded ceiling. There were hexagonal shaped, mild yellow lights on every wall. In the centre lay a very complicated-looking console, out of which came a glass cylinder full of blue, almost green, light. The console had six sides, each of which holding many unusual objects. A phone, levers, buttons, screens, pumps, a microwave, a CD/DVD player, a hammer, you name it. On the screen attached to the console, were a couple of sticky notes, all of them had these weird indecipherable circular patterns. Behind the centre console, there were two beige, worn down chairs; they looked quite comfortable. The TARDIS made this strange, wheezing, groaning sound. It was the sound of hope. I looked at The Doctor, astonishment filling my face, and managed to squeeze out some words.

"Wow. This place- this place is just... Yowza.... Oh and erm.. Thanks for saving me back there, I owe you my life."

The Doctor raised his left eyebrow, whilst still smiling, and said "Oh, don't mention it." He walked towards me. "So! Eve. All of time and space, anywhere, anywhen. Where do you want to start?"