An hour or two went by since things became increasingly odd; the weeping angels that were partially decomposed but still had been moving, The Doctor searching for the TARDIS (I suspect he found it long ago), and really making a conversation with Clara. We talked and talked, just not for an entire hour. There had been some gaps of silence and most importantly Clara getting frustrated over stitching. Surprisingly, I discovered Clara had come from the year 2012…TEN YEARS into the future!
We also did some stitching using any fabric from the floor,because Clara hadn’t learned how to do stitching.
“See?” My two sticks and the thread are weaving into a shape. “You just need to get lost in it.”
Clara is slowly making…a towel…by the looks of it.
“I don’t know how boys can get lost in weaving!” Clara claims, breaking both sticks.
I laugh.
“We had a lot of free time long ago.”
Then, like a wish had been made, Idris came in through the door.
“Idris!” Clara and I said at once.
Idris does not look fazed.
“Where is my thief?” Idris cries out, looking around. “Where is the Doctor?”
Thief….Doctor…Why do those words go together in one question?
“He went in the secret passage behind the bookshelf.” Clara puts down the broken sticks and thread. She refers to the bookshelf right across from us.
Idris’s face turns incredibly pale.
“It’s only been a few minutes for him.” Idris said, closing her eyes briefly. She then looks towards the bookshelf with sorrow eyes.
How could it only be a few minutes for him?
“I…I don’t understand.” I said, shaking my head.
Idris did something pretty incredible; She got Christmas lights, toy gun, wooden wheel, a bunch of pillows, jumping stick, duct tape, a power outlet and a electrical ball. She quickly puts together horse-sized bike. She has the Christmas lights wrapped around the entire ‘machine’, an power outlet somehow connected to the electrical ball, a plastic gun next to the biker seat, and some other tech that I am not sure of.
She presses something on the ball.
“Where is the TARDIS?” We hear Aunt from outside, “She couldn’t have gone far!”
…So Idris is the TARDIS….Uh….
“I am the TARDIS, type 40.” Idris then said, her fingers are glowing a golden cloudy light. “And my name is Sexy.”
It’s safe to say I was left speechless.
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Getting out of Uncle and Aunt’s room surprising was easy, without getting caught. Idris used this high tech bicycle to make it seem as though we were still in there. When we actually got out through a hidden door way different than what the Doctor had gone through. Clara pretty much got the gist that the soul of a living time traveling machine is inhabiting a shell. The body of Idris.
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