Eleven's Hour

Come Along Ponds

PART 2

CHAPTER 7

New York, 1940

When I woke up, I had a splitting headache. I let out a groan as I tried to sit up. Where was I?

The air had a chilling tension around it, with an icy wind swirling through the night. Flurries danced in all directions, the moon shining bright.

A few dimly lit streetlights were scattered along a narrow road. I started to shiver. I drew in my light sweatshirt close to me. I needed to get inside soon.

I slowly picked myself up. As I observed the half lighted streets, an old car sped by, nearly killing me. I chuckled as I thought how close I have been to death today alone.

An old apartment building stood parallel to me. It was the only chance I had; I could be caught by the police. I dragged myself over to the stone steps leading up to the door. One, two. One, two. I marched up the stairs.

Next to the door was a list of names with a button next to each one. Without thinking I pressed a random one, hoping the person would be kind enough to let me in.

A buzzing sound could be heard from within. Footsteps approached. An annoyed doorman with a mole and a scraggly beard opened the door.

"What are you doing out here at this time at night?! It's after midnight!" he snapped. He had a thick American accent.

I glanced at the list of names next to the door when something caught my eye. One of the white tags read in near handwriting:

R. Williams

Could it be? THE Rory Williams? As in the Last Centurion? Husband to Amelia Pond? As in the fictional companions of the Doctor?!

"I'm here to see....Mr. Rory Williams?" I said shakily.

"Is he expecting you?"

"No."

He started to close the door.

"Wait!" I put my foot in the doorframe.

"Look, kid, I don't have all night. Now beat it before I call the cops!"

"Just tell him this: 'Hello, Ponds.' That's it. And say it in a British accent. Then let him decide whether to let me in or not."

The doorman looked skeptical.

"Fine. Even though he is probably not going to allow you to come in. Just wait here." He left the door open a crack and went off to the elevator.

It felt like an eternity waiting in the chilly air. When he finally came back, he had a bitter look on his face.

"Come on. He's very eager to meet you."

My spirits soared. I dashed past the doorman and sprinted into the elevator.

"4th floor!" the doorman called after me. I jammed the button. Slowly, the elevator began to creep upward.

CHAPTER 8

"Ok, who are you?" said a familiar voice as a entered the apartment.

"First of all, who are you? Wait, I already know that, Rory and Amy."

Both of them glared at me. Amy was dressed in a laced nightgown while Rory was still wearing his formal business attire. Amy was sitting on the bed with her arms crossed.

"How do you know that?" probed Rory.

"You can just say I know the Doctor."

The couple turned pale after hearing me say that.