Adopted by Dr. Who

P2 Chapter 2: 1923

"Sam! Sam! Sammy! Wake up!"

Black shrouded my view as I blinked it clear and sat up abruptly.

"Sam!" A young woman was sat and the end of my bed, and as I leaned further forward she pulled me so tight into a hug my aching back crunched and I groaned.

"Sorry, do I know you?" I asked arching my eyebrows and wondering, am I meant to know this woman? As she pulled away from the tight hug, I breathed in her strong scented perfume which was seemingly nostalgic even though I knew I'd never smelt it before.

The woman stuttered and looked offended but then sighed and her expression softened, "You hit your head sweetie." She pursed her lips and in her obnoxious New York accent, looking down at her greyish faux coat, she whispered, "You probably won't remember me."

I strained to look her up and down, everything about her was familiar but I didn't know this woman, her strawberry blondeish hair curled in ringlets around her face almost touching her rounding black eye lashes.  I'd seen her face before but where?

"Can you remember much?" She asked her eyes sparkled in hope but damped a little at my confused expression.

"Where's the master?" I asked, "and the wooden man?"

"You mean the movie we saw last night? When we went to the pictures? That wasn't real sweetie."

"But-" I stutter and tears stray from my eyes around my nose.

"You should get some rest sweetie, maybe you'll remember some more in the morning?" The woman sighed, patting my shoulder and grimacing.

A man with raven black hair pushed back on the top of his head appeared at the door way, he was sweating and breathless. "Alice!" He spluttered, "They want you in the kitchen."

The woman started from where she was sitting then followed the man down the tall wooden staircase, I saw their heads bobbing up and down and I heard a stifled laugh from beside me. I glared in the direction of the noise,

"Sorry," she laughed again, "my names Ruby." She was British, "you probably know me right?"

I shook my head.

"Oh..." she looked down and tapered off, fiddling with her bright red hair. "Why do you have pink hair? Were you born like that?"

Shit I hadn't changed my hair in time, "Um... no, it's dyed."

"Dyed?" She looked confused, "I didn't know you could get that colour hair dye... must be a British thing, I haven't been there in a while."

I laughed a little through my nose, then turned over and pretended to sleep. I closed my eyes and tried to drift off but my brain wasn't having it and I could still feel my heart beating out of my chest. It was past night fall by the time I fell asleep and the moon shone through my window, my dreams were bigger and better than ever as I cradled my pillow between my arms and head. My ears pricked as a floor board creaked but I was too asleep to notice...