Adopted by Dr. Who

P2 chapter 3: Dejavu

It calls for me every night, I can hear is whisper for me, sometimes I can make out words like, Time lord and TARDIS, I know they have a meaning but I can't remember... Like it's in the back of my mind, just, waiting.
I don't usually dream, but when I do I dream of the weirdest dreams I dream of golden patterns and cogs, I see universes and other life forms you couldn't think up of you tried; I don't know what's wrong with me.
It's been happening ever since- ever since that night...

I made breakfast out of habit, set the table for 20 people and spread out the food equally, then went upstairs to my bedroom. I breathed deeply and touched all of the quaint ornaments framing my bed post in turn, I should leave this place, go and find the- what was his name again? Doctor? No, master? Go and find the master.

I packed a small bag with nothing much inside a few dresses and pretty thing I'd collected after staying here. I looked up to find Alice standing in my door way.

"What are you doing, sweetie?" I tried to make out whether she was being snide or kind.

"I'm going." I said my face was emotionless as was hers but then there was a flicker of remorse and then anger.

"No you aren't." She said frowning her brows so far down her face they almost formed a V shape in the centre of her forehead and then she smiled, it was sweet but spite hid behind it like a tiger stalking its prey; I was suddenly afraid.

"Yes I a-" I hardly finished my sentence when a harsh female voice rang up the stairs, it bounced on every wall of my room until it fully reached mine and Alice's ears as we exchanged glances. "Alice!" She shouted.

"Yes matron?" Alice's voice rung all the same but it has a sarcastic American ring to it that made it quieter.

"Fetch Sam there are some people here to see her."

"Yes matron."
Alice grabbed my collar and ran me down the wooden steps, at the base of the stair case, if not a few metres away, stood two men, they were of exact height, weight and appearance but the thing that intrigued me the most was the fact that they both had a certain but dissimilar familiarity about them yet I'd never seen them before.

"Hello." They said, at the same time and speed as if it was planned.

"How do you do?" I said, although from the long time I spent in New York I had picked up a well rounded mix of British and American accents, I resorted immediately back to the poshest British id heard come from my mouth for a very long time.

One of the men laughed in his throat, he sounded like a Spanish man pronouncing the letter J, the other man smiled and gave his twin a mocking glare, he looked at the matron. "We'd like to take her, now please!"

I ran up the stairs without a second word and grabbed my ready packed bag. A second chance...!