While walking down to the wardrobe area, I noticed some mysterious graffiti-looking writing. Who the heck would get into the TARDIS, let alone graffiti it? I ignored it and moved on. Once I was in the wardrobe area, I forgot about it. Because this wardrobe was like Narnia. It was HUGE, and it had to be filled with thousands of clothes. Jeez. Someone was a collector. It was all organized sort of like the store Target, with hanging signs marking different sections. I noticed that this place, unlike the rest of the ship, wasn't the usual metallic grey. It had a sort of octagonal pattern running along the grungy brown walls. the floor was like a large black grate, and I could see into the swimming pool below. Wait- swimming pool?? What wasn't here?
After taking a shower, I walked over to the place marked "ladies", nearly tripping due to the fact that I wasn't used to having toothpicks for legs. I slowly ran my hand through the soft fabrics, at least ten to choose from every era of time. I reached some that looked relatively new. Some bellbottoms, yoga pants, t-shirts and other jeans. I pulled on a pair of skinny jeans from the row up further, a white t-shirt and a purple jacket. I found some sky-blue converse with purple laces up ahead, and I pulled them on.
I walked up the slowly winding steps that creaked with every step. I felt like someone was watching me, so I picked up the pace and saw the graffiti again. What was that? It was a picture of a blue rose. As I walked further, I saw more and more graffiti, alternating between roses and wolves howling at the moon. And finally two words.
BAD WOLF
What was bad wolf? I felt something grab my jacket. Freaking out, I kicked backwards and my jacket was let go. I ran up to the top of the stairs, almost knocking The Doctor over.
"Hey, calm-" he stopped.
"What?" I asked.
"That jacket," he cleared his throat, "it belonged to my- friend."
"Really? What was her-"
"Rose," he interrupted.
And then I remembered the graffiti. And the mysterious thing that grabbed me.
"Doctor," I said frantically.
"What?" He asked.
"I saw, well, this graffiti stuff. It was a blue rose. And then a wolf howling at the moon. And then something grabbed my jacket, but I kicked it away and saw these words.... bad wolf," I said all at once.
He stopped, and his face went white.
"Mickey."
"Doctor. Why does it never end? The Daleks, the Cybermen. Why don't you every make something stay fixed?" Mickey said, his voice quavering.
"Because I just CAN'T!" The Doctor yelled, kicking the console, "IT'S NEVER FAIR! THEY ALWAYS COME BACK! ALWAYS!!"
I slunk into the corner, retreating.
"It's okay, Rose," The Doctor said.
"But I'm not-" I began.
"Just shut up Amy, and let me work this out. Oh, Rory, it's getting tough."
"Doctor, I'm not-"
"Martha, what did I say? Keep quiet, Donna! I'm busy!"
"Doc-"
"Shut up, Clara!"
"Okay," I said sheepishly.
Mickey ran over to me, wrapping me in his arms.
"Are we safe?" I whispered to Mickey.
"Yes," The Doctor replied.
I didn't like this new man, this violent raging man with a flaring temper.
The Doctor tweaked a few buttons on the TARDIS console and off we flew, to Lord knows where.
