A Fantasy of a Nightmare (Doctor Who fanfiction)

Chapter 2

I trudge back to the room that is shared with about a dozen other girls, feeling weary. Wind blows through the open windows and dances through the empty room like a graceful ballerina putting on a show. I pull on my only dress, a red one that's faded to almost a pink and drag a brush through my hair while pinning it back into a respectable knot. On my way back out, I take a glance into the only mirror in the room. Sophie had taken it for herself a long time ago, claiming that she was "the prettiest one here" and that the rest of us wouldn't be able to look in it without giving us seven years bad luck. In the warped reflection of the silver glass, I see that my eyes have lost their usual inquisitive gleam. I look... Hopeless. Defeated. Shoulders slumped, I trudge back out and let the stream of noise from the mess hall engulf me. Halfway down the stairs, I hear a strange noise. I swivel on the heels of my worn shoes. There's a translucent image of a big blue box at the top of the steps and with every chime of the noise, it's like it's a little bit more *there*. When the noise finally stops, there's a big blue box sitting at the top of the steps. I'm not familiar with the design. It looks as if someone took a blue rectangle and shoved a whole bunch of other rectangles into it at random. But I have to stop and stare. It's the box from my dreams. The door opens with a creak, and out steps a man wearing a tweed suit and bow tie. He smiles, "Hello. I'm the Doctor."