You woke up to a pounding in your head. You groaned and went to put your hand on your head, when you realized your hands were bound. You struggled to move and you noticed you were tied to a chair. You blinked, trying to remember the memories before you blacked out.
You remembered a man running towards you on the road. He was screaming and flailing his arms desperately.
“You! It’s you!” he screamed.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you had responded, walking away.
He was probably a madman. Or drunk. Either way, you were going to be late for an appointment and didn’t care for any drama.
“Oh no you don’t. I won’t lose you again,” had been the last thing you had heard before blacking out.
The crazy man must have hit you over the head with something.
You were currently in a dark black room and you felt chills up your spine.
“Hello?” you called out, “Hello?”
The lights flickered on and the man from before was a few feet in front of you. He had a creepy smirk on his face and you immediately felt threatened. You didn’t know what to think, so you struggled with the binds.
“Let me go,” you demanded.
“I can’t. Not until you tell me where he is,” the man said.
“Where who is?” you asked, confused.
“The Doctor!” he shouted.
His loud voice caused you to flinch.
“Who is that?’ you asked.
You had never heard of The Doctor before.
“The man you travel with. I just saw you last year on Christmas. You stopped the killer trees,” he prodded.
You gave him a blank look.
“It must have been someone else,” you replied, “And killer trees aren’t real.”
“No, it was you. I remember,” he insisted, angrily, “And they are real. You fought them with some… magic screwdriver.”
“Right,” you said, slowly, trying to take in the crazy, “So i fought off killer trees with a magic screwdriver.”
“Yes! I mean, no. I mean, you did, but…,” the man seemed confused and tried to gather his thoughts.
“You’re crazy,” you spat.
“I am not crazy,” he growled, leaning into your face.
“You are,” you said, holding your ground and getting into his.
The man stood back.
“No matter. I’ll find a way to make you sing like a canary,” he said, grinning and opening a bag of power tools.
You gulped and knew you were probably not going to make it out of this situation.
“I wouldn’t do that if i were you,” a man said.
You looked to see a man in the doorway. The crazy guy’s face flashed with the look of recognition.
“Doctor,” he said, “I knew you’d come for her.”
“I’d save any innocent.” the Doctor said.
“But she isn’t an innocent, she’s your helper. She helped you fight the killer trees last christmas,” the man growled in anger.
“That didn’t happen and i’ve never seen this girl before in my life,” the Doctor said, “So put down the tools and leave her alone.”
“It’s not possible,” the guy said, shaking his head.
“We don’t know each other,” you repeated, “Let me go!”
“Shut up! I’m thinking!” the guy shouted at you.
You groaned and rolled your eyes, slumping into the chair. You were already exhausted.
“I was a bit drunk on Christmas. I could have imagined the whole thing,” the guy mumbled to himself.
“Oh! You were that guy that was drunkenly fighting the christmas tree and i had to pull you off. I left you at a bus stop,” the Doctor recalled.
“Oh my god! I was there! I had been walking home from work, talking to my mother on the phone when is saw that!” you remembered.
The guy blushed.
“That makes a lot more sense,” he said.
“Please let me go now. I won’t press charges. Promise,” you begged.
The restraints to starting to hurt your wrists.
He let you go and ran off. You stood and walked outside with the Doctor. You both grinned at each other.
“We got him good,” the Doctor said to you.
You chuckled and nodded.
“Definitely. That’s one tattle tale down and two more to go,” you said.
You and the Doctor were tricking people who had seen you and wished to expose you to the public and making them forget so you could keep saving people.
The Doctor grabbed your hand.
“Back to the TARDIS,” he said.
You both still had work to do.
