The Doctor and the T.A.R.D.I.S.

The Eleventh hour

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The Doctor and the T.A.R.D.I.S Soul

The Eleventh Hour

The windmill turns slowly and our garden is overgrown, but I don't think our aunt is going to do anything about it. Amelia sat next to me at the side of the bed with and oddly patterned quilt mixes of greens reds blues and other colors ,she bows her head and clasps her hands together, following her lead do the same.

"Dear Santa, thank you for the dolls, and pencils, and the fish. It's Easter now, so I hope we didn't wake you. But honest, it is an emergency. There's.. a crack in my wall..... Aunt Sharon says it's just an ordinary crack but, we know it's not," she pauses trying to make sense of it or maybe to put it in the write words " because at night there's voices. So please, please could you send someone to fix it, or a policeman or a..?" The crack in our room did scare me, not because of the voice, but because it's like two parts of space and time pressed together that should have never touched. I keep my thoughts to myself though, I'm not sure how I know this but it just popped into my head. Maybe I'm sick or something. A sound could be heard it sounded like something was in pain. At the same time a pain in my chest grew

A loud crash came from outside, "Back in a moment." she stood up, grabbed the flashlight off her nightstand next to the bed. She slightly ran over to the window i stand in place holding my hands over my chest it hurt but not enough to cry. It was hard for me to caught my breath i would say.

"Thank you Santa." I heard Amelia exclaim as she put on a jacket, and a hat to keep her warm. I put on some flats and start to walk out of our bedroom in nothing but my nighty and shoes.

" You can't go out there like that!" She scoffed. I shrug my shoulders and walk down the stairs. I grabbed two flashlights. I stand by the front door waiting for Amelia

Thump, thump, thump, I heard her run down the stairs. "Here," she shoves a red jacket, similar in style to hers,in my face. I take it, not wanting to fight, and put it on. I handed her a flashlight and head out the door before she could even put her left boot on.

I see our shed has been crushed under a large blue box. And I hear a small hum, it strangely relaxes me.

"Hey why didn't you wait for me?!?!" Amelia cried at me.

"Sorry," was all I said. I don't want to upset her, and i didn't mean to either

"You don't have to say you're sorry all the time, now come on." She pulled me by the arm towards the blue box.

"Thank you." I said looking up at the sky, we had forgot to thank Santa, so might as well do it now, right?

We waited, not very long, as the door suddenly flung open. Amelia backs up a bit in shock while I just stand there. A grappling hook is thrown towards Amelia almost hitting her. It latches onto a lawn mower. We watch as a hand grabs the edge, followed by a man's face, he was soaked to the bone, water dripped from his hair. ' why is he wet?' i questioned myself

"You look familiar." I say quietly, in a voice i knew Amelia wouldn't be able to hear.

"Can I have an apple? All I can think about. Apples. I love apples. Maybe I'm having a craving. That's new. Never had cravings before." his face was filled with excitement but confusion all at once. He looked like i probably did, Amelia on the other hand had nothing but pure confusion. He lifted himself up then swings his legs over the edge and looks back down into the box.