The Return of the Time Lady- Sequel to the Seer

Chapter Three: The Pocketwatch (Doctor's POV)

Chapter Three: The Pocketwatch (Doctor's POV)

It's been six months and thirteen days since the Seer died. Six months and thirteen days since I let myself be taken over and murdered the only one left who had known me on Gallifrey.

I would have gone mad if it wasn't for the pocketwatch. I thank the stars every day that I was able to complete the funerary ritual. Thanks to my father, who taught me, I was able to enclose my sister's spirit in the watch, and keep her soul with me until I die.

All the same, every month I went back to San Fransisco to mourn. The Seer never really understood why, as I still had her spirit. But she didn't understand that I was mourning the fact that I would never be able to touch, hug, or even see my sister in a physical form again, thanks to me.

Every month, I explained this to her. And every month, she still complained. But on the six month anniversary, she didn't complain. In fact, when I told her I was considering not going this month to try and move on, she actually insisted that I go to San Fransisco and follow her instructions.

So I obediently flew my TARDIS, told Amy and Rory to stay in, as I would be back in half an hour or so, and walked out. The Seer told me which streets to walk on. I was understandably confused.

'Where are you leading me, sister?' I asked in my mind. She did not reply.

Suddenly, a girl slammed into me. Neither of us had been really paying attention to where we were going, so I wasn't angry.

"I'm so sorry, sir!" She gasped.

That voice sounded very familiar. She frowned slightly as she stared at my clothes, then looked at my face. I felt my features so slack with shock. Her ginger hair, beautiful blue eyes, and perfect complexion were one that I would never forget. It was the Seer- it was Trellya.

'How is this possible?' I asked my sister's soul in my mind as I stared at my sister.

'It simply is. Talk to her.' She replied with a hint of amusement in her voice.

"I- but- Trellya?" I stammered. I smacked myself mentally. Stammering her name? She'll laugh at me. Is she from the future? I thought. Of course that still doesn't explain how she was dead and how she's staring at me, very much alive, now.

Instead of giggling at my confusion and saying yes, she stared at me in shock and horror. "Who are you? How do you know my name?" She whispered, backing up.

I felt as though she'd hit me, very hard, with her fist. "You- you don't know who I am?" I asked in a tiny voice. My head was swimming with horror and confusion. If she didn't recognize me, she couldn't be from my future. Had she been transformed by the Chameleon Arch?

"I've never seen you before in my life." She said coldly. I felt my shoulders slump, but she continued. "I mean, the only place I've ever seen someone wearing clothes something like that is in my dreams."

My head snapped up. Dreams? Another symptom of the Chameleon Arch. "Dreams?" I asked, noting how Trellya looked as though she wished she hadn't told me that. "Do you- have them often?"

I figured she'd ignore me, but instead she snapped, "Every night."

'Listeb to her heartbeat.' Whispered the Seer in my head.

I considered. 'But she's almost certainly a human because of the Chameleon Arch! She'll only have one heart!'

'Just do it.' She snapped. I sighed, and put my head to her chest, listening. Trellya gasped in anger and slapped the top of my head. I pulled away, but not until I had ears what I had been listening for- her heart.