The Eleventh Hour That Never Passed [ON HOLD]

Amelia Pond

It was 8:00 Pm, stars were out and an 8 year old Amelia Jessica Pond was leaning against her bed saying her usual nighty prayer.

"Dear Santa. Thank you for the dolls and pencils and the fish. It's Easter now, so I hope I 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 I know it's not, because at night there's voices, so please, please, could you send someone to fix it? Or a policeman. Or a..." All of a sudden little Ameila heard a strange noise coming from outside, almost sounding like the sky weezing.

VWOOOORP VWOOOORP WVOOORP WVOOOORPSHHHH BOOOM CRASH!!!!

Outside she heard a loud bang followed by a crash, as if something fell right out of the sky. Maybe an alien? She peeked out the window and saw a big blue box in the place of her old shed, debris smothered across the floor. Santa must have heard her prayers. "Thank you Santa."

"Back in a moment." She picked up a torch and ran out her room and down the stairs, and stood in front of the big door. She flicked on the light, and the bright white torch illuminated her front door. She opened it and slowly walked out to investigate, her heart beating quickly in her chest. Walking into her front yard she saw the big blue box on it's side, atop her wooden shed, hundreds of wooden pieces across the dirt floor.

CREAK!!

Two doors flung open outwards quickly from the mysterious blue box and what appeared to be hands were hanging from the bottom of it. "Are you alright?" She questioned the mysterious hands with a little worry in her voice, unknowing of what might appear.

"Never better!" echoed the mysterious hands from inside the box. He pulled himself up and kicked his dirty white trainers over the rim of the box and sat there soaking wet, and looking very confused. The stranger had dark brown perfect hair that stood up as if by magic "Oh...hello." the man said with a smile to the little ginger girl. He was wearing tight brown pinstripe suit, although looking much tighter due to it being soaking wet, the first button was fastened.

"Are you a police man?" She asked

"No...are we in Scotland." The man asked with a scottish accent.

"No, England, it's rubbish."

"Oh, thank god I didn't want to keep that up, anyway hello," he said switching to a London accent. He hopped off the box and landed feet first on the dirt.

"Why are you soaking wet?"

"I dunno, must've been a malfunction in the system placement override, the swimming pool was in the library, I really need to get that checked..." He said in a low whispery voice.

"Sorry what...?" The 8 year old questioned looking extremely puzzeled.

"Oh right...that's my "space...ship" long story, anyways what's your name?"

"Amelia Pond."

"Ohh brilliant name, mind you, i've met many Amelias, Amelia Earhart oh she was fun, could realy fly a plane. Actually do you have anything to eat? Anything but pears, sorry post regenration trauma feeding back through my internalized digestive system, i'm aghhh..." He groaned and fell to the floor

"Post regenewhat?" Now she really very confused

"Very complicated." He said in an annoyed tone and hooped back to his feet

"Wait, who are you?"

"I'm the Doctor, and i'm hungry, c'mon Allons-y!"

"Whatever." Amelia replied baerly understanding a single word he said.