Professional Fangirl

Chapter 9

That night was wonderful. Mostly. After I feel asleep, I slept like a rock. The sheets were made of silk and so were the pajamas that they supplied us with. I almost slipped out of bed a few time! The pillows were so fluffy, though, like they were filled with feathers, which they probably were.

So sleeping was fine, but falling asleep was the problem.

I kept thinking about what the Doctor said. About how he has bad history with this place. What does he mean? And what about that little boy...sleeping alone in a strange place...thinking he's going to get killed by kids older and twice his size...

It makes me sad, depressed almost. I can't help but crying. The Doctor hears me, and moves around in his bed. I get a glance of his face when he turns around. He's not looking at me, but he looks worried. About me? Is he worried about me? About why I'm crying? But that little boy...Andrew...

I can't believe any of this. I know I've already said that, but I just can't. I can't believe that I met the man from my favorite TV show and completely embarrass myself in front of him. This is extremely overwhelming.

After a fall asleep, I have a dream that I'm back home. With my family. It's nice, but I feel like something is missing. When I wake up at 6am I realize it's the Doctor.

I wake up and rub my eyes. I see a fuzzy figure standing in front of me. "Good morning, Doctor." I say smiling. I can't see him but I'm sure it's him. I rub my eyes some more to get the morning fuzziness out of my eyes and then scream.

It's not the Doctor.

It's two men in white suits of armor. Peacekeepers.

"Ah!!" I yell. They stand perfectly still.

"What are you doing here, in my hotel room?!" I scream.

They stare at me, expressionless. "We have orders from the president to evacuate you. You are here illegally, you didn't pay to be here. How did you get in?"

Um.

I stare at then with my mouth hanging open.

"President Snow heard that someone was staying without paying. Are you here alone?" The ask.

I'm too stunned to answer. After a minute or so I realize that they asked me a question and mutter out, "Oh no, it's just me"

"Very well." One of them says. "Thank you for being honest."

And then I black out.