Travel (Doctor Who)

Chapter Five

"Yes?" The Doctor asks as I walk up to him.

"Just a question about the, um, statues."

He nods, adjusting his fake glasses.

"Why should we keep our eyes on them at all times?"

"Well its not required. Just an idea you should really take into consideration."

I stare into his eyes, then back at the statues.

Slowly, I turn my head to face The Doctor.

"It moved." I tell him dryly, and he shakes his head.

"Impossible. No way."

I scoff. Out of all the people that could think such a thing.

Then I realize he must be faking.

"Yeah your probably right. My bad. Oh! That painting over there sure looks cool. I'll just ask a teacher about it so she can draw everyone's attention to it. Instead of the statues. I mean, Its obvious that if they moved, which, of course they don't, they aren't all moving statues. Like that one. Normal."

The Doctor grabs a small long thingy, and a green light comes out of it, scanning me.

"I'm human, as your screwdriver realizes. Anyways, why don't you hop in the TARDIS, go check how they got here. Maybe they were brought here by someone else. Who knows?" I tell him, playing with his mind.

"Have I met you?" He asks, and I laugh. For once, The Doctor wasn't calling all the shots.

Before I reply, Mia rushes over, and snatches my hand.

"Look at the statue!" She bursts, pulling me to the unknown.

As I'm being pulled, I turn to look at The Doctor's confused face, and smile, turning back around.

What I see makes me back up.

It was a girl, her eyes set down, sitting on a bench, kicking her legs, but frozen so the right leg is higher than the left. She has a sad look on her face, and I instantly feel guilty for some reason. Behind her is a woman, with her hand placed on the girl's shoulder.

But that wasn't the weird part.

The weird part, was the title.

At least I thought so.

When I read it, It was a bunch of mixed up, random letters.

oyuahevosemhtnigewawntanloa

"Um, What?" I finally say, and Mia nods.

"I know, right!?"

We stare at it confused until I hear footsteps, and turn to face the girl that sat next to me.

Quite Girl.

She stands besides me, stares at the plate where everything is mixed up scrambled, and with out taking her eyes off the plate, she speaks.

"It makes sense."

"What does?" Mia asks sceptically.

"They're just scrambled words."

"What does it say.."

She turns to face me, and sighs.

"It says you have something they want. Or at least, Alona does."