Travel (Doctor Who)

Chapter Six

"Who's they?" Mia asks, and my eyes go wide.

"The angels." I whisper, and as Mia raises an eyebrow, I voice booms from behind us, making me jump.

"Actually, not just them. Someone else. And they didn't bring them here on purpose that's for sure. They sent something here from an alternate dimension, and the angels just tagged along."

We both turn to face The Doctor, but instead of wearing his uniform, he's wearing a tweed jacket, and a bow-tie.

"Really." Mia scoffs. "A bow tie."

"Hey!" I yell at the same time The Doctor goes "Oi!"

Then, on sync, we both say the famous four words.

"Bow ties are cool."

The Doctor straightens his bow tie as Mia rolls her eyes, not knowing what to expect next.

Instantly, Doctor jumps up, putting pep in his step as he circles the sad statues with his screwdriver in hand, telling us to stare at it constantly.

"Don't blink." He tells us, and I smile.

"Anything?" Mia asks, acting bored but we all heard the hint of excitement and curiosity in her.

"No, not yet. Uh, what ever your name is. Fluffy socks. Can you come here for a bit? Need help."

I die inside. He noticed the fluffy socks.

"Sure." I say, and walk over to where the back of the bench is.

Before he speaks, I stop him.

"It's Eva, by the way."

His eyebrows knit, as if he had a thought but it was blown away immediately by my name.

"Then who's Alona?"

I blush, and slowly raise my hand.

"Now why would you do that?" He asks, and I'm instantly confused.

"What?"

"Call yourself Eva. I like Alona. It fits you." He says, studying me, and I feel my face go red.

"That's great. Anyways," I start, changing the subject completely. "Why'd you ask who Alona was?"

He sighs. "Well, first, the title says 'you have something we want Alona.' Not to mention the carved note." He points to the back of the bench, and I notice the small print.

We're here Alona. Blink. Just. Blink. This isn't one of your Fairy Tales.

I stumble back, and someone remember a quote London told me a while ago.

"This is the kind of Fairy Tale without a happy ending."

I can't remember when or where she said it to me, but the sentence is printed into my brain, with the new on by it's side.

"Why'd you come here?" The Doctor asked, pulling me out of my daze.

"Why did you?" I say, directing the question to him.

"I didn't. The TARDIS dragged me here. There were some sort of readings radiating off of this place."

I shrug, and we have a moment of silence, until we are disrupted by a pained voice.

"Um, guys? I hope you know I never win at staring contests."

The Doctor pops up, his cheerful face back, as if it never left.

"That's wonderful!" He says, radiating joy.

But in that joy, a tiny piece of loss and despair slithers out, hiding, just waiting to pounce again.

I shake my head off of the thought, and grin, until I hear the teacher yell out at everyone.

"Alright everyone! Go to the next room for lunch!"

My eyes turn wide, along with Mia's, Quite Girl's, and The Doctor's.

"Um, guys? I'd hate to be the last ones here. Just saying. We don't know which are weeping angels, and which aren't. Not to mention if almost all of these are, I'm praying you guys have eyes that can concentrate on more than one thing."

I do a quick turn to check on how many people are in the room, and see everyone stuffing themselves into the doors, causing a block.

"Run?" Mia says, noticing we're far from the doors.

"Run." I tell her, hoping my converse were tied.

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"Basically, that's it." I say, done filling Mia up on weeping angels.

"Woh. How do know so much about them?"

I think of a way to answer that question without blowing my cover. "Oh, I musta read it somewhere." I give a quick glance at The Doctor, standing at the side with an amused look on his face, enjoying the awful lies I'm telling.

We eat in silence for the next bit, until Mia's eyes turn huge, and we all look at her.

"Guys?" She says, her hand shaking, with goosebumps covering her arm.

"What is it..." I ask, aware.

"Where's Ella?"

I get up from the table in search for her, not able to find her gold locks anyways.

"There!" Mia yells, pointing at a small figure, about to open the doors to the angels.

"Ella!" We both yell at the top of her lungs, running over to her. She turns to face us with a confused look on her face.

"What is it?"

"Where are you going?" I ask, panting.

"To get my purse... I forgot it by the crying boy statue." She says slowly, wondering if we took our meds today.

We were about 10 feet away when she did it. We couldn't stop her. El opened the door, and walked inside, shutting it behind her.

And the last thing we heard from her, were four simple words.

"Hey! The statues moved!"

That's when Mr.Khalik calls us over to look at some painting.

"Okay guys," He says, once we're all huddled around the painting. "The people in this painting are the ones who studied the statues, and started this museum waaayyy back."

There are two people standing in the portrait, a man and woman. The woman wearing a Victorian dress, with a depressed look on her face.

In the background, on the walls, I see writing that I point out to Mia and The Doctor.

It wasn't your fault. The angels just want something you have.

That's when I tilt my head down, and read the names titled.

John Harold Clark and Eleanor Marie Clark.