Time Traveling with a Mad Man

The Doctor

No one would picture themselves meeting an actual time traveler; let alone Doc and Marty. A ten year old such as me would only fantasy about it. Science Fiction can have its kicks and pro's at some aspects, but this is truly out of this world. A Time Traveler calling himself the Doctor  came in to my life when these talking garbage cannons with a tank shooter suddenly came about screeching about some silly subject.

Something along the lines of 'Exterminate!'

"Hey, Doctor!" I call out, running after The Doctor--he had forgotten his 'sonic'--while carrying the mall handle shaped item that had three claws stuck to this green orby item.

There was the big blue box.

That same big blue box is disappearing from sight.

I nearly stopped in my tracks recognizing where I had seen it. It was in a TV show with this big guy who had a golden stop watch and black hair;and he had two friends who were present in the hour long television episode.I recalled clicking the info-button and seeing the words 'Doctor Who' in fine white print that also indicated it is a hour long.There were some beasts that came from below through this large red hole that dragged anyone down in that same television episode leading into 'Doctor Who'.

This is the same big blue box that dude started to go into.

I hurried through the already open doors yelling "You're too young to be getting Alzheimer's!'"

"I am not old." The Doctor said, turned towards me. You know he said that exactly as I came to a halt beside him holding the sonic in my open hands. "I am young."

I heard this wheezing and odd noise as the big blue box shook from side to side ever so lightly. I barely noticed the change if it wasn't for the light change color tune.Second off I was alerted because the doors had pulled themselves closed by some weird form of miracle.

"Well, Doctor Who." I said, getting a quizzical look from The Doctor. Looks as though I am not being tricked or fooled by a camera crew. "I am ten years old." I raise my eyebrows while looking up to The Doctor.  "Is that old?"

The Doctor takes the sonic.

"You are a young child." The Doctor said, putting the sonic into his coat pocket.

"Wouldn't that be old in human years?" I ask, lowering my eyebrow.

"Old in human years is one hundred eleven." The Doctor said.

I decided to mess with the Doctor just for the fun of it.

"Lieees." I said, glancing towards the endless planthora of buttons and machinery that seemed to dance curious adventures and endless curiosity.

"Fine, it is fifty-nine." The Doctor said.

I look up towards the Doctor with this huge grin.

"Liee." I said.  "You're really a aliarholic."

The Doctor scoffles.

"Sixty." The Doctor said.

"Lieee." I said, again.

"Fifty-three." The Doctor said.

"Liiee." I said.

"Twenty." The Doctor said.

Sounds like a reasonable number.

"Okay." I said, with a loose shrug.

The Doctor looks at me strangely, as though I had came in using the magic school bus wearing camouflage that was too standing out than blending in. Hah that reminds too much of Mrs Frizzle on her wild educational field trips. It was as though this time traveler was analyzing me using his very expensive realistic eyes built straight from Metal. I can't be sure he's a robot ripped outta Terminator. But thanks to his odd look I noticed he didn't have eyebrows.

"Doctor, why do you not have eyebrows?" I ask.