Time Traveling with a Mad Man

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 When my eyes opened; it was at first blurry. Where am I,I thought at first tiredly struggling to get a clear view of the room.I then came to a sudden and slow realization what my current location is. My current location is definitely not outside near a theater door in the morning. This TARDIS interior has a  lighter tint color of orange that reminded me of SpongeBob SquarePants pineapple.There was a gray transparent  tube coming out of the TARDIS table science-y gear decorations going up and down.

There was a light gray and black leveler standing out from the science-y decoration.This leveler seemed rather simple for a slide up and a slide down using force.It was much different from Chinny Doctor's golden and imaginary interior TARDIS. I saw Rose in pajamas tapping her foot lightly at the 2nd doorway. I really do feel tired.

"Doctor,what brings the--" Rose then stops seeing me. "Where was she?"

"Near a theater." I recognized this voice belonging to the man in the leather coat.

My eyelids closed. The voices were lower and the  low pitched wheezing from the TARDIS seemed so alluring into sleep.Bright lights shined through my eyelids so basically the TARDIS woke me up on the freaking comfy chair. So much for getting sleepy and very comfortable only to be waken up by a time machine.Basically I tipped out of the chair landing straight on my face.

"That doesn't hurt." I said, sitting up right.

The Doctor came down the hallway holding a orange glass circular item in his hand.

"The old girl woke you up?" The Doctor asks.

"Probably." I said. "So I assume you read the wall."

The Doctor smiles leaning against the decorate-y frame and put the  orange glass ball on the table.

"Your handwriting was in an Alien Language that spooked  an entire city in two centuries." The Doctor said.

"So you're telling me that my note spooked an entire city enough in it's audacious horrid handwriting style  that you time traveled to exactly five minutes after I fell asleep and took me into the TARDIS." I summarized what he had just told me. I can tell he was wondering 'how did she know it had been five minutes?' just by his facial reaction to my chatter. "Logical guess at this point."

"You're different." The Doctor said the obvious.

"Eh," I said, with a little shrug.  "Its something that not many people like to read, well, actually have to socialize with."

"Huh?" The Doctor said, folding his arms.  "What do you mean?"

"I am a nose picker, a kleptomaniac, and a girl going off into danger." I said. "Most people wouldn't want to befriend someone who picks their nose. Even after attending seven schools."

"Seven." The Doctor said,

I nod.

"Yes." I said, with  shrug. "It is not all that impressive."

"I attended quite a few in my youth." The Doctor said.

"Can you change?" I ask the Doctor.

"What?" The Doctor asks.

"I mean, turn into different people." I said.  "I had this weird dream about meeting someone else named the Doctor, and then, before you  were not in dream I met someone who must be you but younger!" I didn't get what I was even saying but it didn't make sense. Well maybe I did.  "Nerdy'ish. No wait that was the chinny guy."

"I like the name chinny." The Doctor said, repeating the name. I can just tell that The Doctor would enjoy nicknaming someone that. Oh boy he wouldn't hear the end of it.  "The chin, the nose, and the legs."

Yet he wasn't answering my question.

I see what he's doing there.

"And the heart." I said.

"That's in the inside." The Doctor said.

"I know." I said, coming around the console. "So..." I tap my fingers on the console ever so boredly. "Do you happen to have a breakfast bar?" I could hear my stomach grumble first thing in the morning in human time. Or TARDIS time; since the TARIDS is a time machine. "I am hungry."

Food comes first before adventure.

Always!