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A Week with the Doctor



A Week with the Doctor







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Go to the deepest, most secluded, hiding behind that old sweater under your bed, place within your imagination. Even there, you couldn't, wouldn't, shouldn't dream what I have dreamt. Unimaginable to spend seven days with a time travelling alien, but this is what happened:



Monday: Just before sunrise, my door bell rang. Not fully awake, I arose and answered the door, thinking to myself, "Self, who could be at my door this early in the morning?"



"Acme Power Brush Corporation official prize patrol."



"What's that?", I queried.



"The answer to your question."



"But, I didnt ask you a question, I just opened the door", I was just talking to myself, wasn't I.



"My credentials...", the man at the door replied as he flashed me his identification. Yup, Acme Power something, something.



He continued, "You sir, have won our grand prize this year, show him the oversized cheque for a gratuitous amount". The man turned as if he was talking to someone behind him. "Ah, yes, I left the prize in my vehicle. If you follow me we can proceed with the proceedings, er, follow me".



"I'm still in my jammies", I protested.



"Don't dilly dally, we don't have much time, actually we have all the time, er, come along".



Still in a bit of a mind fog due to the earliness of this interruption, I followed the man. He was quite the curious lot, his gait was indescibable, his accent was... couldn't place it, average height, average weight. He could have been anybody.



"After you sir.", He gestured to me to enter his closet.



"You said in your vehicle, this is a police box.", I was still confused.



"You say potato, I say peach cobbler. Time is ticking, tick tock, tick tock.", he rushed me into his closet.



"As I crossed the threshold, my eyes open full, taking in the fantastic enormity of it all. Round circles, on the walls, strobing lights, gears, gadgets, buttons, and levers. Stairs that lead to nowhere, corridors that stretch farther than I could see. And all I could say is, "It's bigger on the inside!"



"We must return to pick her up. Surely, she has found it by now.", The man stated.



"Who?"



"Clara"



"Clara? Who's that? My Cheque, didn't we come for my cheque?", several questions left my mouth.



"Cheque, no, no, you didn't win a cheque, you won a trip to Mexicaca...", his volume lowered to the point that I could not understand what he was saying. All the while, he was pressing buttons and fiddling with levers.





Around me the machine groaned and wheezed, a noise I found strangely reassuring. The roof clicked and whirred as the man fussed with the console.



"Excuse me...but is your vehicle moving? It's just I haven't brought my ID and if we're going on a trip..."



His head poked out from the other side of the center console, wearing a bemused expression,



"Why would you need ID if you're going on a trip in a TARDIS? If you're going to travel with me you'll need to start making sense!"



And once again his hands were flying across the controls.

siriously do you not know anything about my transportation systyem

thought the docter, "Are you sure this is safe"

"Partraxis!"



"Parda what-what?", I asked.



"We're here", answered the doctor, "Partraxis!"



Just then, the doors opened wildly and a young lady rushed in. "We need to leave, quicky". She announced as she shut the doors behind her.