Abbie skipped out of the Tardis and into the cool morning air. She wore a long midnight purple coat that reached the tips of her knees. The Doctor, in contrast to what he wore the previous day, was sporting a dark night blue suit.
He swung the door of the phone-booth shut and began to stroll down the street. "Abbie. Abbie, Abbie, Abbie. Little red headed Abbie. My dearest little red headed Abbie. Where would you like to go shopping on this tremendous morning?" His tone was cheerful, as usual.
Ms Beach however felt it was too cheerful. "What is the catch Doctor? You never take me shopping." She paused to take a breath, something the Doctor never seemed to do. She continued. "I did not even know Time Lords went shopping!"
The man smiled as he hopped over a puddle. "I did not hear any rain last night. Did you? Perhaps I should have brought an umbrella.... I like umbrellas. Fantastic invention. I never would have thought of something that brilliant to prevent myself from ge...."
"Doctor! Shut up and answer my question. There is a catch isn't there? Now tell me." The Doctor got the slightest feeling that it might have been a rhetorical question, but answered it anyway.
"Yes there is a catch. But! It is only a teenie weenie tiny little insignificant one that you need pay so little attention to it will be like it never happened. Maybe." He grinned at her, trying to convince the Irish girl that it would be fine.
She did not buy it. "What do you mean there is a catch. Every time we go to do something me related there is a catch. Well, spit it out...." The Doctor took a deep breath, as if getting ready to spit it out. "Please not literally though." He exhaled and linked her arm.
"Well." He began, and in the same moment he started talked, the Doctor twisted her around so that she faced a school. "I like surprises as much as I like guessing games. And guessing games are tonnes of fun. So lets play a game. Because as you know, from me just telling you, I like games." She hesitated and, much to her joy, let the Doctor continue.
"Why not try a little deduction. It doesn't have to be a massive deduction, if you get 13% of the overall situation right without flaws, errors or little, annoying, frustrating mistakes. I will tell you the remaining 82%." He raised his free hand and pointed towards the school.
"Doctor wait." He dropped his arm back to his side. "82 and 13 does not add up to 100." She pointed out.
"I know. You didn't think I made a mistake did you?" He asked jokingly. "I do not know everything. Despite what some people..." He looked at her. "Think. So I left a little room for the stuff I do not know. 5% of room to be a little exact. Now." He raised his arm. "The school."
He stopped linking her and raised both of his hands and pointed them at the school. "Deduce!" He started waving his arms from the school to her and back again, as if doing some odd ritualistic dance.
Abbie just looked at him. "I really thought you couldn't get any stranger, and then you do this."
"Oh if you think this is weird, you should have seen me at the Martian Kharagwa Ball back when I was just a wee 200 year old Time Lord." He joked.
Abbie smiled. "Well I coul..."
The Doctor was stern. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Did I mention? NO." He returned to his dance. "Deduce!"
Abbie sighed and looked at the school. It was a fairly normal, English middle school. She could make out a couple of teenagers in various classrooms about the place. A teacher here and there standing by the windows. She went to speak when the Doctor cut her off.
"Oh you were so close, but no."
She turned and looked at him. "What do you mean 'no' Doctor? I haven't said anything yet!"
He walked towards the school gate. "You didn't have to say anything at all, ever. Because no matter what you were going to say, it was wrong."
She thought this over as she followed after him. "What if i said, 'You're right Doctor'."
He stopped mid-step, his foot hung in the air. "Well played m'dear, well played indeed." He let his foot fall and he continued towards the school.
"Doctor," her tone was inquisitive. "Why are we here? At this school."
He did not break stride as he answered. "Why do people go to school?" He answered her question, with a question of his own.
"Ehm... To learn."
He cried out. "Oh so close again. But we are here to educate!"
"Who are we teaching?" She sounded a little unsure, not quite convinced by the Doctor, yet.
"Oh just one person. One curly haired girl."
The receptionist was not convinced. "So you're telling me, you're here to tutor Samantha Holmes in ... Astrology?"
The Doctor smiled at the woman. She was about fifty four, a little plump and married. She had a motherly feel about her and thus was cautious when it came to strange men.
"Just check your files back there, I should be listed." She turned around and quite quickly the Doctor drew his sonic screwdriver from his upper pocket and pointed it at the computer. It whizzed a little louder than the Doctor would have hoped, but he had it back in his pocket before she whirled around.
"I have nothing back there on you Sir." She looked at him suspiciously.
He tapped the monitor on the desk. "Why not check this old gal?"
She glared at him. "Oh! Oh no! I did not cal...."
It was Abbie that spoke. "Just shut up. You've said enough." She gave the receptionist a reassuring smile. The woman appeared not to be in a good mood.
"Ah here you are. Alright Mr... Doctorious?" She was suddenly unconvinced.
He smiled awkwardly. "It is... Hungarian. Yes. My father was Hungarian. Strange fellow, don't really remember him, died when I was young.... He had a mustache though. It was big and curly, brown with little white hairs hiding in there."
The woman sighed, obviously tired of the back and forth conversation and handed them both passes. "Try not to cause any trouble."
Abbie couldn't hold back a laugh.
The Doctor looked at the receptionist. "Thank you. No trouble will be caused. I promise you."
Again, Abbie laughed.
The Doctor smiled. "Sorry, she does that."