Hannah: When in Rome

My eyes were in awe. I didn’t know where to look. One minute I’d been in my garden shed right in the centre of what seemed like a tornado and now I was in this wonderful bright, brilliant place with gadgets and gizmos littering the walls and large column that the area circled around.

I turned around and looked at the door behind me. It was the reverse did of the double doors of the police box but the inside certainly didn’t match its exterior; it was far too big, for a start.

As the Doctor rambled on about this and that, with me incapable of stringing a simple sentence along in response, I wandered further into the large space and a sudden rush of adrenalin filled my body. This was all crazily impossible but so evidently real. I was completely and utter new to this… and I loved it already.

The Doctor had mentioned early in the beach house that he was looking for his ship and now he’d confirmed that I was actually inside it. I was amazed. Whoever this mad man was he sure knew how to capture my attention. Every second I spent in his presence I knew that my life would change dramatically. How can you witness something as brilliant as this and then go back to living the same boring, mundane lifestyle you’ve lived your entire life.

He’d told me to watch the blue light tell him when it turned green, something about his ship imploding or what not and that I’d need to run; I still didn’t really understand a single thing he said. I looked at the, what I assumed, was the control panel, and raised my eyebrow in confusion. Which blue light? There were at least seven. I figured, however, that it must be the largest one near the… typewriter? I kept my eyes locked on it but was startled when the entire room turned to an alarming, angry red. The blue light had turned to green.

"Doctor! It's green!" I cried, somehow glued to the spot in horror. What was happening? Was I going to die? I looked over towards the Doctor who was still sprawled underneath the mechanisms of his ship. "Come on!"

"Got it." He yelled, clambering up the stairs and standing by my side. He looked at me briefly before bluntly warning me to get out. He turned to face the control panel.

"But what about you?" I asked, concerned for the wellbeing of this absolutely crazily wonderful stranger. I couldn’t just leave him here and witness his, possibly, imminent death.

"I'll be fine!" he shouted over his shoulder, too transfixed with his precious ship to turn back and look at me again. I rushed towards the double doors and turned back to face where the Doctor stood. There was no way I was going to leave now. No chance of it. I pulled one of the doors open and slammed it shut again. The Doctor didn’t move but he appeared relieved that I was now safe. I smiled that he at least cared for my safety, even though I’d completely ignored any instruction he’d given me.

A whirring sound began to fill my ears and I felt unsteady on my feet, as though the room we stood in was moving. I clung to the wall and waited for the ground to settle. Once still again, I gradually approached the control panel, where the Doctor remained and peered at the small screen he’d pulled down. A location and date was typed across the screen: Ancient Rome, 134AD. What!?

“It’s Ancient Rome!” I shrieked, my excitement taking over my entire body. The Doctor spun around to look at me, shocked at my sudden outburst. Opps, I’d forgotten that he didn’t know I was still here. I laughed nervously, “Sorry.”

He was about to say something, when the ship began to shake again, this time hurtling the Doctor and I threw the air and locking us to the far side of the ship, the double doors straight up in front of us.

I turned to face the Doctor and he stared back at me with a mix of disappointment and frustration spread across his face. “I told you to run.”

“I decided not to.” I responded.

“You could have died, Hannah.” He shouted, beginning to stand up on the side of the wall. I suppressed a giggle at the humor of it all as this was neither the time nor the place.

“But I didn’t,” I retaliated, standing up. We stood eye to eye and a smiled a coy smile, “and seeing as I’m still alive, maybe you’d like to explain how we get out of your ship and how exactly we’ve managed to get to Ancient Rome because, the last time I checked, any normal person couldn’t.”

“Believe me, Hannah, I’m no normal person. I’m the Doctor.”

“And I’m Hannah Kensington, joint honors History and Drama student and I’ve got a unit on Ancient Rome coming up soon so I figure you’ve hit the jackpot and this is my lucky day. So, come one and let’s get out of here.”

The Doctor stared back at me bewildered: “You talk a lot.”

“And bowties are silly.”

“Hey, bowties aren’t silly. Bowties are cool.”

“Not as cool as Ancient Rome.” I giggled and rushed past the door, looking up towards the double doors. Placing my hands on my hips I scoured the room, looking for something that might help to get us to the top. The Doctor, on the other hand, was now attempting the scale the floor – now our obstacle wall – to try and get to the top. I rolled my eyes and spotted an array of items that had fallen from the control panel a few feet away from where I stood. I picked them up and admired them. One was a small silver device that looked a little battered and well used with a small green light at one end and the other was a hand held, gun-like device with a claw type grip at one end. I placed the silver device in my pocket aimed the gun shaped contraption up towards the doors and fired. The claw ejected from the device and locked onto the side of the wall just above the door. It had done just want I’d hoped it would do. The Doctor paused in his attempts and stared back at me.

“What did you do that for? That’s going to have left a mark. And where did you find that?”

“Over there with some other stuff,” I replied. I pressed a green button on the side of the handheld device and I was propelled a couple metres into the air. I laughed and looked down at the Doctor, lowering myself down again by pushing the red button beside it, “and does it matter if it’s going to leave a mark as I’ve just found our way out of here.”

The Doctor sulked, taking the device from my hand and lifting me up onto his back: “my way would have been a lot more fun.” He pressed the green button and we went hurtling up towards the doors. Once at the top, I pulled the doors opened and flung myself out into the bright sunshine of what definitely looked like Ancient Rome. The Doctor was soon by my side and, to my surprise, was smiling.

“When in Rome…” I uttered under my breath.

The End

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