“The Doctor?” I repeat, confused. “Who names their kid ‘The Doctor’?” ‘The Doctor’ just looks at me; it appears that he’s had this conversation before.

“I named myself ‘The Doctor.’ I like that name don’t you?” He said. I thought about it for a moment. It is a nice name, but it’s really strange, Doctor is a title; that must be confusing sometimes, I mean, he confused me. But it’s unusual, very few people have titles for names…it’s actually a very cool name. Not something you hear everyday.

“It’s a brilliant name!” I said, finally. “It’s very nice to officially meet you, Doctor.” I held out my hand, he took it and we shook hands. All this time we both have been standing next to the bench on the side of the street, not having moved since standing up. I noticed, and sat down again. I figured our conversation was over so I took out my notebook and prepared my pen. I looked around to find a new subject to write about.

The Doctor was still standing next to the bench. He was thinking about something. I doodled on the corner of my paper and waited for him to say what was on his mind. After a few minutes he sat on the bench next to me. I kept my eyes on my doodle. We sat in silence for a little while.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“Allison,” I sate simply.

“Well, Allison, how do you feel about time travel?” He asks dramatically. I turn to look at him.

“It’d be cool if it existed.” I try to be diplomatic about it. He seems to take the answer well, sitting back on the bench, relaxed. We say nothing for a few minutes, but eventually my curiosity gets the better of me.

“Why did you ask about Time Travel?” 

The Doctor didn’t even think before answering.

“Time travel is fun!”

I just shook my head at that, there’s no such thing as time travel, not in public anyways.

“As if you know,” I say. The Doctor grinned at me.

“Allison, you have no idea.” He kept grinning. I just watched as he jumped off the bench, full of energy. He held out his hand to me, I took it and he pulled me off the bench.  And we started across the street. We got to the brick wall and he dropped my hand.

“Do you want to travel with me?” He asked seriously.

“Travel where?”

“Wherever you want to go,” He grinned again and disappeared around the corner. I followed. Around the corner stood a large, blue, wooden box. It was a few feet taller than the Doctor, and about four feet long on all sides. There were two doors on the front. The Doctor stands ready to open the doors, grinning from ear to ear.

“A box?” I said skeptically. He just nodded, still grinning. I cross my arms, His grin faded a little when he saw my reaction to the box, but became even wider as he opened the door, he slipped inside through the small opening he made and disappeared, not letting me see inside. I could hear some whirrs and bangs as he didsomethinginside the box.

“Come along Allison!” He calls. I slipped through the door, expecting to run into something in the crowded box, as soon as I was in the door I stopped dead. The Doctor bounded up to me and closed the door.

“Welcome aboard the Tardis!” He said.  I take a couple of steps forward, taking a moment to look around the huge, impossible room. It was hexagonal at least ten meters across, and very tall. Up a ramp to the left was a hallway leading to somewhere, I couldn’t see where, in the center of the room was a raised glass platform that held an overly happy Doctor and an odd panel of, well it looked full of junk. In the center of the panel was a huge glass column and inside the column was a blown glass object. The Doctor pushed some buttons and the glass thing started going up and down inside the column and the whole room started to rattle around. I grabbed onto the railing surrounding the glass platform so I wouldn’t fall over. Suddenly the rattling stopped and I lost my grip on the railing, falling on the floor.

“Ha-ha! That’s new!” The Doctor exclaimed. I just glared at him, getting to my feet.

“Have we moved? Where are we?” I asked

“Have a look.” He nodded at the door. I reached for the handle, trying to catch a glimpse of the window, but it was fogged glass so I couldn’t see anything. I opened the door. My breath caught in my throat. Stars. All I could see were stars, all the glitter of the galaxy floated around me. I leaned forward, as far out of the door that I could, holding onto the doorframe for support.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” The Doctor’s voice comes from right behind me. I jump, nearly losing my grip. I just nod in answer to his question, still staring at the stars. Suddenly a thought occurs to me, I lean back into the room.

“How can we breathe?” I ask

“I’ve extended the air-shield around the door.” He replies casually. I turn around completely to face him.

“Where to next?” I ask, excited at the possibilities. He looks at me, flabbergasted.

“You’re in space, and you’re wondering ‘where to next?’ You don’t want to pause and enjoy the moment?” He has a good point. I sit in the doorframe, feet hanging out into space. He sits next to me, leaning back on his hands. We sit in silence for a few minutes, watching the universe. I think about saying a few things but change my mind; it’s nice just to sit. I think. I lean back so I lay on the floor next to the Doctor, my feet still out the door. I look around the room again. The Doctor looks at me curiously.

“It’s bigger on the inside.” I say, marveling. He nods, smiling.

“Yep, so it is.”

“How does that work?” I ask.

“It’s kind of complicated, but basically it’s another dimension. That’s why it’s called a Tardis. It stands for Time and Relative Dimension in Space. T-A-R-D-I-S, you see?” I do see, strange as it is. It makes sense. I nod to confirm. The Doctor jumps to his feet, startling me. He dashes to the control panel.

“Come along, Allison, lot’s of places to go, people to see, trouble to make.” He looks at me, a mischievous look in his eyes. I get up, closing the door behind me, taking a last look at the galaxy. As the door clicked shut I heard the Doctor pushing buttons and pulling levers, whirring sounds echoed throughout the room. I smiled, thinking of the possibilities. I ran over to the Doctor’s side, grabbing his arm as the room began to shake again.

“Can we meet Queen Elizabeth I?” I asked over the noise. The Doctor got a strange look on his face and pulled a lever, suddenly the noise and rattling stopped. I let go of his arm. The Doctor looked at me and said, calmly and clearly:

“She doesn’t like me very much.”

I stare, confused. He continues

“Well you see, a long time ago, I wasn’t…” He paused; I waited patiently for him to go on.

“… in a very good mood, and I… ran into her while in Olde London, and um… well she doesn’t like me.” The Doctor finished awkwardly. My face fell, I had really wanted to meet the great queen, and it seemed that the Doctor was down-right uncomfortable with the idea of seeing her, again apparently. I wondered what he could’ve done that was so bad. Suddenly a thought seemed to occur to the Doctor. I saw his head jerk in surprise.

“But she wouldn’t recognize me now!” He said, finishing a conversation in his head. He thought for a moment. “I think I’ll wear a disguise anyways.” With that, he ran down the hallway, disappearing around a corner.  In a minute he was back, wearing a long coat, a fedora, and the longest scarf I had ever seen.

“Should I change too?” I asked.

“Um... yes, wardrobe is back, down that hallway, two lefts then a right then another left, you can’t miss it.”

I walked down the hallway, repeating the directions in my head, and as soon as I turned the final corner I saw it. The wardrobe was a gigantic, tall room with several levels connected by a spiral staircase in the center in the center of the room. The walls were lined with rack upon rack of different kinds of clothing. Each rack was labeled by area and time frame. I chose a dress and a cloak from the Elizabethan section of English clothes and put it on. It fit surprisingly well. As I looked for a mirror I found a long rack of eccentric clothes without a label. Instead each outfit was labeled with a number 1-10, except there were two 10s. There was a 10a, a brown suit, and a 10b, a blue suit, with a brown trench-coat between them. Number 4 seemed to bee missing. After examining the strange outfits I found the mirror. I made a few adjustments to my outfit before going back to the control room.

The End

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