The Girl of Time (Doctor Who Fan-fiction)

Chapter 8

Slowly, my vision focuses. I'm in a room. A small room, riddled with antiques. The room is aged and dusty, like no one has been in it for years. And sure enough, there's the Doctor, scanning the room with his sonic screwdriver. The Doctor is accompanied by Clara.

The Doctor often travels with someone. Sometimes, he's alone. Sometimes, though, he has a companion. Right now, the Doctor is in his 11th form, with a girl named Clara. She looks upset.

"What do you mean, we're stuck? How are we stuck in this little room? What's wrong?" She asks the Doctor so quickly, I can barely make out what she's saying.

"I don't know what's wrong! Why in the entire universe would I be running around scanning the room if I knew what was wrong?" He snaps. Okay, so, looks like I caught them in a happy mood.

I wander around the room to try to find something. The Doctor does the same as Clara helps. "So, what exactly are we looking for?" She asks.

"A key. There's got to be a key. Ugh! Why did you have to shut the door after I just finished saying, 'don't shut the door, Clara, it will lock behind us'?" The Doctor says.

"I'm sorry, alright!? Yelling at me doesn't change anything, though." Clara says, searching under a desk.

I don't know what they were doing in the room, or why it's so important that they get out. But still, I search. I stand up after looking under a chair and move to check the desk when I trip over a metal pail. It falls over, causing a loud clank as it rolls across the room. The Doctor immediately bolts up and looks at the pail rolling across the floor.

"What was that?" He asks Clara.

"I...don't know. Maybe it fell over on its own?" She says.

"Yeah, maybe.." The Doctor says, still staring at the bucket. I am too. I'm confused. Usually, in my other Dreams, I can walk around, but I can't physically move anything. I teleport around, sometimes I can open doors, but I've never been able to move an object. Now curious, I start poking things.

On the desk, there's a rusty metal cup. Slowly, I move over to it, and slowly try to pick it up. To my amazement, I can. I lift it a few inches off the desk. Then, the palm of my hand starts to sting, and I drop it.

I pull my hand back, looking at my hand. A small cut starts bleeding on my hand. Any other day, I would be more concerned about getting Tetanus. But today, it doesn't even cross my mind. Something's really, really strange. I start touching other things. Everything feels solid. Before, in all my other Dreams, I could touch things. But, it wouldn't effect the person or object. Everything always felt weird too. As if I was wearing rubber gloves. But now, I can move things, I can cut myself on things. It's like...I'm present.

I accidentally trip over the same pail, and it goes flying across the room. I watch as Clara and the Doctor slowly peek over a desk.

"I think something's in here," Clara whispers. The Doctor scans the area where I'm standing with his screwdriver.

"No, it's nothing," he says, standing up. Okay, so I am still undetectable. Well, besides the fact that I can knock over pails.

The Doctor walks over to where I'm standing. He looks at the pail, which is now stuck in a corner of the room. He slowly picks it up, flips it over in his hands, then sets it back down.

"How strange..." He says to himself. Then, he starts searching a large filing cabinet.

I continue my search too, this time with more caution. I finally make my way over to a little basket in the corner of the room. In it, there's what appears to be a small jewelry box. It's glass, so you can see into it. I peek into it, too scared to pick anything else up. In the middle of a tangle of beads, I spot a small key. Aha! I've found it. Well, I think I found it. I gather the courage to try to open it. Unfortunately, it's locked. After some close exception, I find a small combination lock. Oh, but I don't know the combination. I look towards the Doctor. He would be able to open it with his sonic screwdriver. If only I could just...

I spot an aged mirror on the table in the center of the room. It's covered with a thick layer of dust.

"Oh where is it? We need to get out of here! We're running out of time!" Clara yells.

I don't know what they're running out of time for, but I know they need that key. I stare at the mirror. An idea forms in my head. I start to write a message in the dust with my finger.

Look in the jewelry box.
-B

There. A message, with a bit of mystery thrown in. However, this message is of no use if he doesn't doesn't see it.
I take a can full of rocks, and I drop it down on the table, causing a loud thunk.

The Doctor stands up, looking confused. He looks around and then notices the mirror. He stares at it for a while.

"Clara, by any chance, did you happen to see a jewelry box?" He finally asks.

"Um, look in that one basket." She says, not bothering to turn around.

He walks over to the basket with the jewelry box. He takes it and looks at the combination.

"Clara, I think I might have just found it."

Clara quickly walks over to him.

"Is that it? Can you get it open?" She asks.

He nods, and sonics the combination. The jewelry box clicks, then opens. The Doctor carefully takes the key out, examining it. Finally he says, "Clara, you didn't my any chance write that on the mirror, did you?"

Clara walks over to the mirror, and stares at it. "No, I didn't," she says.

The Doctor looks away from the key and scans the room. "Then, who...did?"

Neither of them answers. They both stare around the room.

"Doctor, open the door," Clara whispers.

He slowly walks to the door, sticks the key in it, and it opens with a click.

Slowly, they both make their way out of the room. After staring in it for a few seconds, they finally close the large door.

As they do that, my vision blurs to darkness.

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