𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝑻𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒔 ☆ The Glorious Series ｟ BOOK 1 ｠

Night Terrors [Part 2]

Outside, Council Estate, Night...

Standing next to Jupiter, the Doctor knocked on the front door, a man opening it a moment later.

The Doctor then held up the psychic paper, showing it to the man.

"Oh. Right." The man nodded. "That was quick."

"Was it?" Jupiter questioned, an eyebrow raised in a bit of confusion.

"Claire said she'd phoned someone." The man clarified. "Social Services."

"Yes. Yes!" The Doctor nodded, looking at the psychic paper.

"That's us." Jupiter smiled, going along with it.

"It's not, easy, you know..." The man trailed off. "admitting your kid's got a problem."

"You've got a problem. We've got a problem. I bet they're connected," The Doctor said. "I'm the Doctor. This is Jupiter." He introduced the two of them, putting the psychic paper away. "Call me Doctor."

"And call me Jupiter." She smiled. "What can we call you?"

"Alex." The man replied, shaking their hands.

"Hello, Alex." The Doctor greeted before he and Jupiter stepped inside the flat.

Inside, Flat, Parlor...

"So... tell us about George, Alex." Jupiter said as she and the Doctor looked at a door that had a drawn sign that said "George's Room".

Alex nodded, shutting the door before leading the duo into the sitting room.

The Doctor took hold of a photo album that was sitting on the coffee table before he and Jupiter took seats on the sofa as Alex took a seat in the chair right next to them.

"Ever since he was born he's been a funny kid." Alex told them.

"Funny's good!" The Doctor said as he held the photo album, him and Jupiter looking through it. "We like funny, don't we?"

"He never cries." Alex said. "Bottles it all up, I suppose. Tell him off, he just looks at you."

"How old is he?" Jupiter questioned as she and the Doctor looked over some of George's baby pictures.

"He was eight in January." Alex informed. "He should be growing out of stuff like this, shouldn't he?"

"Maybe." The Doctor replied, closing album and putting it back down on the coffee table. "It's got worse, though lately?"

"Yeah." Alex nodded. "We talked about getting help. You know, maybe sending him somewhere. He started getting these nervous tics, you know, funny little cough. Blinking all the time. But now it's got completely out of hand." He said, standing up. "I mean he's scared to death of everything."

"Pantaphobia." Jupiter noted.

"What?!" Alex asked, confused.

"That's what it's called. Pantaphobia." Jupiter told him, crossing her arms as she leaned back.

"Not a fear of pants though," The Doctor pointed out. "if that's what you're thinking."

"I don't think that's what he was thinking." Jupiter rolled her eyes. "Anyway, it's a fear of everything."

"Which would include pants, I suppose, in that case. Sorry." The Doctor rambled out.

Jupiter sighed, motioning for Alex to continue. "Please, Alex, go on."

"He hates clowns." He told them.

"Understandable." The Doctor noted.

"Old toys." Alex continued. "He thinks the old lady across the way is a witch. He hates having a bath in case there's something under the water. The lift sounds like someone breathing!" He sighed. "Look, I don't know." He then sat back down. "I'm not an expert. Maybe you two can get through to him."