The Girl of Time (Doctor Who Fan-fiction)

Chapter 30

"That hurt! Why did that hurt so bad?" I moan, now that we're inside the building. "It felt like it was trying to shove me out."

"It was. The building itself isn't actually made out of a solid material, it's actually this thick force field. One of the most difficult matter to break into. It's only legal on this planet," the Doctor says.

"Aw, well isn't that swell?" I say, sarcastically, "Can we just get this over with? What do we do, anyway?"

"This building has twenty or so levels," the Doctor says, slightly bored, "Each one has us face a certain...challenge. It plucks certain images from your memory. So, the things we are about to face are not real, in that sense, but real enough-"

"-To beat the ever-loving daylight out of you," I finish his thought, probably not phrasing it in a way he'd say it.

"Exactly," he says, his eyes focusing on the ordinary wood door that sits to our right.

"You sure know how to make this sound exciting. So, you have officially trapped three people who have probably seen the most horrifying things there are to see in a room that recreates your worst nightmares. Well, I am just tingling with anticipation of what's to come. Now, who wants to find out what's through that door?" I ask, suddenly sounding like a game show host. I walk over to the door, not bothering to wait for an answer.

I turn the stiff doorknob. Obviously, this door hasn't been opened in a while. I pry the door a few inches and peek my head in. "What the-" I mutter, shoving the door all the way open.

The interior of the room resembles a cottage. An old woman sits in a rocking chair in a corner of the room, knitting what appears to be a blanket. "This...is this striking up any old memories from either of you? 'Cause I can tell you right now, this is not mine," I say, slowing sliding past the heavy door. Clara and the Doctor follow close behind.

"Okay, so...now what? We want to go up, right? Maybe we should turn our attention to the staircase," I say, slowly creeping towards the staircase at the opposite end of the room. The old woman suddenly jumps to her feet, holding her knitting needles like daggers. "I knew this was going too well," I mumble, ducking as the woman attempts to stab me in the neck.

"Seriously, who's memory is this?" I screech.

"It might be mine," the Doctor says, dodging the suddenly rabid woman.

"Great! How do we stop it?" I yell, trying my best to make it to the stairway.

"I think I deleted that part."

"You what?"

"I don't remember how to stop it."

"Well of course you don't! That would make this just to easy, wouldn't it?"

"Do you two mind having this conversation some other time when we're not fending for our lives?" Clara shouts.

"Is there salt in here? Try salt," the Doctor says, just barely avoiding being stabbed in the head. I sprint over to what appears to be a spice cabinet, and rummage through the seasonings until I find the largest salt shaker I've ever seen. I smack it against the table, breaking a chunk off the top of what I believe is supposed to resemble a cactus. I run up to the lady and toss the salt in her face.

"Um...it didn't do anything! I think she's just more ticked," I say, slowly backing away from the woman.

"Oh...maybe it was 'don't use salt,'" the Doctor says.

"Are you serious right now?" I can't help but say.

"Again, priorities!" Clara shouts, dodging a knitting needle right to the face.