Since this is a probably historic building…I must leave something behind on the walls. I take out a pen, and then write on the first wall to the left of the closet, initially writing: “The Doctor was here.” I look both ways. If I add this then it could very well make Whovians speculate if the Doctor is real…Which indeed he is. Then, I add one line of text under it.
“What the Shakespeare are you doing!” A man from behind startled me.
I turn around to see a man,who bore a strong resemblance to Charles Dickens, with his arms folded on top of another.
“Um…Um…” I stutter, unable to speak. “Um…Um…Are you Charles Dickens?”
“Of course I am!” Charles said, totally upbeat. “It’s not old news like Romeo and Juliet!”
I chuckle.
“That’s really famous, you know,” I tell the man. “And so is The Raven. It’s not so bad after all…Never more!”
Charles Dickens gave me a strange look.
“Oops, my bad.” I said. “It hasn’t become famous…yet.”
Then I excuse myself leaving a likely confused Charles Dickens; When I came to the entrance there are people going through wide doorway. It’s the best opportunity a streetkid can ever have. I rationalize while following the small packed group went into the theatre room. Some people can debunk my story as a hoax. Some others can make wild theories. I just really don’t know.
I enter into the crowd, surprisingly not wild or violent as modern day shop-goers are.
Wow. Why isn’t it always like this?
The Crowd ended abruptly at the back.
“You here for the Christmas Carol?” A man asks me, when everyone was taking their seats.
“Well,” I take a seat. That is a really good question. I turn my head to see this man wearing a long-blue captain coat, blue buttoned up shirt with a white shirt partially viewable, and this really attractive face. “It’s history. A friend told me I wouldn’t take the opportunity to do something that can’t be done again. So I’m putting it in her face.”
The man laughs.
“History, Jacob, hah,” The man acted as if we had already met. “I didn’t figure you were the history buff.”
Wait…how does he know my name?
“My dad is the history buff of the family.” I told him, finding it hard to admit that. “He’s…well…what you call a man who’s got a grumpy face.”
This man laughs.
We continued having a nice little chat during the Christmas Carol. And the conversation ended probably 15 minutes into the Christmas Carol. My attention is actually short enough that I actually took the time to notice the people sitting in the rows sarrounding me. There was a odd old woman, who looks pale as she could ever be. Her skin turns completely blue. Uh oh. There's something alien going on here, I rationaly assume from her face becoming more blue, And it’s going to get the Doctor's attention...Because it's alien stuff.
Then there is a bright light.
And next thing I know, I am standing in a different designed TARDIS.
"Hello, young man." I turn to my left to see this old man sporting a small white beard on his chin, he has on a formal attire, a black leather jacket ontop of formal attire, and just a weathered gentlemen who has come from a battle. Minus the blood part.
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The TARDIS appeared in my Bus!
FanfictionMost days my bus monitor duties are fairly silent in the morning, and loud in the afternoons. What I didn't expected today totally shattered my belief in fictional characters being nonexistent and impossible to meet in reality. So during the Bus rid...
