"Uncle Rory?" I asked "But...How?"
"Oh, don't be so foolish, Rina. This must all be some sort of bloody joke. My brother can't be dead! If he had gotten into an accedent or something we would have been notified by the police not this idiot!" My father chuckled. "Well played. Now who's the mastermind?"
"Mr.Williams, you weren't notified by the police because Rory died of old age."
"He's in his twenties!"
"Yes, yesterday he was in his twenties, but today he's in his eightys and has been buried in the ground for years."
"Thats not possible. Sorry sir, but you're mad!"
"Yes, yes, I'm a mad man with a box. I have lived for over a thousand years and seen more pain and experienced more loss than you could ever imagine. Every friend I've ever had has passed away right before my eyes and there was nothing I could do to save them. And the Ponds... Oh, my Ponds! I am the Doctor and I am alone!" He cried out, on the verge of tears. "Amelia and Rory were my friends. I am not playing with you. They are dead!"
"Thats it. Get out of my house!" My father yelled.
"Dad!" I scolded at him. How could he be so rude? Couldn't he see how upset this man was?
"He's completely bonkers!" My dad explained.
"Well so am I, and you lot still let me live here. Come along, Doctor, I'll make you some tea."
I took the Doctor by the hand and lead him past my parents and into the kitchen, against both of their protests.
I sat him down at a bar stool and heated up some water.
"Thank you." He said, staring blankly at the countertop.
"I believe you." I said softly. "About my Aunt and Uncle, I mean."
The Doctor responded with a silent blink as he swallowed back another wave of pain.
The kettle screamed at me. I attended to it quickly, several questions popping into my mind that I wanted to ask the clearly distraught man.
"When- I mean, how long ago in our time did they..."
"Yesterday." He said. "I suppose I should let you know you have a cousin, now."
"Oh really? The poor thing, orphaned at this age..."
The Doctor laughed.
"Excuse me, what about that is funny to you?" I asked, a little alarmed.
"It's a little more complicated than that." He chuckled. "She's also my wife."
"You...married a baby. Is that even legal?"
"She wasn't a baby when I married her." He told me.
"But...okay I'm not even going to attempt to understand that one."
"Yeah, its...timey wimey." He smiles
I served him his tea. "Do you happen to have fish fingers?" He asked.
"Yes. Fish fingers and custard. It's a...sentimental dish."
"No, sorry. I don't think we do. The Doctor..." I wondered aloud, "is that your real name?"
"Yes and no. Just call me the Doctor. Just the Doctor."
"Okay...where are you from? Did you come all the way from the UK to the US? You definately sound British." I asked.
My family moved to the United States when I was very young. I don't remember anything about London, but I've always dreamed of going there. Among other places.
He laughed again. "No, no. I'm from a place far far away from here. But it's all gone now. The TARDIS is my home. And the only friend that ever stays by my side..."
"Tardis?" I asked.
"It stands for Time and Relitive Dimensions in Space. It can travel anywhere through time and space. Well, almost everywhere..."
Another sad memory seemed to surface in his mind and I watched as he shoved it to the back of his mind.
"Hold up. You mean you have a time machene? And you didn't tell me this earlier?! Come on, time boy, lets go!"
"So, you actually believe that I have a time machene?"
"I'm a hopeless sci-fi gal. Fiction is my life, I'm counting on a lot of it to be real!"
"No no no no. Rina, I have lost enough companions, I should know better than to drag somebody else along. No. I'm just going to get attatched to you and- "
"You're lonely, Doctor. You need me. And you're hardly dragging me along. I want out of here!"
"What about your parents? Aren't you the least bit concerned that they'll miss you?"
"Doctor, its a time machene. You can bring me back yesterday! They'll never even know."
"But if-if at some point I just can't save you-"
"Don't worry about it. I'm not going to end up like the others. I promise."
He didn't look convinced. I held out an extended pinkie. "Pinkie promice." I urged.
He gave a sly smile as our pinkies intertwined.