While the flood of memories rushed back, I gripped the toy car manual so hard that my knuckles had turned white.  I snapped back into reality when I heard the strangest noise.  It sounded like cranking of an old windup car, and like a dieing pencil sharpener.  A weak breeze blew through the lot, cooling off my sweaty neck that had large, extremely curly auburn hair covering it.

     I didn’t understand why there would be a noise where I was, I was in the middle of an abandoned parking garage on one of the highest floors(Universal’s parking lot is a parking garage if you don’t know what one is).  There was not a single car to be seen, meaning the chances of someone actually coming up all the way to my floor were slimmer than my stomach that I barely fed.

     I decided that maybe the banging of the metal messed up my hearing and returned my attention to the manual that was held in my hands.  I stared at the pages, but couldn’t even begin to comprehend any of the information printed with that noise going on.  Finally, the cranking quieted down until it was completely silent.  I had thought that I wanted a break from the mysterious noise but now that it had stopped, I started to wish that it hadn’t.

     I refused to lift my head, afraid of what I might see.  Instead, I kept my eyes focused on the handbook, flipping through the table of contents to find a section on how to install a battery.  I took deep breaths in attempt to calm my racing heart.  Curiosity burned through me, begging me to look up.  I finally caved in to observe my surroundings.

     In the corner of the car garage, a blue police box stood tall.  “What the Hades?” I asked myself, using the name in vain to disrespect the god.  “We’re on Long Island, not London!”

     It finally occurred to me that maybe that police box was put there by a machine, maybe that machine was the one that made all that noise.  If that was the case, the person operating the machine would have seen me.  In that case, they could report me for trespassing and could come back at any moment.

     I scrambled to the closest thick cement pole, one of many that held the ceiling up.  I hid behind it, peeking around the pole occasionally to check on the police box.  Once while I was observing it, the door slowly creaked open.

     I yanked my head back behind the pole, terrified of what could possibly be coming out.  My imagination went wild, telling me that it was a serial killer, god of blue boxes that had come to kill me, possibly a zombie of my passed mother.  Blood pumped so hard through my body that I could hear the beating.

      Shoes tapped on the cement floor as someone, or possible something stepped out of the box.  Tap tap tap the sound echoed through the parking garage.  They came to a sliding stop where what seemed to be on the other side of the pole.

      “Wow, look at this thing!” an excited male voice exclaimed in a British accent, startling me.  “The design, oh this is gorgeous,” he continued.

     I clenched my hands into fists, biting my lip to keep myself from moving from my spot.

     There was a pause for a moment, as if he too was trying to listen for a sound of another person in the room.  “This robot looks to be worth millions, if only I knew who owned it.  I guess that someone left it here so I guess no one would miss it if I just…”

     I hopped out from behind the pole.  “If you touch the robot, I’ll touch you in the same spot with a hammer,” I threatened, gritting my teeth in an effort to look scary.  The man stood with a suit on and a long trench coat over it.  His eyes and hair were both dark and wild.  The stranger had an expression of carelessness and fascination on his face, as if he would go out looking for trouble if he knew that trouble was out there.  (Tenth Doctor)

     “I was just admiring it, how much would you want for it?” he wondered, rocking on his feet with his hands in his pants’ pockets.

      “I don’t want any money of yours, this robot is worth more to me than ten million dollars,” I claimed, protectively standing in front of it.  “Who are you anyway?”

       “Well,” he quietly laughed to himself.  “I’m the Doctor.”

       “Why are you laughing?” I asked.

     He composed himself and said, “Your heart beats very loudly when you are scared.”

     I rolled my eyes as he started laughing again.  “Wow, I never noticed that,” I sarcastically commented.  “I’m the Loner,” I told him, cutting his laugh session short.

     “The Loner?” he asked, surprised by the name.

     “Yeah.  Kind of like ‘the Master’ but modest and honest,” I told him.

      The Doctor looked uncomfortable as he scratched the back of his head and said, “I know that this is a weird question, but what is the year?”

     I thought for a moment and looked at the Sun for a hint.  “It looks to be around 5pm,” I guessed.

     “That’s nice to know, what year is it?” the Doctor stressed.  “And where are we?”

     “It is in early September, sometime in the 21st century.  We’re in Long Island,” I answered.  “Are you trespassing?”

     The Doctor took out a card and held it up.  It was completely blank as he said, “Architecture inspector, just making sure that poles are up to date.”

      I picked the Hot Wheels toy manual off the ground and flipped to the table of contents.  I held it up like a badge and said, “Nation Security vice president, you’re coming with me.”  The Doctor looked confused, looking at the blank sheet of paper that he held in his hand and at me.  “I thought that we were pretending to have licenses,” I explained.

     The Doctor looked at his badge and then at me.  “Okay, you caught me, but you don’t have authority to be here either.”

     “What makes you say that?” I asked, pretending to be offended.

     “You’re around twelve stories up in an abandoned car garage, away from where people would go.  What are you working on it?  Something illegal I suppose if you must do it in secret,” he observed, walking back to my robot.

     “I’m not doing anything illegal,” I claimed, following him so closely that I stepped on his heels.

      He opened the panel that was located on the back of the head and tapped the stomach of the robot.  “So apparently you plan to put the battery in the head, but what about the back?” he asked, sounding more like he was talking to himself.  “There isn’t anything in the back, it’s hollow,” he commented as he squat down and squinted at the machine.

     “Don’t-“

     “So there must be something right around…” he trailed off as his hands hovered near the back.  The Doctor swiftly took out a thin flashlight that made odd sounds when he turned it on like the vibrating of a fly’s wings against glass.  Soon he found the hatch and opened the back.  There was an empty  space in the chaos of wires inside the robot.

     “This is the perfect size for a 6 by 4 by 2 box, the exact size of the cheapest bomb available in this time era.  What would a girl like you have to do with something like that, huh?” he wondered.

     “Bomb?  What?  I wouldn’t have anything to do with that,” I explained.

     “Ah, don’t play dumb with me.  What were you planning?  An act of terrorism?  Attention?  Revenge?” he listed, it was scary how much he knew.

      “What?  No!”

     The Doctor shook his head and then looked me in the eyes.  “What are you?”

     “A genius.”

      “Tell me,” he demanded.

     “It’s complicated.”

     “How complicated?”

      “Very complicated.”

     “I’m clever and I’m not happy.  People could die so don’t patronize me,” the Doctor responded.

     I sighed and closed my eyes to gather my thoughts.  “Okay, fine.  I’m a demigod, half god half mortal.  Actually, I’m a demi…titian I guess that you could say?”

     The doctor nodded and asked, “The ones that are a part of Greek mythology?”

     “Yep, that’s them.  I’m the daughter of the Lord of Time,” I told him.  He stared at me, squinting as if he was not sure what to think.

     “I’m a timelord, the last of them,” he told me.

     “Is that what we call ourselves?  Timelords?  Doesn’t that seem a little boastful?” I asked.

     “You are not of the race, that’s not possible,” he informed me.  “Now tell me, demititain, what do you plan to do with this robot?”