Rory couldn't sleep that night, thinking about the man in the hospital.
"Two hearts."
He kept repeating these two words in his head. How was it possible? How could a human being have two hearts?
He wouldn't believe in such thing if he hadn't felt it himself.
Heart beats at both sides of his chest.
But it wasn't the man's hearts that kept Rory awake all night. It was his eyes.
Rory had never seen anything like that before. His eyes was so full of meaning. Full of sadness. Yet full of light and hope.
He finnaly fell asleep with the image of the
man on his mind.
The alarm clock ringed. Rory got out of bed and walked to the bathroom unwillingly.
He then washed his face, brushed his teeth, looked in the mirror and sighed.
Another boring day of his boring life. The image of the man from yesterday was still on his mind.
Brown suit. Red sneakers. What kind of fashion sense was that?
He walked to his small kitchen and opened the fridge.
Bread. Peanut butter. Jam. Olives.
He put peanut butter first. Then some jam.
He was putting the olives when he almost had a heart attack.
"Olives?"
It was him. The same voice. Rory turned around, his heart pounding.
"Olives and jam don't really make a pair mate."
The same man. Standing in front of him now, smiling.
"H..how did you get in here...?!"
"Your door isn't wood." He spinned the thing in his hand. "Remember the "stick"?"
Rory didn't know what to say. He was pissed that the man breaked into his house. But he was also secretly glad he did.
"What do you want from me?"
The man didn't answer for a while. It was as he didn't know what to say.
"Nothing." He said, not smiling anymore. More like, confused.
"Then what the bloody hell are you doing in my house?!"
The man walked towards Rory.
"I don't know."
Rory rolled his eyes and sighed. He was just pissed now.
"If you don't get out of my house in ten seconds i'm gonna call the police."
The man just stared at Rory.
"Ten."
"I thought of you yesterday, Rory."
"Nine."
"You don't like working in the hospital, do you?"
"Eight."
"In fact, you hate it."
"Seven."
"You hate this routine."
"Six..."
"You hate getting out of bed every morning."
"Five..."
"You hate the reflection when you look in the mirror."
"...Four..."
"You smile to the world."
"...Three.."
"But in fact you are..."
"...Two..."
"Sad."
Rory stopped counting. He looked at the man with empty feelings.
"You are lonely." The man said, looking into Rory's eyes with sympathy.
"It's none of your bussiness."
"...You're right."
Rory wanted to be angry at the man. But he couldn't. He was right. Rory was lonely. He was sad. He hated his life and himself. But never wanted to admit any of that.
"Who are you...?" Rory's eyes were locked on the man's. And the man's eyes were locked on Rory's.
"I'm the Doctor."
They stayed silent for a few seconds.
"Doctor...?" Rory said. "Doctor who...?"
The Doctor smiled. He made his way to the counter, examining the sandwich Rory had just made.
"I'm the Doctor. A timelord from planet Gallifrey."
"Gallifr...wait, "planet"?!"
The doctor took a bite of Rory's sandwich.
"Yes. Your planet isn't the only one in this huge universe, Rory the caretaker."
He quickly spit the bite he took with disgust.
"This really is disgusting!"
Rory was fed up.
"You're mad."
The doctor laughed.
"You know you may be right."
"So am i supposed to believe that you're an actual "alien" from planet "Gallifrey" or whatever?!"
"Kind of. Yes. I like being called a timelord though. It's cooler." Doctor grinned.
"I'm calling the police." Rory walked up to the phone on the table.
"Before you do, do you wanna see something awesome?"
Rory was dialing the numbers.
Doctor took the phone from Rory's hands.
"Hey!" Rory was really mad.
"Just one thing. Let me show you one thing and then i'll be gone. Promise. " He had a little smile on his face.
"Follow me." He winked and went outside.
Rory unwillingly followed the Doctor.
Outside, on the street just outside Rory's doorstep, stood a big blue box.
"...A police phone box?" Rory mumbled.
Doctor walked to the box and opened the
door.
"Come on!" He was smiling widely.
Rory walked inside the police box, sighing.
"It's just a phone bo..."
He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"It's...it's..."
"Yes, go on, say it. Say the thing."
"...Bigger on the inside." Rory breathed.
The Doctor looked at Rory with shining eyes and a warm smile.
Rory quickly ran outside. Doctor followed him.
Rory examined every single detail of the box, turning around it and trying to understand.
He chuckled.
"It...it really is bigger on the inside!"
"Yup!" Doctor was grinning, watching the young man looking at the box with admiration.
"Well." He said opening the door of the box once again.
"I have a promise to keep."
Rory was confused. Doctor got in the phone box. "Adios, Rory the caretaker!" He shouted as he closed the door.
Rory quickly opened the door and rushed in.
"Wait. You said you would leave, not hide in a big...blue box!"
Doctor smiled, pushing some buttons and pulling some levers on some kind of a machine system in the middle of the box.
"I am."
He pulled the biggest lever.
"Hold on tight."
"Wha-"
Rory fell on the ground with a big concussion.
It was that noise again. The noise Rory heard yesterday when the man left. The man. The Doctor.
"Allons-y, Rory!"