Of the Future... Part Six...
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Of the Future...
6...
“Are you almost done under there?”
The voice startled the Doctor and he banged his head on the under side of the grating.
“How did you get in here?” He asked the unfamiliar pair of shoes.
“Martha gave me her key,” The shoes swung back and fourth, “Everyone seems to think that you shouldn't be left alone.”
“I'm perfectly fine on my own.” The Doctor protested, ducking further under the grating, “Pass me the what's-it from the bag, will you?”
Etta slid off the console, rummaging through the tool bag. “The what's-it or the thing-a-me?”
The doctor's hand appeared from a gap in the grating. “The what's-it.”
Etta passed it to him, peering down into the gap. “Martha and Jenny say it's so you don't get lonely. Dad said it's so you don't blow everyone up.”
“Oh?” The Doctor sounded distracted.
“Uncle Jack thinks it's a bit of both,” She held out the thing-a-me, “Brenna, Donna and Sarah Jane said it was a good idea if you have someone to tell you when to shut up and when not to press the big red shiny button.”
“And what do you think?” The Doctor asked over a shower of sparks.
“That there's a fine line between genius and lunacy,” Etta smirked, “And you use it as a guide for cartwheels.”
“And?”
“And nothing,” She shrugged, “I like cartwheels.”
The Doctor starred at her, and then he grinned. “Right Rosetta-”
“Etta.” She corrected.
“Etta Smith!” He climbed out of the grating, “What do you think about Barcelona?”
Her eyes lit up. “The city or the planet?”
The Doctor paused, hands hovering over the console. “How do you know about the planet?”
“Cause' you keep telling people about it.” Etta leaned passed him, spinning a dial and pulling a lever half way, “Can we see the dogs with no noses?”
Finis...
'Remember that happiness is a way of travel, not a destination.'
- Ray Goodman.