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"That's not possible."

The Doctor grinned. "It isn't?"

"That--it--it's just not possible!" April stammered, as she walked around the outside of the TARDIS. "It's just a box, but..."

The Doctor raised an eyebrow, thoroughly amused by her reaction, while she continued to examine the TARDIS. While on the outside it looked like an old police call box, on the inside it was a whole different world. For April, it was as if she was stepping into an entirely different dimension and time.

And, to a degree, she was.

"How is that possible?" she queried aloud mildly frustrated by her inability to figure it out, peeking her head inside the ship. "It can't be. It's just not physically possible."

"Physics were always relative, anyway," the Doctor commented lightly.

"Maybe for you, whoever--or whatever--you are. But we have rules about stuff like this and--and...how is that possible?!"

The Doctor shrugged. "Rules were always relative too. For me, anyway." He winked at her as he moved into the TARDIS. "I'm a rebel!"

"No, you're crazy!" she accused. "This has to be some sort of a trick or something!"

"No tricks here," he assured her. "Just good ol' fashioned Time Lord science!"

"Time Lord science--?"

"It's bigger on the inside!" he exclaimed as he began to fiddle with some controls.

She shook her head, rubbing her eyes to make sure what she was seeing wasn't simple a trick of her eyes. But when she looked again, the ship was still there...and the strange man was still messing with the controls with a silly grin on his face.

After a moment, he remembered she was still there. "Well, don't just stand there. Come in!"

"You've got to be kidding me," she said with humor in her tone. "There is no way I'm getting in this--this..."

"TARDIS," he supplied.

"What?"

As if rehearsing for a play, he cleared his throat and said, "It stands for Time and Relative Dimension in Space...and it's perfectly safe! Nothing to worry about!"

"It's not the ship I'm worried most about," she mumbled under her breath.

He looked up. "What was that?"

"Nothing," she said, adding, "You have fun with your little ship thing--"

"--TARDIS."

"Okay, TARDIS. Have fun with your TARDIS, I'm going to go..." she turned to leave.

"Wait!" he called to her, running after her.

She turned to face him. "What?"

"One trip," he said. "Let me take you on one trip...to prove I'm being honest."

"One trip?" she paused. "No way."

"Aww, c'mon! Live a little!" he said in a jovial and persuasive tone.

"No way! I don't even know you!"

"You can trust me!"

"Can I?" she asked skeptically.

His cheerful facade fell, and a serious, solemn expression appeared on his face. In a vehement tone, he told her, "You can trust me."

Her features softened. "I'm sorry, but there's no way I can be sure of that."

The Doctor's face fell. "Please? One trip, that's all."

As she looked into his face, trying to decipher any deception in his handsome face, she realized that he was being completely sincere. In fact, he looked almost pleading. Something told her that this man was more lonely than crazy.

"I'm sorry," she repeated apologetically. "I can't."

He straightened up then, nodding. "Of course. Sorry, didn't mean to impose."

"Goodbye," she said, leaving.

"Goodbye!" he replied with a forced smile, entering the TARDIS and closing the door behind him.

Within moments, a whirring sound unlike any sound ever heard on earth before sounded in the air. April looked back just in time to see the police box seemingly disappearing into thin air. Unbelieving of what she was seeing, she rushed back and felt the area where the machine had been. Surprisingly, there was not a vestige left of it or the Doctor.

"I need more sleep," she concluded as she walked back to her apartment, unaware that she was being followed.

Upon entering her room, a knock soon followed and she opened the door. Before she had a chance to react, she was forced against the wall by rough hands.

"What the--?!"

"Where is the Doctor?" the police officer from before barked.

"I told you before...I don't know!"

The police officer narrowed his eyes. "You are lying, and now we will rip the information from you."

April's eyes widened in disbelief and terror. Maybe the Doctor had been right? Maybe these police officers weren't really human after all? Either way, she was in a huge spot of trouble now. "Please, I'll tell you whatever you want to know! I'll--"

She cut off mid-sentence as the beings in front of transformed into white, worm-like creatures, sporting more legs and more arms than she could count. In fact, they reminded her of centipedes...only a considerable amount larger. And she'd always hated bugs.

"Your information will be assimilated," the creature informed her darkly.

"What? No 20 Questions? Where's the fun in that?" came a voice from the doorway.

April turned in surprise and saw a man wearing a long, brown trench coat, with scruffy brown hair, and a smile on his face. "The Doctor!" she whispered, partially in relief. She trusted him more than these things.

All the creatures turned and looked at the Doctor. "You are the Doctor."

He smiled happily. "Am I? I suppose I am! Pleasure to meet you all...but really, there's no need to feast on this girl. It's obvious she doesn't know much. Her brain waves are probably miniscule compared to mine...and anyway! Now you have me," his grin only increased as he talked.

"The girl is nothing," the head Iorde said. "You will come with us."

The Doctor's expression suddenly went completely serious. "Let her go first."

"You will come with us now!"

"No," he replied obstinately. "Not until she is safe."

"We will kill her, and then you will come with us," the Iorde stated.

The Doctor whipped out his sonic screwdriver, and pointed it at the Iordes. "You will let her go now," he said in a commanding, albeit a bit uncharacteristically rough, voice.

"Doctor!" April called to him pleadingly.

"Quiet, April," he said quickly, keeping his attention on his adversaries.

"Identifying weapon as a sonic screwdriver," a smaller Iorde supplied. "Weapon is minimal threat."

"That's what you think," the Doctor said with a dangerous glint in his eyes...as he pressed a button on it.

It suddenly turned on all the electronics in the apartments: every TV, radio, lamp. It was all on, and it was blaring loudly. The Iordes cried out in pain, collapsing due to the extremity of it, while the Doctor grabbed April's hand and cried, "Run!"

And they did.

However, as soon as they reached the TARDIS, April got cold feet. "I can't go in there."

Turning and gripping her by her forearms, the Doctor said, "I promise no harm will come to you if you go in there...but I can't make that promise if you stay here."

"But--" she began to protest.

"We don't have time!" he pressed. "Please. I'm asking you to trust me...just for once!"

April glanced once backwards, then nodded. "Alright."

The Doctor smiled. "Alright! Here we go then!"

And they both entered the safety of the TARDIS.

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