Why oh why did she write this list? [Part 3]

“Right, so where am I? When am I?” The Doctor asked as he strode around the basement. “A basement obviously and...” The Doctor held up his finger before licking it to taste the air. “Twenty-ten? Yes, twenty-ten, beginning of the year.”
“11th January to be precise; and you’re in the basement of my school. Do you know what’s going on? ‘Cos, like, time’s stopped and I’m a bit overwhelmed by this ridiculous urge to write in Hannah’s notebook. What the hell are you doing here? And, oh... wait! Hannah’s not here to meet you!”

“Who’s this Hannah then?” The Doctor asked with a cute but puzzled expression.

“Hannah Newcombe: my ridiculously random and slightly obse... friend. My life is her fault!” Terrie chuckled.

“Hannah Newcombe...” The Doctor pondered, pacing up and down. “Hannah Newcombe!” he exclaimed suddenly, turning on the spot. “I met a vet with the same name when I got stuck in twenty-twenty – odd way to say that year, it’s not like everyone has perfect vision, who’d want perfect vision, good old specs.” The Doctor winked. “Something to do with sheep too if my old brain tells me right...”

“Ur... will you excuse me a moment?” Terrie asked quickly.

“Urm.. sure?” The Doctor replied.

“Thanks.” Terrie said before running behind the TARDIS where she began to jump up and down and scream. Eventually she ran out of breath and calmed down. Peering round the side of the TARDIS she looked back at The Doctor. “Sorry,” she said sheepishly. “I couldn’t help it. Ur... can we pretend that didn’t happen?”

“Pretend what didn’t happen?” The Doctor replied, grinning once again. “Right then, let’s see what’s going on. Maybe my old TARDIS has some answers; how’s about a look inside?”

Terrie nodded, lost for words. Not only had she met The Doctor in all his tall, skinny hotness but she was also going to step inside the TARDIS. Her heart raced as she imagined stepping through the narrow blue doors to see the wide console of the TARDIS stretching out before her. Terrie’s eager eyes followed The Doctor’s hand as it travelled to the pocket of his brown pinstripe suit to pull out the key. It was as if The Doctor was moving in slow motion as he lifted his key to the silver Yale lock.

There was no soft click as the Doctor inserted the key. Instead his hand began to disappear into the TARDIS. Pulling his right hand out the Doctor tried again, this time with his left hand. Again his hand appeared to be engulfed by the blue police box walls of the TARDIS. He place the key back in his right hand pocket, instead pulling out his glasses from his top inside pocket. Smoothly putting them on, he peered at the TARDIS, running his hands just about the surface.

“Sexy specs...” Terrie gasped under her breath.

“You think my glasses are sexy do you?” The Doctor said, standing up and turning to Terrie. Terrie blushed causing the Doctor to burst out into a grin before turning back to the TARDIS. “She seems to be in flux,” The Doctor frowned, glancing up and down the TARDIS doors. “Maybe we can’t get the old girl’s help after all.”

The Doctor turned back to Terrie and started walking in her direction. Suddenly a loud crash echoed around the basement and The Doctor’s eyes lit up, flicking to a point behind Terrie’s head. Slipping his hand into hers he whispered one word: “Run!”

To be continued...