It never ceases to fascinate me how fast time goes on this planet; seeing the inhabitants move along to and from destinations, chatting, laughing, communicating on their handheld cellular devices, or just enjoying the days drive as part of their holiday. The human species has always been a fascinating subject for me. Such independence, such intelligence, and diversity, yet many know little of what truly is out there. Of course, I was present when the Soviet Union sent their first cosmonaut to the stars, only to have the Americans follow in suit a few years later; however, I'm not entirely sure if a Monkey really counts on that one. Their are similarities between the primates, and the human species; theories of human evolution continue to build, and expand. Someone is always trying to figure out the the secrets of nature. They can look all they want, answers are not very easy to find. That much I do know. Yet, to the human race, time is a precious thing. Their life span has extended drastically since the 1960s. Eldest living to be a little over a century, or close to it. In a way it is understanding how they handle time in such a manner. They may not live forever, but they show great promise in their achievements; provided they don't go as far as blowing themselves off the plains of existence. For me, time is of little value. Having been on the Earths surface for close to five years seems a bit far fetched for a sod like me; in reality, it's the cycle fascinates me so much. Twenty-four hours time in one day, or one thousand, four hundred forty minutes which flies in, and out of that time period; that's eighty-six thousand, four hundred seconds humans spend in completion of a days cycle. Their eccentric energy is something that I find most amusing, such a rush to complete things before days end, deadlines to make in order to put food on the table for family. Watching their expressions in the streets while attempting to keep balance against the snowfalls and frozen waters getting to destinations. So much entertainment from my standpoint, of course it wouldn't be fair for me to sit their and laugh at their mishaps. In fact, it wouldn't be proper for me since I still hold the softness in my heart. It's one thing see someone stumble, and laugh; but it's another to help them after words. Some of them flush in the cheeks upon being noticed their moment of silliness. The children are very uplifting though. So much energy, and life on their expressions, very little fear. Every day is a new adventure for them.
That was my life once; everyday was a new adventure for me: May it be alone, or with a companion or two, I once considered myself an almost perpetual traveler, I wandered through the vast star fields of the universe. I crossed the bridges between dimensions, and traced the toe paths of time. . . The galaxy seemed vast, and endless to her range for me, everyday seemed to bring nothing but sheer delight, and excitement for me. However, all that changed fateful one day. Now, I no longer venture out between the plains of existence through Time, and Space. I vowed to never again set foot inside the very device which granted me that access. Not since that day four years ago; five considering it's new years eve. In a way, I snapped. I had spent all my lives venturing through time, and space yet made decisive mistakes on my part. Some were quite fatal. That day was no exception; I saw myself as a failure, which resulted in where I am now. Having snapped from the increasing build up in frustration, and fear, I willingly regenerated myself, landing on Earth, and closed the doors never to set foot inside that very device ever again, only to live in isolation within the very surfaces of Earth. For almost five years, that silly looking blue box sat in the book shop I had established just on the corner of Baker Street, and Paddington; waiting, and hoping for the day I eventually did open her doors and flew her again. It would a cold day in hell before I do that. However, that day came sooner than I anticipated.
It was close to the days end, Mrs. Haglsey stopped by to drop off a few sweets for me in spirit of the new years. Always greeted me with nothing but a sheer smile, her husband had passed away overseas while in service of the Queen. Venetriean Haglsey still carried the beauty of a goddess. This was the only thing that really kept her spirits up since her husbands passing. Knowing that someone else had similar pains was kind of refreshing. They understand what your going through. She had set the tray by the register; my shop holding nothing but books from various parts of the world. Fiction, Non-Fiction, a few fan stories, and a couple from popular television programmes. "You can drop off the tray when your finished, Mister Collins." Mrs. Hagsley said to me sweetly. "It's a mixed tray this time."
"Thank you, Mrs. Hagsley." I answered back to her putting books back on the shelves in alphabetical order. I felt her eyes on me while I was on the ladder setting books away. Something seemed to be on her mind. "Erm. . . Mister Collins, I was wondering. . ." she started to say. "Yes?" I encouraged her slipping books in the shelves like a jigsaw puzzle. "Well. . . it is new years eve, and it's been five years since you opened up shop here." she was trying to explain. I could tell she was nervous.
"Now, now, Mrs. Haglsey, there's no need to be so shy around me." I assured her. "What is it that's on your mind, my dear lady?" I climbed down from the ladder to grab a few more books setting them on the counter. Looking to the lovely widow, noticing how she turned slightly pink, I couldn't help but be curious.
"Well. . ." she said. "I was curious if you would like to spend the evening with me at a party? My friends, and colleagues are throwing one together to celebrate the years end. We plan to watch the ball drop on the tele closer to midnight."
I watched her for a second, noting how nervous she was. Perhaps she was concerned about my answer. I couldn't help but smile at her. "I would be very delighted to join your company." I answered "As soon as I finish up with this last bit I'm working, I will join you in the festivities. Unfortunately, it may not be until later in the evening."
Mrs. Haglsey's smile brightened when I gave her the answer. The poor girl seemed so excited she could hardly contain herself. "Oh, that would be wonderful, Mister Collins!" she said moving away watching me bumping into a few things, the silly girl. "It's a few blocks down from here. 326 Paddington." I smiled to her. "I'll be sure to be there." I said to her. "Do be careful Mrs. Haglsey, and thank you for the sweets." I watched her leave and chuckled a bit after words. Seeing her jump about like a little girl was quite interesting indeed. I went back to work on my chores for the day.
Having finished up my work at about ten thirty five, I went upstairs to my flat so to cleanse my self in preparation for the arrangement. Fixing my hair and combing it slightly, trimming the fur around my mouth, I made sure I was presentable before tossing on a red buttoned down shirt, pair of fresh denims, and oxfords. I was about to throw my pea coat on when I heard the front door open. The bell ringing upon doing so. Puzzled by this, I went down stairs to investigate. The shop was a bit eerie at this hour. Seemed like something straight from a horror movie.
"Hello?" I called out. "Is someone there?" No answer. Maybe it was my imagination, but I'm sure I heard the door. I approached the door to lock it. I may have forgotten to. But to my surprise, it was already locked, and ajar. The lock was tampered with though no signs of scuffs were seen on the framing. I remained silent as I carefully closed the door. Slowly I turned around looking about the shop. "We are closed for the evening." I shouted out. "And you are breaking an entering, therefore it would be wise to surrender yourself and leave my premises before I notify the authorities!" Still, no answer. I looked about hearing a noise from one of the far sides of the shop. Reaching for the closest item I could find, I prepared myself for the worst. A burglar perhaps interested in some of my collections. I could hear tampering going on in the far side where the police box rested. Someone trying to break into her. Not a smart thing to do. I readied myself behind the shelf taking a few deep breaths. After mustering up my courage, I spun around with the weapon raised only to find nothing there. Looking around, I wondered if I was hallucinating. No, Someone is here, just playing games.
"Alight!" I demanded. "I know your here! The funs over! Come on out, and show yourself!"
"Delighted to Mister Collins." a voice spoke up to me from behind. Instinctively, I spun around with the weapon raised only to see not one, but three individuals standing before me. Dressed in rather funny looking robes, bearing the mark I was familiar with. Surprise seemed to falter from me upon recognizing the emblem around the ones neck. Gallifrey. My home. But where did they come from? Last I knew Gallifrey was in a pocket within time and space. An act of desperation to keep the Daleks from destroying her. I narrowed my eyes to them.
"I see you recognize us." the man in the middle said. "Good. At least your memory hasn't faltered."
"State your business!" I said to them. "And skip the formalities. I know who you are. What your doing here, is another story."
The three men looked at each other then to me. "Looking for you, Mister Collins." one said while I turned away rather annoyed by this. Though my blood grew cold when I heard him inquire: "Or should we say. . . DOCTOR?"