Cowboys and Indians
“Okay, it’s bigger on the inside, you’re an alien.” Morgan said, trying to think through all that had happened in the space of five minutes. “Are you bigger on the inside as well?”
“Yes. No. I might be, never checked.” The Doctor said operating the TARDIS controls. “Don’t really want to check actually, why do you ask?”
“Logical reasoning, I suppose. An alien with a spaceship that’s bigger on the inside, pockets that are bigger on the inside, one does have to wonder if you are bigger on the inside as well.” Morgan shrugged. “But you said that you had two hearts, you might be bigger on the inside. Actually, you know what, let’s just drop the subject.” The TARDIS jolted, throwing both of them to the ground.
“What, what, what?” The Doctor said, jumping up on his feet. “Something’s pulling the TARDIS in, it’s a force field or something, it’s too strong, I can’t stop it.”
“What are we going to do?” Morgan said, standing up unsteadily and grabbing a hold of the railing and trying to stable himself.
“I don’t know, I don’t know.” The Doctor said, pulling the gyrating screen towards him. “What are you?” He looked at the massive ball of light on the screen before everything went dark.
The Doctor woke up in a strange place. A bar. Or more accurately a saloon. With cowboys. He got up slowly and did a check of body parts. When he was certain that they were all there and in the correct places, he walked up to the bar. “Excuse me.” He asked the barkeeper, “Where am I? No, better question: how did I get here?”
“You think yur funny mister?” The bartender said, washing a glass with a random towel. “You got in ‘ere through the door.” He motioned over to the swinging ‘old west’ saloon doors. “Now,” He paused to spit on the floor, at which the Doctor grimaced at, “you can leave before I make ya forget how!”
“Right, good point, I will be leaving directly.” The Doctor said, got off of the barstool he was sitting on and walked through the swinging doors into the dusty west. Meanwhile, Morgan was having a completely different experience.
Morgan had already figured that something malfunctioned on the TARDIS, transporting them to the ‘old west’. That was his theory anyway. The one thing he did know was that the desert was hot. “Doctor?” He yelled looking around at his surroundings. “Yeah, figured you weren’t there.” He sighed, “I wish I had air conditioning. Or at least a breeze.” He looked up at the sky, “A small one?” He closed his eyes and stood, arms out and sweat dripping off of his forehead when suddenly a small wind blew. Morgan opened his eyes and smiled. “That is cool.”
The wind then started to blow harder. “Okay, that’s a little too much.” The wind blew harder, now pushing him off in another direction. “Really, stop.” It didn’t. It pushed him all the way to a nearby Indian settlement, when he got there, the wind stopped almost as suddenly as it had began. Morgan got up and brushed himself off, “That was fun.” He said as many of the inhabitants of the camp were now looking at the stranger who had come on the wind.
Before Morgan knew it they had created a circle around him and two particularly large men came through and grabbed him by the arms and dragged him to a large tent. They pushed him inside, not following him, as he stumbled to the floor in front of who he could describe was the leader of the establishment. “Hi, sorry to barge in like this, I’m Morgan.” He smiled and sat properly on the mat on the floor, “I assume you wanted to see me.”
The old leader before Morgan finally spoke, “You speak strangely, pale face. I did send for you, this much is true. You know of the one from the Blue Box?”
“The blue…the Doctor?” Morgan asked, “Yeah, can’t say I’ve had a particularly long friendship with him up to this point but, how do you know about him? He said that he only went to England, this doesn’t look like England to me.”
“You are long winded, pale face. We have seen the one from the Blue Box in the prophecy that is unraveling. Where is he?”
“If only I knew.”
The Doctor, now, was in the process of exploring the small town and looking for the TARDIS, but mostly exploring. Everything was so new, exciting, inspiring, the way that people could take a somewhat uninhabitable place and make a life for hundreds of people without any current technology. It all fascinated the Doctor.
“Howdy stranger, haven’t seen you ‘round these parts ‘fore.” A cowboy leaning against the side of the building said, “You ‘ere for the star?” The Doctor walked up to the rough looking cowboy.
“Star?”
“You look like an educated man, you mean to tell me that you ain’t heard about the star?” The cowboy walked up to the Doctor and seized him up. He looked at him in the eyes for a second before pointing to something behind the Doctor. The Doctor turned quickly and looked at the massive ball of light that definitely wasn’t the sun.
“How did I not notice that?” The Doctor asked himself as he looked at the star off in the distance.
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“Yes. No. I might be, never checked.” The Doctor said operating the TARDIS controls. “Don’t really want to check actually, why do you ask?”
“Logical reasoning, I suppose. An alien with a spaceship that’s bigger on the inside, pockets that are bigger on the inside, one does have to wonder if you are bigger on the inside as well.” Morgan shrugged. “But you said that you had two hearts, you might be bigger on the inside. Actually, you know what, let’s just drop the subject.” The TARDIS jolted, throwing both of them to the ground.
“What, what, what?” The Doctor said, jumping up on his feet. “Something’s pulling the TARDIS in, it’s a force field or something, it’s too strong, I can’t stop it.”
“What are we going to do?” Morgan said, standing up unsteadily and grabbing a hold of the railing and trying to stable himself.
“I don’t know, I don’t know.” The Doctor said, pulling the gyrating screen towards him. “What are you?” He looked at the massive ball of light on the screen before everything went dark.
The Doctor woke up in a strange place. A bar. Or more accurately a saloon. With cowboys. He got up slowly and did a check of body parts. When he was certain that they were all there and in the correct places, he walked up to the bar. “Excuse me.” He asked the barkeeper, “Where am I? No, better question: how did I get here?”
“You think yur funny mister?” The bartender said, washing a glass with a random towel. “You got in ‘ere through the door.” He motioned over to the swinging ‘old west’ saloon doors. “Now,” He paused to spit on the floor, at which the Doctor grimaced at, “you can leave before I make ya forget how!”
“Right, good point, I will be leaving directly.” The Doctor said, got off of the barstool he was sitting on and walked through the swinging doors into the dusty west. Meanwhile, Morgan was having a completely different experience.
Morgan had already figured that something malfunctioned on the TARDIS, transporting them to the ‘old west’. That was his theory anyway. The one thing he did know was that the desert was hot. “Doctor?” He yelled looking around at his surroundings. “Yeah, figured you weren’t there.” He sighed, “I wish I had air conditioning. Or at least a breeze.” He looked up at the sky, “A small one?” He closed his eyes and stood, arms out and sweat dripping off of his forehead when suddenly a small wind blew. Morgan opened his eyes and smiled. “That is cool.”
The wind then started to blow harder. “Okay, that’s a little too much.” The wind blew harder, now pushing him off in another direction. “Really, stop.” It didn’t. It pushed him all the way to a nearby Indian settlement, when he got there, the wind stopped almost as suddenly as it had began. Morgan got up and brushed himself off, “That was fun.” He said as many of the inhabitants of the camp were now looking at the stranger who had come on the wind.
Before Morgan knew it they had created a circle around him and two particularly large men came through and grabbed him by the arms and dragged him to a large tent. They pushed him inside, not following him, as he stumbled to the floor in front of who he could describe was the leader of the establishment. “Hi, sorry to barge in like this, I’m Morgan.” He smiled and sat properly on the mat on the floor, “I assume you wanted to see me.”
The old leader before Morgan finally spoke, “You speak strangely, pale face. I did send for you, this much is true. You know of the one from the Blue Box?”
“The blue…the Doctor?” Morgan asked, “Yeah, can’t say I’ve had a particularly long friendship with him up to this point but, how do you know about him? He said that he only went to England, this doesn’t look like England to me.”
“You are long winded, pale face. We have seen the one from the Blue Box in the prophecy that is unraveling. Where is he?”
“If only I knew.”
The Doctor, now, was in the process of exploring the small town and looking for the TARDIS, but mostly exploring. Everything was so new, exciting, inspiring, the way that people could take a somewhat uninhabitable place and make a life for hundreds of people without any current technology. It all fascinated the Doctor.
“Howdy stranger, haven’t seen you ‘round these parts ‘fore.” A cowboy leaning against the side of the building said, “You ‘ere for the star?” The Doctor walked up to the rough looking cowboy.
“Star?”
“You look like an educated man, you mean to tell me that you ain’t heard about the star?” The cowboy walked up to the Doctor and seized him up. He looked at him in the eyes for a second before pointing to something behind the Doctor. The Doctor turned quickly and looked at the massive ball of light that definitely wasn’t the sun.
“How did I not notice that?” The Doctor asked himself as he looked at the star off in the distance.
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