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St Christophe
7th December 1783
Dear Mother,
Oh, what a wonderful night! It was like the best game of hide and seek – you remember for my seventh birthday party when all my friends came and we hunted over the entire house and then had meringues?
It was like that. Only without meringues. And a little bit scary.
Monsieur Rory Williams and I were being hunted throughout Dr Bloom’s clinic. We hid in cupboards, under beds, in a cellar, and even, at one tense moment, under the desk in Dr Bloom’s study.
It was when we were there, curled up in a ball, that I whispered to Rory, ‘Sir, what do you think will happen when they find us?’
Rory shook his head sadly, his voice even quieter than mine. ‘I don’t know. Nothing very good. I’m not exactly lucky.’
‘What was that creature we saw last night?’
‘I have absolutely no idea.’
‘I have seen something like it before,’ I told him. And I had, I just cannot remember how or why. But I know it was here. Oh Mother, when you get this, can you try and remember for me? If you can, do write back and tell me. I know I am sending you ever so many letters at the moment, but this is the most EXCITING time of my whole life.
We spent some of the night in the kitchen. I ate some cheese and two slices of cake. Rory did not eat. We heard a squeaking of wheels, and we looked through to where Amy was being wheeled stiffly past by a man who I had thought was Monsieur Pond, but Rory put me right.
‘That is my wife,’ he said, sounding ever so sad. ‘And the man with her is the Doctor. And they’re just not right.’
‘Should we go to them?’
Rory shook his head and slumped down on Cook’s chair. ‘Something is very wrong. I want to. But I can hear the Doctor’s voice in my head, telling me not to.’
‘How?’
‘I don’t know. But it’s what’s had me so confused these last couple of days. I think I ended up with some of him in my head.’ He grimaced, like he was swallowing cough medicine.
I nodded. Amy, Rory and the Doctor. Three wonderful and marvellous people who have such extraordinary lives. Oh, Mother, when I come home, do you think we can have them to stay?
So the two of us sat in the kitchen until the restaurant was empty, then we went and hid under a table. ‘We’ll just stay here and think of something.’
We stayed there for hours. I think I even slept a bit. I know Monsieur Rory snored gently. But after a while, breakfast came and went, and we were alone. I wondered if we should move out… but Rory wanted to make sure we were absolutely alone.
He was right to worry.
‘Monsieur,’ I breathed. ‘Someone is coming!’
I could hear my heart pounding ever so loudly. Rory stared at me. We could hear footsteps coming closer and closer. We were about to be discovered. My heart leapt into my mouth!
The footsteps stopped at our table!
They paused!
Oh, Mother!
They crouched down!
They lifted back the tablecloth.
‘Rory! Maria!’ cried Amy. ‘I am so pleased to see you.’
Then another face appeared. The Doctor. He grabbed hold of Rory’s ankle, dragging him protesting out from under the table. ‘Rory!’ he grinned, wrapping him in an enormous bear hug that squeezed the breath out of him. ‘I’ve been you!’
‘Right,’ mumbled Rory.
‘You’ve had a gorgeous time, I bet.’
‘Not… especially, no.’
The Doctor stepped back, his eyes were wide and dancing. ‘Did you escape from any monsters? Did you set anything on fire? I’m always doing that. Honestly, one minute it’s Tell Me Your Plans, the next it’s BOOOM! My insurance premiums are terrible.’ The Doctor uses ever such strange words. ‘Anyhow, you’re all back to normal, yes?’
‘Yes.’ Rory was ever so tight-lipped.
The Doctor nudged him with his elbow. ‘Go on then. What was it like being me? Wasn’t it just a bit brilliant? Did it open up your tiny mind?’
Rory looked a little ill. ‘It’s nice to be me, actually. I’m not a hero.’
‘Oh, don’t be modest. You’ve done some wonderful things.’ The Doctor winked at me. ‘You’ve married Amelia Pond and can probably mend a fuse. I’ve never got the hang of that. Very important.’ He turned to me and lowered his voice. ‘It’s OK, Maria, you don’t need to know what a fuse is. They’re rubbish.’ He turned back to Rory. ‘Anyway, Rory, you’ve got your brain back…’
Rory sat on the chair and looked up at the Doctor. For a second he looked angry. ‘And what was it like being me?’ he asked.
The Doctor tugged at his braces, embarrassed. ‘Oh, don’t apologise – I’m sure I’ll get over it.’ He waved it away.
At which point, Amy reached down and took my hand. ‘Come along, Maria, let’s go find some buns. They’ll probably be shouting at each other for a bit.’
Your ever loving
Maria
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