The Story of Emily Evans

VII: The End of the World

"Right then...!" The Doctor told us as Rose and I walked into the Tardis, the doors now shut behind us. "Rose Tyler, you tell me. Where do you want to go...?" He practically pranced around the control panel as he spoke. "Emily went backwards, you can also go forwards in time. It's your choice. What's it going to be...?"

"Forwards...." Rose spoke, a little bit uncertain as to wether the Doctor was telling her the truth.

"How far...?" The Doctor then asked her.

"A hundred years...?" Rose more so asked than told him.

The Tardis began to shake as I paced my hands onto a railing near the console, Rose did the same. After a second or so, the Tardis came to a stop.

"There you go." The Doctor told her, a bit nonchalantly. "Step outside those doors, it's the 22nd century."

"You're kidding." Rose told him, a slight smile on her face.

"That's a bit boring, though. Do you want to go further...?" The Doctor seemed to ask her.

"Fine by me." Rose replied.

The Doctor then flipped some more switches on the console as the Tardis started to shake once more as it moved through time. Just looking at the duo by the console brought a small smile up to my face as I saw them. Yet, my thoughts seemed to trail over to Rose with a sudden jealousy which erupted within my chest, my heart. However, I didn't know why. It wasn't as if I had feelings for the Doctor...did I...? I just met him and yet.... My hand seemed to tail over my necklace for a second before it rested back at my side.

"Right then, you asked for it." I heard the Doctor's voice tell Rose, it seemed to snap me from my thoughts as they faded to the deepest corners of my mind. "I know exactly where to go. Hold on!"

Once again, I held onto the railing as the Tardis came to a stop once again. "Where are we now...?" I asked the Doctor once the Tardis stopped it's shaking. He only responded by pointing towards the door.

"What's out there...?" Rose asked him, only for him to motion towards the doors once more.

Rose walked over towards the doors, opened them and took a step outside before they closed, though not fully. When I went to go join her, the Doctor suddenly pulled me back.

"You seriously aren't going out in that, are you...?" He asked me, referring to my outfit.

"Why not...?" I asked him as I looked towards my outfit. I was wearing a long sleeved cream colored jumper, a dark red scarf, light blue trousers, and some black and white trainers.

"One word: scarf...who even wears scarves...?" He asked me.

"I do." I responded, my voice a bit harsher than I intended it to be.

"On a space station...?" He then asked me. "In the far far future...?"

"Rose is wearing a red hoodie, what's the difference...?" I asked him, my mind somehow just skipped over the fact that we were on a space station. "And what about your clothes...? Mr. All-dressed-in-black...?"

"It's not all black." He told me once again. "Your clothes are all bland, so...."

"What...?" I asked him as I placed my hands on my hips. "21st century...? Incase you don't know, that's where-when you picked me up!"

"They're bland...even for the 21st century." He told me. "Don't you have something less...more you...?"

He then suddenly left, leaving me to head back to my room. However, I never quite made it there as the Tardis seemed to change as I walked. So, instead of finding my room; instead, I found a room labeled 'Wardrobe'...even though I had followed the directions exactly, to the 't', to my room.

I slowly entered the room and towards all the rows upon rows of fabrics and clothes which hung around the walls. They were from multiple era's, some looked almost alien while others looked more familiar. In the middle of the farthest wall, at least from the door, stood some sort of machine...I couldn't seem to fathom it's use.

"W-what...?" I asked aloud as I looked at all the clothes in just this room. It had to've contained hundreds of different garments. "And he said I had to pack my clothes...!" At my somewhat anger, a yellow light seemed to spiral around the room, slightly scaring me, before it seemed to settle around a specific rack of clothes.

I looked at the clothes which hung from that rack. They all seemed to appear so soft and comfy that I could probably fall asleep in them no matter where I was. However, my mind seemed to cling back to the Doctor's words 'they're bland...even for the 21st century'.

"I like them but...." I stated as I looked at the clothes, thinking aloud. "He'll say they're all dull, boring, conventional, derivative, imitative...unoriginal." Wait...why do I even care about what he thinks...? I suddenly asked myself as I begun to lightly smile. "Alright...let's show him something a bit...eccentric." I stated with a small turn as I looked at the room before a smile seemed to play on my lips. "Oh, this'll be fun...!" A little giggle then made it's way from my lips. "Jackie always did try to reign in my more...creative side...."

At that, the lights on the floor seemed to go towards the machine along the back wall as it started to produce an outfit. My heart seemed to flutter at what it made, I instantly liked it and just had to try it on instantly.

A plain, low cut, white tube, crop top wrapped itself around my torso while some black leggings wrapped themselves around my legs. My feet seemed to slide into a pair of black, knee high, combat boots which made me look an inch or so taller. While a hoodie-less, button-less, zipper-less black jacket wrapped itself along my arms. Silver jewels embroidered themselves along where the buttons would've been on the jacket as well as on the edges of it's sleeves. A silver chain hung along my waist, a small, black, purse-like bag hung off of it...far bigger, at least on the inside, than what you'd think it'd be.

I internally screamed as I looked into a mirror within the Wardrobe room. I've always wanted to dress like this but no...! That's not acceptable in school, nor the library, nor anywhere social, not even just laying around in your room all day.... I guess that explained my choice in clothing...however how unoriginally unoriginal that would be....

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