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Jul. 15th, 2020
Mysteries of Greenville
1. Arrival in Greenville
Alexandra Grey looked at the house. It somehow didn’t quite look as she thought it would. It was, smaller, but not by much. “You like it?” her mother asked.
“It looks great!” she said. The size didn’t matter. What mattered was that it would make a good home. She was certain it would.
Alex looked at the bedroom. It was perfect. It certainly was larger than her former bedroom. She went over to the window. ‘This offers a great vantage point over the neighborhood.’
Hi, I’m Alex Grey and I’m an investigator. I’m new to Greenville and yet I already know some things aren’t right here. With the help of my new friends I’m going to find out what they are.
The Greenville Secondary School drop off zone was busy when Lana Herbert arrived. It was just like very other day since she had started Grade 10 a few weeks earlier. She smoothed her hair down and walked towards the entrance. However, she and another girl collided, and fell over.
“Sorry!” the other girl said. “I was looking at the school in general rather than where I was going.”
“It’s OK,” Lana stated as she got up and held out her hand. The other girl appeared to be a little shorter and had her dark hair tied back in two braids above her ears.
She took the offered hand and allowed herself to be pulled up. Her eyes moved around quickly as she looked Lana over. “Alex,” she said, indicating herself with her free hand.
“Lana,” she shook Alex’s hand before letting it go.
“So, been here long?” Alex asked.
“Since last year,” Lana answered quietly. It appeared that Alex was inquisitive. “I haven’t seen you around.”
“It’s my first day,” Alex admitted.
“I’m sorry I haven’t been very welcoming,” Lana said as stay started walking towards the entrance.
“Not everyone would be if they met the way we just did,” Alex said with a witty tone.
1. Arrival in Greenville
Alexandra Grey looked at the house. It somehow didn’t quite look as she thought it would. It was, smaller, but not by much. “You like it?” her mother asked.
“It looks great!” she said. The size didn’t matter. What mattered was that it would make a good home. She was certain it would.
Alex looked at the bedroom. It was perfect. It certainly was larger than her former bedroom. She went over to the window. ‘This offers a great vantage point over the neighborhood.’
Hi, I’m Alex Grey and I’m an investigator. I’m new to Greenville and yet I already know some things aren’t right here. With the help of my new friends I’m going to find out what they are.
The Greenville Secondary School drop off zone was busy when Lana Herbert arrived. It was just like very other day since she had started Grade 10 a few weeks earlier. She smoothed her hair down and walked towards the entrance. However, she and another girl collided, and fell over.
“Sorry!” the other girl said. “I was looking at the school in general rather than where I was going.”
“It’s OK,” Lana stated as she got up and held out her hand. The other girl appeared to be a little shorter and had her dark hair tied back in two braids above her ears.
She took the offered hand and allowed herself to be pulled up. Her eyes moved around quickly as she looked Lana over. “Alex,” she said, indicating herself with her free hand.
“Lana,” she shook Alex’s hand before letting it go.
“So, been here long?” Alex asked.
“Since last year,” Lana answered quietly. It appeared that Alex was inquisitive. “I haven’t seen you around.”
“It’s my first day,” Alex admitted.
“I’m sorry I haven’t been very welcoming,” Lana said as stay started walking towards the entrance.
“Not everyone would be if they met the way we just did,” Alex said with a witty tone.
Doctor Who: Changes in Time and Space
Prologue
The Thirteenth Doctor’s TARDIS, in the Vortex
Felicia Lovell entered the Console Room, where the Doctor and her other companions were. They were observing the TARDIS's progress through the vortex. For what seemed to be two to three months, the TARDIS had been going off course. ('One could never quite tell in the TARDIS', Felicia thought as she reflected on the matter.) No matter what course the Doctor had set, the ship would soon choose a different one of her own.
She had washed after their previous adventure where they had encountered a Terileptil in second century Rome. The Doctor had defeated their scheme with her usual alacrity. She had spent some time washing (as she had fallen into some muck that the other companions hadn't). She had then wondered through the corridors as she reflected on her time with the Time Lady.
“Ah, there you are,” the Doctor said as she entered the console room.
“Are we off course again?” Felicia asked rhetorically.
“Of course we are, it seems the console destination input circuitry, has joined the chameleon circuit in being broken,” one of her fellow companions, Daniel Hadley, said.
“That is not the reason we are going off course,” the Doctor said, with a disapproving tone.
“So, you do know what the reason is?”
“The reason is that the TARDIS is going off course, is that it wants to go off course,” the Doctor expounded. “Remember that she's alive, so to speak.”
“Did it take you months to figure that out?” Daniel asked.
“It didn’t take me months to find out that the TARDIS was going off course because it wanted to go off course, I found out almost immediately,” the Doctor said.
“So where are we going now?” Sigrun asked.
“If the TARDIS is going off course, we won’t know until we land, won’t we Doctor?” Daniel said, half to Sigrun, and half to the Doctor.
“The coordinates I input were for somewhere in Britain in early 2034,” the Doctor explained, as she took a look at the console screen. “But we're already off course. We may be arriving in Ireland in 2021.”
They all watched the console, seeing the coordinates shift earlier and earlier, and further to the south west, across the Atlantic. Soon they landed, in the Azores in 2018.
“2018, not a bad year,” the Doctor said.
Prologue
The Thirteenth Doctor’s TARDIS, in the Vortex
Felicia Lovell entered the Console Room, where the Doctor and her other companions were. They were observing the TARDIS's progress through the vortex. For what seemed to be two to three months, the TARDIS had been going off course. ('One could never quite tell in the TARDIS', Felicia thought as she reflected on the matter.) No matter what course the Doctor had set, the ship would soon choose a different one of her own.
She had washed after their previous adventure where they had encountered a Terileptil in second century Rome. The Doctor had defeated their scheme with her usual alacrity. She had spent some time washing (as she had fallen into some muck that the other companions hadn't). She had then wondered through the corridors as she reflected on her time with the Time Lady.
“Ah, there you are,” the Doctor said as she entered the console room.
“Are we off course again?” Felicia asked rhetorically.
“Of course we are, it seems the console destination input circuitry, has joined the chameleon circuit in being broken,” one of her fellow companions, Daniel Hadley, said.
“That is not the reason we are going off course,” the Doctor said, with a disapproving tone.
“So, you do know what the reason is?”
“The reason is that the TARDIS is going off course, is that it wants to go off course,” the Doctor expounded. “Remember that she's alive, so to speak.”
“Did it take you months to figure that out?” Daniel asked.
“It didn’t take me months to find out that the TARDIS was going off course because it wanted to go off course, I found out almost immediately,” the Doctor said.
“So where are we going now?” Sigrun asked.
“If the TARDIS is going off course, we won’t know until we land, won’t we Doctor?” Daniel said, half to Sigrun, and half to the Doctor.
“The coordinates I input were for somewhere in Britain in early 2034,” the Doctor explained, as she took a look at the console screen. “But we're already off course. We may be arriving in Ireland in 2021.”
They all watched the console, seeing the coordinates shift earlier and earlier, and further to the south west, across the Atlantic. Soon they landed, in the Azores in 2018.
“2018, not a bad year,” the Doctor said.