Chapter 85. The Doctor

“Sadly, we’ve had to take certain measures for both your safety and ours, seeing as, like my acquaintances, you seem to possess a certain wonderful gift. But it’s a temporary arrangement until we become better acquainted. I hope you won’t hold it against us that we acted hastily in a preventive manner without knowing your character or purpose for trespassing on our doorstep. And your name is?” It’s a whoosh of ridiculously precise, queen’s English in an exaggerated and somewhat foolish sense. I’m at a loss. I didn’t think people actually talked or behaved like this, let alone ones who survived living among the aggressive, low patient, temper driven, wolf kind, like me. He’s a little absurd.

I blink at him, stupefied at that whole upper crust, marble-mouthed mass of weirdness that came out of him. He seems like some eccentric Mary Poppins type character, and I’m sure I might still be high from whatever they darted me with. I stare blankly at him, dropping my head back on the pi