It was fifteen minutes past twelve, eight blue smurfs had just walked by my windowsill and the sound of the dematerializing TARDIS was still echoing through the street and I decided that it would be a weird day. And a weird day it was, I was just about to close my curtains to keep the weirdness out when I saw her. Now she was weird but weird in a good way. She was beautiful. Long blond hair pinned up into elaborate curls and she was wearing a dress, no a gown it was yellow and white and had more frills then I cared to count and she even carried a matching parasol. All this created the perfect image of a character that walked right out of pride and prejudice. As the Kat would have put it. “She's so hot she's steaming!” And she was walking through a busy shopping centre and the weird thing was, nobody noticed her. She just walked through the street like anybody else.

Even until this day I do not know why I did not call out to her, why I did not stop her or why nobody else seemed to notice what was transpiring.

The woman walked on occasionally twirling her parasol until she met another woman. She was `normal' so to say that she was wearing what you'd expect from the average Jane Doe in the street and her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. A small child was running around her making a fuss as any tired kid would when its mother wasn't going home fast enough.

The two women talked, about what I cannot recall. I was too mesmerized by what the Victorian woman was doing. While she talked she stepped around the other woman and the child walked into her dress and crawled under it. And up to this moment I doubt what my eyes have seen and my ears have heard on that fateful moment. The Victorian woman made what I thought was a brief curtsey and at the same time I heard a sudden shriek of surprised terror. She did not stand up again. She kept herself a bit low and her gown bulged as if someone was punching outwards. Now I realize that this was caused by the struggles of the child.

The two women continued their conversation like nothing was happened and all the other people just walked around them in a circle so they where standing in a circle that was empty of people. I was stunned to silence and immobility as I began to imagine what was happening to the child. The dress of the Victorian woman began to slowly rise in the front as I guess her belly grew out as the child was filling it. The struggles faded away as the woman's belly grew bigger and in no less then fifteen minutes I judged the belly large enough to completely encompass the child. I knew that the child was still alive, at least for the moment because the belly of the Victorian woman occasionally deformed as if a very large baby was kicking but more violently.

The conversation must have been over because the `normal' woman walked on and I saw the woman in the Victorian dress looking straight at me though it felt more like she was staring through me. With a slow waddle she approached me and took my hands. She moved them to her belly and I could feel the struggles of the taken child. She winked hugged me and walked away.

I do not know how long I remained standing there after she had left my field of view. I do not know the fate of the unfortunate child but I fear to learn it some day.