Sally glanced down for maybe the hundredth time at the thin sheet of paper clutched in her hands. The address said 'Apartment Number 13, ask for Suzanne.' Her brow wrinkled in a frown as she looked between door 12 and door 14. Maybe she had the wrong building? Or maybe…it was the mist?

Experimentally, she broadened her shoulders and intently stared at the wall between the two doors. She focused and slowly the doors began to move apart, slowly, a hidden door came into her view as she mentally tore apart the veil. It was different than the other doors. Where the surrounding doors were painted purple and had brass knobs, this one was painted pitch black with a knob made from rusted silver, the wood was thinning and worn and the paint was peeled. Sally drew in a ragged breath, feeling her blood chill. She knew in that instant that the door presented a test. A test she was determined to fail.

She stepped back, blinking several times in attempt to dispel the image, and she watched as the door faded into nonexistence. Leaving only doors 12 and 14 in its place.

Next came the act. She was good at acting, mostly. She put on a rather confused face, looking between doors 12 and 14. She glanced at the paper, then back again at the door. "Hello?" She called, "Suzanne?" She blinked, then shrugged beginning to walk away, but behind her, she heard the creaking sound of an old door opening. She turned and saw quite clearly, a tall skinny woman with three glowing blue eyes on her face and a form fitting silk dress draped around her. The woman was glaring at Sally.

Sally smiled, attempting to keep the nervousness out of her voice "Oh hello," She said happily to the women, "You must be Suzanne, I've come to walk your dog. You called me last night." Sally worked two jobs most of the week, but by some coincidence, they both offered Sundays as an off day. This left Sally walking dogs and sweeping sidewalks and babysitting on Sundays. It was the only way she could pay the bills.

The women scowled, "You failed the test mortal." She informed. "They told us that you could see through the mist."

Sally laughed, although I was a timid laugh "No I haven't seen it yet." She grinned, "I'm waiting for a re-run to play, fell asleep before it came on. So, no spoilers for me thanks. Now, where's the dog?" She said the words obliviously, trying not to show how much she was dreading the idea of the creature seeing through her game.

The lady shook her head muttering something about disgusting mortals. Then she said, quite clearly, "We no longer require your services, leave."

Sally frowned, "Um, okay then." She shrugged, "have a nice day." She turned on her heel and casually walked away, when she heard the door close, she picked up a run, darting around the block and stopping at the street corner taking long steadying breaths. "It' not real." She muttered to herself. She shook her head, "Never real never real." She said the words firmly, forcing herself to believe.

She had always had these 'delusions' as her late uncle had put it. Ever since she was a kid. When she was younger, she tried to interact with the monsters that she saw. Once she had even accused the lunch lady of being a giant bat in disguise in front of several teachers. She had gotten detention for a week, but to this day she swears that the lunch lady had long leathery wings.

Once she had calmed herself, she glanced down at her scrap paper with the names and addresses of her clients. Then she set off down the street in search of her next job, it would be her last for the day, which was a relief, as the sun was beginning to go down. She pulled her limp hoodie around her to fend off the chill in the air. Autumn was coming, and so was the cold. She didn't much mind the cold, but she preferred the summer, times where it was warm enough to go for a swim or a boat ride. She occupied herself with thoughts of the sea as she weaved through the busy pedestrians on the sidewalk.

The next address wasn't too far away, just a small apartment a few blocks away from the monsters, no, rude lady's home. She found the apartment number and knocked on the door and a slightly chubby man answered. He wore a pair of bellbottom jeans and a white 'I heart NY' tank top. He smelled of booze and beef jerky. He swayed, Sally noted the half empty bottle of beer in his hand. Beyond the man Sally could hear a blaring radio playing far too loud country music.

"Hello little lady," The man said with a hint of a southern accent, "My names ted." He leaned on the door frame and gave the sally a drunk smile.

Sally kept her distance, "Uh huh," Sally said glancing once more at the paper, "I'm looking for a Miss Lizzy. I'm here to walk the dog."

"Riiiight," The man slurred, "Aunt Lizzy, the dog walkers here!"

Frantic footsteps were heard bustling down a hallway. "Oh good!" An elderly voice chided. A women appeared at the door, she looked to be about seventy years old. She wore huge wide rimmed glasses and a long flowing denim skirt that reminded Sally of a gypsy. Her shirt was baggy and tie-dyed. In her arms she cradled a small beagle puppy who was contently snoozing.

"Hello." Sally said politely.

"Oh hello, welcome dear!" The women exclaimed, pushing Ted back into the apartment and handing the beagle over to Sally. "This is Mister Tibbles." She informed before grabbing a leash that was hanging by the door and giving it to Sally. "Don't go too far from here," She went on, "and for lord's sake try not to drop the leash, my Tibbly is a runner. Have 'em back in an hour, no longer, alright?"

"Yes ma'am." Sally said respectfully clicking the leash onto the now grumpy puppy's collar and placing him down on the ground.

The lady smiled, thanked Sally, and then closed the door.

Sally sighed as she took once more to the streets of New York. "Come on then Tibbles." She muttered.

Sally and Mister Tibbles ended up at a dog park nearby. It was bustling with people and other puppy dogs. Mister Tibbles seemed to like the place. He insisted on sniffing everything, occasionally he would find a particularly good smell and chase it for a while, barking and howling loudly as he did. Well, as loud as a small puppy could manage.

At one point he caught a sniff that particularly interested him, he dug his nose to the ground intently and led Sally about the park. Whatever he was smelling, he wanted it dead, as his curious yapping turned to growling hate. Sally was somewhat amused by the puppy's antics and allowed herself to be towed along.

Tibbles followed the trail to a man. He was a cop who was patrolling the area. Tibbles jumped at the cop as if he were a feral beast intent on taking down a long standing enemy. Safe to say that the cop was amused.

"Oh hey little guy," The cop laughed bending down to pet the little monster who was currently attempting to strangle his shoe. "Aren't you a cutie?" The cop asked.

Tibbles just kept trying to murder the cop, managing to bite at his gloved hand.

"Aww, is he teething?" The guard asked, looking up at Sally.

"Um," Sally said, "I don't really know, I'm just walking him." Sally gave a nervous smile looking at the man. But then, Sally felt a rush of terror. The cop, he was pale, deathly pale. She could see faintly his eyes behind his sunglasses, was he…was he wearing sunglasses? No. He wasn't. It was his eyes, two black holes in his skull burning with a faint red glow.

Sally shivered, then slowly backed away, giving the strange man a small good bye then turning and walking away as fast as possible without drawing suspicion. "Not real." She told herself, closing her eyes tightly, "Not real, never real. Just…just delusions." She pulled the dog along with her as she slowly convinced herself that the man wasn't a soulless skeleton, just a pale cop with sunglasses. As she force fed herself the truth, she bumped into somebody. He was no one in particular, just some kid with…a sword? No. It was a stick. Just a stick. The kid apologized than ran off, he was heading for the cop.

Sally sucked in a painful breath, resolving that this time, she wouldn't watch. Then she pulled on the leash, only to find, that it was lighter than before. Tibbles had slipped his collar. She spun on her heel, her eyes landing on the escaping shape of the small dog, it was running for the exit.

"Crapcrapcrapcrap," She said running at full speed to and weaving through the mass of people, trying to keep her eyes on the running mutt. The dog dived out of the dog park and ran down the side walk, yapping excitedly as he ran. Sally followed. Soon the dog pulled a hard left, diving into an ally, Sally skidded, then turned the corner, and she saw the small dog at the end of the ally. In front of the beagle was a large brick wall, and behind him the creeping figure of Sally trying to capture the beast. Sally treaded lightly. She didn't want to scare the pooch, nor convince him that the two were indeed playing a game of chase, thus encouraging the dog to run faster. She just walked to him slowly.

That slowness was dearly paid for. A loud whooshing sound filled the streets, in front of Sally, a blue box fading was in and out of existence. Sally backed up quickly as the box appeared, noting that the form of the small dog seemed to phase into the box. Then in an instant, the whooshing ceased. Now it was just Sally and the box facing off in the ally.

Sally gazed at the blue box. It had just eaten Mister Tibbles! She gulped, "alright," She whispered to herself, "Delusion or not, I need to get the dog back." The girl cleared her throat and stepped up to the strange blue box.

"Okay," She began, voice ringing with as much authority as she could muster, which wasn't a lot. "I can see you." She informed he box, "And, there's probably a reason for that. A good reason." She clarified, "Now, mister or miss," She squinted at the sign on the box, barely making out the words in the dim light of the ally, "Police public call box," She went on, "you need to spit out my clients dog. Right now." She stomped her foot and pointed at the ground.

Mister or miss police public call box failed to respond.

"Now." Sally said again. Not knowing what else to do, she crossed her arms and glared daggers at the box.

The box, once more, failed to respond.

Sally sighed, "Am I really about to do this?" She asked herself. Then, she took a few hesitant steps forward, and grabbed the handle of the call box, and swung the door open. It opened with no trouble, which made her suspiciously jump backwards.

She didn't have long to observe the interior of the box, as soon she was meant with a smiling face, a man who was in the box. "Oh hello," The man grinned at her, an English accent present in his voice. "I'm the Doctor." He said, adjusting his bowtie and beaming at the girl. He was interrupted from further introductions, as Mister Tibbles ran up to the 'Doctor' and began barking contently up at him. Mister Tibbles began climbing at his leg, signaling that he wanted up. The man laughed, "Is this your dog?" He asked Sally.

AN

Ha, ha! Writers block is no match for me! I hope anyone who read this at least somewhat liked this. There aren't enough stories where Sally is the Doctor's companion, I feel that the idea could be used in extremely epic ways. This is a bit of a rewrite from a story I posted earlier today. It was pretty sloppy, but I think I managed to clean it up a bit. Tell me what you think, if you, you know, feel like it. Also, 10,000 internet cakes will be awarded to you if you can pin point this chapters obscure reference. (Pst, it's to the HP books)

Thanks for reading, lots of love;

Missshadowbolt