Growing up, my mother told me stories. Stories of hope. Stories of sadness. Stories of triumph. She told me stories of the mysterious adventurer from all of time and space, known only as The Doctor. The tales she told me, the amazing adventures they had together. It was as if it were simply fiction. That was the impression I was under for most of my life, although I loved the tales of the mad man in the police box, I couldn't help but feel they were imaginary. One day everything changed. The man in the 1960's police box turned up right on my doorstep and I couldn't quite believe the events that followed.