Vixen Aival knew how to climb the school gates easily. She was the only one who could physically do it, and actually have the nerve to bunk of school. The rest of the Year 9's watched her anxiously at the end of lunch as she handed in her forged note of absence to Student Services and then went over to the bolted up gate. With a grin on her face, she swung her leg high over the gate and landed gracefully over the other side. Her best friend Ayeisha watched more than anxiously as she walked coolly down the street. She followed her as far as the end of the school fence before turning back.

"Be careful, OK, Vix?" Ayeisha said, her short blonde hair bobbing around her shoulders.

Vixen turned to face Ayeisha and smiled kindly. It was rather strange to see Vixen smiling somewhat kindly; she was always looking either mysterious and expressionless, or furious and ready to blow. But when she smiled, it was something else. Her whole face lit up in a dark-lipped smile that melted all the guys, and her marbled blue eyes glimmered in whatever light there was. She rarely gave this smile to anyone - at the moment she only gave it to Ayeisha who needed encouragement for the littlest things.

Vixen's smile faded slowly as Ayeisha left, but she turned away and continued to walk to the bus stop, where she would be meeting Lysandra and Sapphire. She swung her long straight hair behind her back where it swayed down past her hips like a black velvet curtain. Her chalk-white skin was startlingly bright in the winter light, and as she walked, she was pleased to attract all the stares possible. She rounded the corner and nearly ran into a man who was walking past. He looked about 35 years old, and he was wearing a long brown coat over a pinstripe suit, and a peculiar expression. Vixen ignored the man, but then she couldn't as his hand lashed out and locked onto hers.

"Oi!" Vixen yelled, struggling.

The man's grip was tight and held her arm firmly. He kept on walking, ignoring Vixen's yells and swearing. She could already see the bus stop where Lysandra and Sapphire were waiting. They had heard her yelling and were now running towards her, screaming at the man.

"Just keep walking," He said softly, "And whatever you do, do NOT look behind you."

Vixen noticed the intensity in the strangers voice, and her head quickly turned to look behind. The man let out a defeated sigh as she did so, and then started running. Vixen had no choice but to follow, but she saw what was happening. A piercing scream escaped her lips and her head snapped back to the front. The man was leading them around to the front of the school, and he shook Vixen's arm as tears started to roll down her cheeks, blackened by the mascara on her eyes. The view was stuck in her mind, and no matter how hard she shook her head, she couldn't rid her mind of the blood-curdling image... The large khaki coloured beast, 4 metres high and dripping molten blood from its razor sharp teeth. 2 beady eyes heavy set in its large tight-skinned face... Huge feet making huge prints in the ground behind.

Screams were echoing around the street, hers being the loudest. Large thumps were coming closer and closer towards her, trembling the ground like an earthquake. The monster was still charging behind them, only half as fast though. They started to run faster, faster, faster, and eventually they began to slow down in front of a large blue box. The strange man opened the door and they both fell inside. Vixen expected to fall against a wall, but she squealed as she fell into nothingness.

Great! There wasn't a back on the Police Office Box! Vixen thought grumpily, but as she stood up and surveyed the room, she realised that there was a back - it was just a lot farther back that physically possible.

She looked at the door, then again at the back. She took more steps backwards and tripped over a few stairs. The man ran around the room and dumped his coat over a strange looking stand. Vixen had a few questions in her mind, bubbling up like liquid fire, and as they rolled off her tongue, her voice was less than kind.

"Who are you, where am I and what are you doing?!" She shrieked, stamping her foot on the metal crosshatched flooring.

The man looked calmly at her and answered the questions with no hesitation and no eye-contact.

"I'm the Doctor, you're in the TARDIS, and I'm saving your life."