A Grave Misunderstanding
Charlotte 'Charlie' Marcus stood at the in front of the town mall, watching the citizens of San Diego stroll by. Her jet black hair dangled in front of her sapphire eyes as she watched families, couples, and random individuals.
"Excuse me!" A boy around the age of eighteen ran up to her. He had shaggy, blond hair, chocolate eyes, and a narrow face. "You at the wall!" His British accent is what caught her attention.
"Me?" Charlie raised an eyebrow as she spotted him.
The boy was out of breath as he approached her, "Where…is…he?" He panted and coughed, "I thought he'd be here."
"Sorry, you got the wrong person." Charlie shook her head.
"Oh, I get it. You must be his friend."
"Who's friend?" Charlie grew confused.
The boy chuckled, "He said his friends were jokers. But this is really serious."
"Dude, I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Maybe he'll tell you later. Look, give him this when you go back to his TARDIS." The boy threw a small, wooden box into her hands.
"A what-DIS?"
"Just tell him that he's found me already!"
"What?" Charlie was way beyond confused.
"Thank you, dear girl. I'll never forget you." The boy hugged Charlie and ran off into the crowd.
"Hey, wait!" Charlie yelled after him, "I think you got the wrong person! Come back!" She chased the boy into the crowd.
Suddenly, a brown-haired man in a tweed jacket and a bow tie walked up to the same spot where Charlie stood, "Now, there is where he said he'd meet me." He check the golden watch on his left wrist, "And the exact time, too. Where is he? It's not like the prince of an alien world to show up late."
