Author's Note: This is a sequel to my first story. I wrote both around the same time months before I ever joined I wrote both without much thought before hand, during, or afterwards. It was mostly just to amuse myself.

After the first time I met the Doctor, I found someone in an online chatroom who knew all about him. Once I knew who he was, I felt awful at my missed opportunity. I could have traveled through time and space and I missed it. So, I kept an eye out hoping that one day I would run into him again. One day I was driving down an old country road and I saw it. The blue shed from before. I pulled over and slowly approached the shed. I didn't want him to think that I was a threat, who knows what he might do then. I reached the door without incident. I opened it and went inside. It wasn't as big inside as I thought it would be, though. There was barley room enough for me to fit inside. There was only about as much space as there would be in a real phone booth. "Strange", I thought to myself. But he was there. He didn't look as I expected though. He was bald, and fat, wearing a t-shirt that said "Who Farted?". Was the shirt meant to be a pun? I'm still not sure, but I had thought that the Doctor would have a more clever sense of humor. Anyway, he was sitting down with his pants around his ankles and reading an unfolded newspaper. This I found, at the time, to be the strangest thing. Then it hit me. "He must have just finished regenerating", I thought to myself. It was at this point that he spoke to me. "WHAT ARE DOIN'?! GET THE HECK OUTTA HERE!". He was obviously still mad about the last time we met.

"I'm really, really sorry." I started, "I didn't who you were. I don't know what more I can say, other than I think you're great".

"Super! Now, GET THE HECK OUT!".

"I can see your still mad. Unless you're just upset, because of the new body you got! 'Cuz. Boy you sure got a strange one this time. I don't mean anything by that but I'd be upset about it too.".

"What're you tryin' to be funny? NOW, Get–The–Heck–Out–Before– I–Kick–Your–Butt!"

"You're right I shouldn't have said that. I don't know what I was thinking. I didn't mean it. Please, take me with you."

"THATS IT! I'm gonna beat the snot outta ya!"

"Awright, I'll go. I know you don't think I'm worthy but I hope one day to prove to you that I am". I opened the door to leave and as I motioned to leave, the Doctor called out, "WAIT!". "He changed his mind", I thought to myself ecstatic. "Before you go had me that", the Doctor said pointing. I picked up what looked like a roll of toilet paper. Of course, I knew it couldn't be toilet paper. I knew it had to be the physic paper, I heard about. I tore some off and stuffed it in my pocket, then handed him the roll. After that I left, hoping he would notice I took the paper and maybe come back one day to retrieve it. He didn't seem to notice at all. I got in my car and drove away. I still have the paper but still haven't figured out how it works yet.