(AUTHORS NOTE: Yes I have added an OC (original character). I was hoping that when I write & upload the other chapters it all ties together. Please comment & tell me what your thoughts are!)

I sat alone in the TARDIS. My eyes seemed as if they were fixated on the console, but my mind was elsewhere. I just sat there. Thinking. I had lost two of the most important people in my life. Amelia Pond and Rory Arthur Williams. I've always told people, be extraordinary, and Amy and Rory were the definition of extraordinary. The girl who waited for me, and the boy who waited for her. If we had never gone to New York and I never began reading that book, I wouldn't be sat here right now. I'd be dashing around the TARDIS, flying it through time and space with them, my companions. My friends.

I had River Song, though. And that was good. River was my wife. No matter how sneaky she was and how much she yelled at me for trying to make her feel better and using my regeneration energy on healing her, I loved her; but just as much as I had lost two companions, she had lost both her parents, and she was coping better than me.

We had just been travelling. I fancied Hawaii, you know, a little holiday. But no. We ended up in Cardiff. Cybermen in Cardiff. Thrilling, I promise you. If it was Hawaii, maybe the Judoon would take our hotel to the moon, although I thought that had been taken care of when it was that hospital on the moon, with Smith and Jones. Martha Jones. I remember her. She had left, though. Just like River did. She decided one trip was enough, she had business to do, but she promised I'd see her again, greeting me in the exact same way.

Hello sweetie.

So she left, I felt sad, and there I was. Sitting alone in the TARDIS, not having a clue where to go next or what to do. Suddenly, it was like everything changed. With my head buried in my hands and my mind reeling with thoughts, the phone rang. Yes, there's a phone on the TARDIS. I lifted my head with hope, praying it was Amy, praying it was her voice on the other end, asking how I was, maybe asking me to visit. With these thoughts immediately entering my mind, I hauled myself up and sprinted towards the phone. I took a deep breath and composed myself, before picking up the handset and placing it on my ear.

"Hello?" I answered with a neutral tone, one that said 'not too happy but not too depressed either'.

"Is this... Is this the Doctor?" a small voice replied. I wasn't familiar with it, but it was frail and fragile and delicate.

"Yes, yes it is. Who may this be?"

"You don't know me. Not yet."

"Not yet?" I didn't quite know how to respond. Part of me could sense the adventures I could have if I followed this voice, the dangers that were out there, the wildness & freedom of time travelling to find this voice, that grew stronger and more confident with every passing second.

"Come and find me, Doctor. There's a universe waiting at that TARDIS door, and you've got places to visit, people to meet, adventures to have and quite frankly, aliens to battle with."

"But-"

"This is what your life is, Doctor, can't you see? You spend your life telling others to be extraordinary, showing them galaxies that even you've never heard of, introducing them to a life they'd never even imagined before, but you never realise something."

"What's that?" I asked, trying to hold my emotion before I broke down into tears again. My emotions had been running high for a while, and hearing this could possibly have triggered it.

"You're extraordinary, Doctor. So extraordinary. Especially to me." The voice returned to being small and quiet, almost whispering.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Caitlin. I'm young, but when you meet me, I'm almost all grown up. I'm just a girl who has a mother who is mischievous, who witnessed the loss of her parents, as she watched her husband break down. Her husband, my dad. My dad's a traveller. A traveller of time."

It felt like the TARDIS was folding in on itself, collapsing on top of me, when it hit me.

"What's your father's name, Caitlin?"

"He's the Doctor."