The wind blew through the trees and bushes, making the air vibrate with the sound of leaves rustling. Cars buzzed passed the small park on the edge of town where young children played. The sky was cloudy, as usual in Washington, and the wind was terribly cold.

As a few kids ran around the field screaming and laughing, a young girl sat on her blanket across from the park. She was propped up against a tree, a book by the name of Evergreen in her lap. Her red and black reading glasses were set at the tip of her nose and her eyes darted excitedly from on sentence to the next. Beside her on the blanket, a half eaten mayonnaise and cheese sandwich sat on a paper plate and a closed bottle of Dr. Pepper sat beside that.

"Mind if I sit next to you?" The voice caught the girl by surprise and she jumped, knocking her glasses off her face and onto the ground. She grabbed them, placed them back on her nose and looked up.

The man standing above her smiled happily, fiddling with his bowtie. "Well?" He asked, correcting his posture slightly.

"O-oh, sure." The girl replied and scooted over, knocking the soda off the blanket. The man jumped down and sat against the tree, pushing his elbows into her arm. The girl scrunched her eyebrows in confusion but went back to her book.

The man looked over his shoulder, a pair of old round glasses on his face now. "Whatchya readin?" He asked. The girl noticed at that point that he had a British accent.

"None of your business." She replied, scooting over so she was now at the edge of the blanket. A few cats had come around and were munching on her sandwich, but she didn't care.

The man scooted closer, making the girl feel quite uncomfortable. "Well, I'm sitting here and you said I could, and now I'm looking over your shoulder because you said I could sit here right next to you. So, pretty much, it is my business." He smiled at her and looked back at the book. "So, what are you reading?"

The girl left out a long sigh. "If you must know, I'm reading a book called Evergreen."

The man nodded and fixed his bowtie so it was straight. "Ah, yes, oh, don't get too attached to Thomas, he's Ashley's even though they don't get together at the end."

"Do you mind, whoever you are?" The girl shot him an angry look and he became silent. After a few moments, he couldn't stand the silence.

"Forgot to mention my name. I'm the Doctor."

The girl raised an eyebrow at him. "The Doctor? Like, if I were in danger and I was your friend I would literally scream the Doctor?"

"I thought we were already friends?" He said, nudging her with his arm.

"Well, if we are friends, then that would mean you know who I am." The girl smiled, knowing he wouldn't be able to guess it.

"You are Helen, no, Hannah, maybe Jo, or even possibly Martha?" He guessed, but the girl shook her head, laughing somewhat.

"My name is Elizabeth Park, but you can call me Liz." She smiled and looked back at her book, which she closed and put down in the grass beside her. Standing up, she threw her now empty plate into the garbage and took her book and put it into the backpack she had hung on a sturdy branch in the tree. The Doctor sat below her, watching everything she was doing. Once she had finished putting all her stuff into the backpack, she zipped it up and swung it over her shoulder.

"Well, it was nice meeting you, Doctor." She said and waved goodbye as she walked off towards home.

"Liz, can you help me find my tape? I seem to have lost it..." Liz's mother called to her from the office room, but she heard nothing as she was lost in the second book of the Evergreen series, Fireweed. It had been two days since her encounter with the Doctor and she had almost forgotten it.

"Liz, I just called you." Her mother walked into Liz's room and the teen looked up.

"Oh, sorry mom," She closed her book, pushed it beneath her pillow and walked out into the hall with her mother. As she began her search for her mother's tape, the door bell rang.

"I'll get it," Liz told her mother and jogged out into the living room. She opened the door and gasped.

"Doctor?" She asked as he stepped inside the house and jumped onto the couch. "How did you find my house?"

"Easy. I looked through the TARDIS database-" he stopped and shook his head. "No, sorry, I meant to say I asked your friend Tyler and he told me where to find you."

"You spoke to Tyler about me?!" Liz wanted to faint, but focused her mind and glared at the Doctor. "What are you doing here anyway?"

The Doctor stood up and brought out a somewhat large metal wand with a green tip and flipped the top open. "I caught a large something on my sonic screwdriver, something in your house," He stopped and looked at Liz. "But, that can wait. Do you have any food I can eat? "He jumped over the green couch and raced into the kitchen, sliding on the wood flooring and opening up the fridge.

Liz raced after him and grabbed a bag of fishy crackers. "Here, eat this," She told him and tossed the bag over to him, but he ignored it. Instead, he grabbed a large ham that had been thawing and placed it onto the counter. "Where are the knives?" He asked, opening drawers one by one and searching through them.

"The top drawer on the left side of the fridge," Liz pointed to it and the Doctor opened it up, grabbed a long sharp knife, and closed the drawer and turned towards the ham, a funny gleam in his eyes.

Liz watched him from a chair at the table, Fireweed in her hands once more. But now she wasn't reading it. She was only watching the Doctor as he attempted to cook small pieces of ham on the stove. "When are you going to explain to me exactly who you are?" She asked, closing her book and walking over to the Doctor's side.

"I am making a simple lunch," He answered, taking a piece of ham with a fork and placing it onto a plate on the counter beside him. "I haven't eaten yet today."

The teen rolled her eyes and sat back in her chair at the table. "Just don't make a huge mess," She told him and looked down at her book.

As soon as she looked down, she heard rustling around her and looked up to see the Doctor sitting beside her eating a whole bunch of cooked ham pieces. "How'd you get done so fast?" She gasped and watched him as he smiled at her with a greasy mustache.

"I'm a Time Lord, so you can say I sort of control time." He wiped his face with a napkin from in his pocket. "Now, lets see about that big something."