My name is Sophie.

Sophie Miller.

My name is Sophie Miller, I am 15 years old, and I was born in the year 2035.

I was frozen in suspended animation in the year 2050.

It is now the year 3050.

When my 'parents' opened the door of the freezer, they didn't expect one very angry teenager. They also didn't expect the fist to their faces.

That's why I'm here, on Venus. I escaped from them and hitched a ride.

Let me explain. I'm adopted. My 'parents' told me I was on my 14th birthday. They also told me that war was coming and they were going to freeze the whole family.

Not true, of course. They just froze me.

I still haven't figured out why.

But, anyway. Onto the story.

It's rather unbelievable. But, and I promise you this, it's one hundred percent credible. A thousand years in a deep-freezer, if anything, sobers you out of lying.

So, there I was on Venus. The port was very busy, nearly as busy as the one on Earth. There were businessmen, running around to board the hopper shuttles that went from here to Mercury or back to Earth. The mid-range shuttles went from Venus, Mercury or Earth to Mars, Jupiter and Saturn. The long-range shuttles departed Earth only and went to Uranus and Neptune. The really daring could still go to Pluto, although it wasn't recognized as a planet.

Ahead of me, I saw some women dressed up in long flowing dresses and hats overflowing with feathers. I always love a good party, so I decided to follow them to it. Luckily it was just down the road, so no cars were needed.

The government of the Solar System had decided that the only planet that should have cars was Earth. This caused much outrage and in the end they all voted that only 1000 cars should be granted to each planet. This made it very expensive to run and own a car. A 3 kilometre journey in a taxi cost $100!

The venue was a castle, set amongst a meadow of buttercups. Or, at least they appeared to be, until I got closer and discovered they were fake. The atmosphere, although protected by a 'bubble' of oxygen, was still too hot to support most plant life.

It seemed half the universe was here. I wondered why, but with all the people milling around it was very easy to slip in, despite what I was wearing. Cargo pants and a hardy bulletproof top were good for traveling, but not for attending A-list parties.

It was just like any other party I had been to. I didn't even know why I was here, only I had felt a drawing to the house. Canap s, champagne, rich, 20 something women dripping with diamonds with their 78-year-old husbands, all of that was here.

And then I saw him.

He wouldn't have stood out to anyone who didn't know him. He was tall, with brown hair that stuck up in spikes. He had brown eyes and was wearing black tie, like most of the other men in the room.

But I recognized his face instantly. I'd bet anyone from my generation (who had died out long ago, about 900 years) would recognize him too.

"Doctor," I said under my breath. Surely he couldn't hear me.

But he looked into my eyes anyway, even though there were tons of people between us.

Then he turned and walked out of the room.

Before I knew what I was doing I was struggling though the heaving masses of people towards the door. Thankfully, this corridor was empty. I ran after him, my sneakers thudding on the polished wood floor. I rounded a corner into a massive lounge room and bang- smashed into something hard.

I was winded, and lay on the floor gasping for breath when a hand appeared in front of me. I took it and heaved myself up, still struggling to breathe. And then, there he was, in front of me. The icon of my generation. The last and only time lord in existence. The Doctor.

I clasped his hand in both of mine and shook it. "Doctor. How nice to be meeting you finally."

He stared back at me with, what my best friend Rei would say, a 'whaaa?!' look. Too bad for Rei she wasn't here. She died, apparently, 960 years ago.

"Who are you?" He asked. He slid his hand out and reached inside his pocket for his sonic screwdriver.

I threw my hands up. "I'm a friend! My name is Sophie Miller. I'm 15. And you are The Doctor, the last time lord, who has his tardis." I finished, rather proudly.

The Doctor had frozen when I had said his name. Now, he said slowly, "How do you know all that? I've never met you before."