A young woman, of about 23 years of age, sat on her bed, a beer clasped in one hand and the other stroking the short fur of her french bulldog. Her hair, that was currently dyed a dark blue, was up in a messy bun and she had her eyes closed. Her mind was calling out for someone, anyone, to save her from her mundane life- she knew, just knew, there was more out there than just what was in front of her.
It was a long shot, that's for sure, but she prayed. She wished, she hoped, and, she dreamed. Her dog, Sarah Jane, had long since fallen asleep under the soft scratches her mom was giving her as she prayed. Her room was covered in fairy lights, ranging in color from white, to purple, to blue, and to orange. Plants covered every available surface, and the aroma of her lavender incense made her smile slightly. Only slightly.
She was bored; life was boring. Work, home, food, work, and on and on it went. So mundane. The universe was infinite , that much she knew for sure. The stars in the night sky seemed to sing to her, and she happily obliged by constantly talking up at them- wishing, praying, hoping, dreaming. For she needed more than this life had to offer.
A noise outside startled her into dropping her beer on the floor- the dark liquid quickly being absorbed by the white fluffiness of her rug. Her eyes shot open and she sprang from the bed, hope blossoming in her chest as she stared out her window that over looked the backyard and she smiled. A bright, wide smile that seemed to shine in the dim lighting of her room. Outside, sitting next to her intricate garden, sat a blue police call box that was materializing as she stared, and she soon found herself running towards the stairs and out the back door, Sarah Jane hot on her heels and barking crazily.
A man in a bow tie stepped out, a fez sat on his head of brown hair, and he shook his head as he looked around, producing a strange device from his suit pocket and pointing it at random objects, all the while muttering to himself.
"Ex-excuse me, but.. who are you?" She asked, finally able to find her voice as her dog began barking once again.
He turned at the sound of her voice and jumped slightly as Sarah Jane ran to him, her stumpy tail wagging as she sniffed at his trousers.
"Well, if it isn't my favorite dog, Janie!" He exclaimed, ignoring the young woman as he bent to scratch the dog behind her ears- she was stunned. He'd called her by her nickname and found her favorite scratching place.
"Wait. No, seriously! Who are you? I'll call the cops! How do you know my dog? And why does she like you? She hates everyone!" The woman started ranting, her face turning a slight shade of pink in her exasperation as she watched her very anti social dog rolled onto her back, only to receive a belly scratching.
The strange man finally stopped scratching Sarah Jane and looked up at the young woman, a grin plastered on his face as he exclaimed, "Ah! Our first meeting, Miss Wesley! I'm the Doctor, and you and I are going to be amazing friends."