[I do not own Doctor Who.]
Just outside my window is the dining room roof. It's flat and covered in gravel, but with a blanket and a pillow, it's my favorite spot in the world. The view is fantastic. Admittedly it is just sea of roof tops and the local school playground. It may not be a beautiful sea view or a landscape of lush green; but it is my view. I spend most my time out there reading or looking at the stars.
On the 1st of July, just after midnight, I saw a shooting star. By the angel it was the most beautiful thing I'd seen in a long time. I made my wish and took it as a good omen that July was going to be amazing. I tried so hard to believe in that star. Like everyone I have my family issues and I didn't exactly have any proper friends. My older brother was at university and my Mum was away a lot, so I spent most my time at home alone.
By the angel! I had never been so thankful to the stars! July was indeed amazing. For my 18th birthday my mother threw me the most beautiful wonderland themed bbq tea party. She also surprised me with the best family holiday to Disneyland. Now that may seem stupid, not really miracle of the stars events, but I'm that kinda girl. I detest the taste of alcohol, I see no point in drinking and dancing in sweaty clubs with strangers (no matter how many time my friend I insist I go) I preferred books and getting extremely emotionally attached to TV shows. Not to say I didn't enjoy a good adventure, but there really wasn't much to have adventures over or anyone to have them with in my little city. So I went on the odd run to The Abby Parks to make sure I was ready for when the adventures do come.
Anyway, by the end of July I was sat on my roof home alone again whispering my thanks to the universe. When I saw notice a box like thing in the playground. I stared at it for a while in the darkness it was hard to identify completely, it kinda looked blue. All of a sudden there was a small bang, easily dismissed as a car door slamming if I hadn't been watching the box. The door of the box opened and a flood of light and smoke poured out, along with what appeared to be a man. I watched as he stumbled away from the box and then face plant the grass. I counted to 10 and he didn't move. I hopped back through my window and ran down the stairs and out the door. I ran down ally between my back garden and the school until I reached the gate. I pause looking for the man through the bars. There! He was still lying face down on the field unmoved. I hopped the fence and ran towards him. Up close the box was blue. In fact it was a police box. I fell to my knees next to the guy. I paused… what do I do? After a few seconds of negative thinking I decide for the simple 'poke-him-in-the-arm-see-if-he-moves' course of action.
Poke. "Hey?" Poke. "Hey?" Poke. "Hey?" Poke. "Hey? Please move."
"hmmuuumm" he made the same response I do when my mum attempts waking me before noon. "Are you okay? Can you move? Does anything hurt? Who are you? Why were you in a police box at 2 am and what did you do to make it explo…"
"SHhhhhhshshsh" the guy fumbled onto a sitting position and held up a finger to my mouth. I stared at him while he rubbed his head and composed himself. "You sure do ask a lot of questions for someone in her pjs." He looked me up and down. I was bare foot in my pink penguin pj bottoms and an olive green top, my hair still in the messy bed head bun from when I woke up about 12 hours ago. Not exactly my best but my unusual get up. He removed his finger and stood up "I'm the Doctor." He stated as he offered his hand to help me up. He has a childish look in his eyes and a charming smile on his lip. I couldn't help but return the smile "Tessa." I told him as I took his hand. Standing he was a head taller than me. "Doctor who?" There a slight twitch of his mouth as though there was an inside joke to that question. I didn't press when he didn't answer. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Oh I'm fine." He waved his hand it dismiss my concern, "just a slight bump in the landing; must have knocked some engine thing, caused a bit of smoke. She should sort herself out in a little while." He gestured to the police box "You must live nearby, mind if I pop in for a bit of tea while I wait?"
Landing? Engine? She? I looked at the box then back at him. I am British, who was I to deny him tea? "Yeah, sure… this way"
