Ring!

Who could that be?

Ring!

"Door!"

…

"Fine! I'll get it!"

I go and unlock the door, when I open it I freeze in shock.

"Hello! What do you know about that library?" He points across the street. I look over, though I know its there, and say, "Everything." There's a pause while he processes my answer so I decide to explain. "I've been volunteering there since I was ten," I say.

"Would you mind showing me around?"

"Sure," I nod slowly. In the back of my mind I know this is strange but it's just across the way and I know everyone there.

"Is this some sort of joke? Ar-are you the Doctor?" I ask.

"Yes…" He nods and narrows his eyes.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive!" He pauses, "How did you know? I don't exist in this universe!"

I smirk, "That's what you think." It has crossed my mind that this could be Christopher Eccleston, but there were three big problems with that: one, why would he be in the US, especially my small town. Two, didn't he quit years ago? And three, I don't know anyone who would send Eccleston to prank me. I decided to roll with it.

"What?"

I sigh, "Come on in."

"I assume this world is parallel to yours, right?"

"Right."

"Well here, you're a character from a TV show," I say.

" That's impossible." He rejects my statement. Guess I'll have to try harder, this Doctor is kinda cynical.

"I can prove it." He wasn't expecting that, I can tell. "Do you mind?" I gesture for the remote. He hands it to me silently.

I turn on the TV and wait for Netflix to pop up. "You are on your ninth regeneration right? Well, the tenth if you count John Hurt." He looks suspicious and a bit confused but nods slowly. "Good, don't want to go revealing timelines now, do I?" Netflix pops up and I scroll to my profile. I go to my list and about halfway through it says, Classic Doctor Who. I click on it and restart the earliest episode. While it loads I ask, "Have you met Rose?"

"Who?" I nod at his answer.

"I didn't think so." It begins and he watches curiously, recognizing the scene in front of him. When it reaches the title I pause and choose one from his fourth regeneration. By the time the titles pop up again his brow is furrowed and he looks like he's about to interrogate me, so I shut it off.

"When did this start?"

"1963."

"1963," He mutters. "Who played my first regeneration?"

"William Hartnell, the second one I showed you was Tom Baker."

He nods, thinking. "And that was the first episode we saw?"

"No, the first begins just before you kidnap Barbara and Ian, it just isn't on Netflix."

"I didn't kidnap them," he mumbles.

"Basically."

"What do you know?" He scoffs.

"I saw it."

He thinks for a moment, "If you don't mind, I'd like to talk more later. First though, library."

"Right, library." I agree. I want to know why he's here. He gets up and I follow him to the door. "I just need to leave a note," I say. "One second." He waits impatiently, that will never change, for the ten seconds it takes. Then we leave.