Hi everyone :) Sorry I haven't written a fic in agesss, but this idea just came to me a few hours and so i decided to write the prequel to see what you all think. Please review and let me know. Fran x

Prequel

The young girl walked silently through thick, eerie fog, the soft sounds of her crying were drowned out by the fearsome raindrops, joining the tears which cascaded down her face.

Three hours and fifty-two minutes ago she'd been told that her mother had died. Her beautiful, wonderful mother who made everything better. Who held when she was upset and told her that everything would be alright. Her mum. And now she had no-one to hold her and tell her that everything would be alright, because she knew that nothing would ever be alright again.

Three hours and fifty-two minutes ago her whole world had fallen apart. She'd barely heard her godfathers heartbroken cries, before she'd fled from the hospital, running as fast as she possibly could to as far away as she could possibly go.

And now the young girl was wondering the streets, with no clue as to where she was and with no way of getting home. If she could even call it home anymore, her mother was her real home. If her mother was still here, she'd have found her by now. She'd have found her and she'd have carried her home. If her mother was here, she'd be safe.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't even heard the beautiful and mysterious whirring noise, until she saw the blue police box materialise straight ahead of her and a man stepped out.

He was odd looking. His hair wild and unruly underneath the red fez, wearing a bowtie and braces with a brown tweed jacket.

'Molly Drake?' he asked, as he approached her with a smile.

'Who are you?'

'John Smith. Oh no. Why do I even bother saying that anymore? Force of habit I suppose. Got a lot of habbits. Can't seem to get rid of them. Like wearing a bowtie. Bowties are cool though, so really I don't need to kick that habbit, Is that a habbit? Wearing a bowite?…'

'Stop rambling sweetie, the poor girl is freezing out there!'

'Sorry dear. Of course…' he stuttered, as a mysterious woman appeared in the doorway with masses of magnificent curly blonde hair.

She blinked at the site of the two strange people who'd appeared from the police box. They were complete strangers who both looked amazingly insane, yet there seemed to be something magical and intriguing about the pair of them which made her want to trust them.

Which is why she found herself following two strangers into a mysterious blue box in the dead of night.

'Through crimson stars and silent stars and tumbling nebulas like oceans set on fire, through empires of glass and civilizations of pure thought, and a whole, terrible, wonderful universe of impossibilities.'

Please review :) x