I must warn you that this is no ordinary story. In fact, is your call to believe in my words or not. Call it fantasy or something else, it doesn't really matter to me.
This is a history about when The Doctor worked with very different people.
It was January… Well, could it be March too. See, when you travel with The Doctor, you kind of lose time perspective. Sometimes, I don't know exactly even if my birthday has passed or not. But it doesn't matter for the history. It was cold outside. We were just back from a very interesting trip to some planet with a very difficult name. After almost being eaten alive and stuff, we head back to Earth – oh, beloved Earth – because – according to The Doctor – he desired ice cream and the best ice cream in the galaxy was made by humans. I couldn't say no. I was really happy that I'd only be facing human problems for the moment.
And, as we landed on Earth, things started to get bad. It was obviously that we didn't know at the time. It'd be only one more story to tell about one more time that The Doctor saved Earth. The thing is, beloved readers, our new adventure would involve more people, would demand us to make some hard choices, would make me run away.
I don't want to spoil anything, so I'm just going to start telling you my story.
I believe it was a Monday. It was so could outside, but yet he wanted the damn ice cream. I was kind of mad at him for not wanting to land in France, but one simple thing you must learn: no one can ever win an argument with him. It's like impossible. So, there were we again in London. I can't really complain, it's a beautiful city. It's just that when I agreed to travel trough time and space with him I imagined myself traveling the world – and, for a matter of fact, the whole universe either. I can't deny the fun of it too. Knowing London trough time is very interesting.
Oh, I came through a fact that everything seems to happen on London. Attacks of any kind, I mean. It's like the Eye of Sauron lives nearby and the battle seems be happening in here. This couldn't be just about the damn ice cream. Nothing is just simple as ice cream on a Monday with The Doctor.
We were getting the ice creams when my phone rang. It looked a bit odd that somebody was calling me. Not a bit, actually, it was very odd. See, I live on my own since I know myself as a person. It has been only me against the world and, as much as it's very cool to have a phone that can work on every day of every year of every century of every damn planet in the whole universe, it was just fun. There was nothing more. It wasn't like I'd call somebody. The only two persons in the world that I'd ever dream of calling… Hm, there is no point of calling them.
Anyway. About the call: well, I should have figured it out that, indeed, it wasn't a call for me. As soon as I answered it, the person on the other line spoke:
"Hello Rose, Martha, Donna… Well, whoever it is. I really need to speak to The Doctor, so please put him on the line". I looked to the phone and looked back to him.
"Well, I guess it's for you!" He looked at me as I was speaking a rare and possible non-existent language he didn't have the knowledge of.
"What do you mean it's for me? Who possible would call me?"
"I don't know, just pick up. Whoever he is, he seems in a hurry." He looked at the phone and looked back to me.
"The Doctor speaking."
"Hello there, old friend. Remember me? Well, whatever, you must come find me. The last time we spoke, you made clear intend that I was only to call in an emergency. I'm really sorry that this isn't an attack emergency, but yet there's something that we all would be very glad that you see."
"Don't tell me that it's happening again" I could see the memories popping in on his eyes. Oh God, what am I into?
"Well, well… The thing is, Doctor, it's happening again. But worse. Much worse."