Penny looked out of her foggy bedroom window, from the second story of her tiny house. All she could see outside was the icy grass of her back garden, in front of the lake. It was winter again, and tomorrow will have been a year since the event that changed her meaningless life.
"Penny," her mother, Ann's strong Scottish accent echoed up the stairs, "You're going to be late for school, come downstairs!"
Penny rolled off her bed, and landed on the floorboards. The smell of bacon greeted her as she trotted down the stairs.
"Mm something smells good," Penny dashed into the kitchen to see her mother behind a frying-pan, "This for breakfast?"
"No time now," Ann tutted, as she placed a couple of pieces in a roll, "Eat it on your way to school. Go on now."
Penny twirled out of her front door, satchel in one hand, bacon butty in the other. Down the steps was her friend Harriet, waiting for her. She was carrying a light blue school bag, full of books and schoolwork, putting weight on her shoulder. Penny straightened her tartan kilt, and walked with her friend.
"So," Harriet smiled, " 'twas a year ago tomorrow, am I right?"
Penny gave a big grin, "Indeed!" Harriet and Penny had both marked tomorrow, January 24th as a special anniversary of the Doctor's visit.
"364 days ago he'd promise he'd come on the exact day again," the fifteen year old smiled, "He must come. I've been counting the days and I can't wait any longer!"
But Penny did. She had to. January 24th came, and there was no sign of the Doctor. Penny waited weeks, months, and eventually it came to years. The young girl, now 18 years old still mentioned that man, who's blue phone box ended up in her very garden. Summer of 1961 came, and Penny chose to move to Edinburgh. There, she got a small job in a café part-time while after work she wrote books. By now, she had given up all hope on finding the Doctor again.
But On a Wednesday afternoon, the café was practically empty, except for a man sitting by the window, his back to Penny, reading a book. He stood up, and walked to the till where Penny was, and took of his green scarf, which was covering his face, and smiled. He placed the book down on the table. It was a book she had written.
"Great book," He chuckled, "You're really going to be someone some day, trust me."
"Doctor!" Penny gasped.
"Nice to see you, Pond." He nodded, as he stepped towards the glass door.
"Wait!" Penny ran to him, and grabbed his shoulder, "Will I ever see you again? In the future?"
The doctor grinned, "I'm just on my way to do that now."
He walked out the door and down the street, to a big blue telephone box.
To be continued.