I woke up to a loud CRASH. I sat up in bed and the ice machine in the kitchen rumbled. I could hear various things falling to the ground, followed by a harsh "Bloody hell!"

What? I thought. I looked over to my digital clock on my nightstand, checking the time. 3:03 AM. Far too late (or early) for a friend to be dropping in for a surprise visit.

I stood up hesitantly, scared out of my mind. I grabbed whatever object was closest to me, hoping it would suffice as a weapon. My hands locked around part of a bed post I'd been meaning to assemble, and in that moment, I was so glad I never had gotten around to putting it together.

I padded to my bedroom door, opening it silently and creeping down the hall. I peered around the corner into my kitchen, slightly shocked to see my refrigerator open. I ducked back behind the corner and sucked in a gasp. There was someone in my flat, at three o'clock in the morning, raiding my fridge. If this isn't bizarre, then I don't know what is! I thought.

Raising the bed post up in front of me, I turned the corner again, walking stealthily towards the person I my kitchen. Once I was a good meter from them, a man appeared from behind the door.

"Oh, hello!" he said excitedly.

"Get out," I replied in the most menacing voice I could manage.

"Can't I just grab a bite to eat first?"

"No," I growled. "I want you out."

The man stood still, thinking for a moment. I took this chance to take in his appearance. He was tall- really tall- and wore a blue suit. His brown hair was messy, and his face was freckled. His brown eyes stared at my face, with all the kindness of the world in them.

"Can I at least explain myself?"

I debated with myself. A strange man was standing in my kitchen, trying to eat my food, and he didn't seem phased by the fact that he was in the home of a young woman he didn't know at three in the morning. "Okay," I said at last. "You have two minutes."

"Right! Well, first things first, I'm the Doctor. It's a pleasure to meet you. I was just in the neighborhood, and I starts to pick up a strange... signal... coming from your flat. I had to check it out, for curiosity's sake, but when I got here there wasn't anything wrong. But then, then I got hungry, so I decided to take a look."

I was stunned by his story. He broke into my apartment just because he got a weird signal? And then he got hungry?

"But what about the noise?"

He smiled. "Oh, right. I accidentally switched on the ice dispenser and ice kind of rained down."

I didn't know how to reply to that.

"So who are you?" he asked.

"I'm... I'm, uh, I'm Jenn."

"Jenn? Is that short for something? Jennifer, Jenny, Jennoba?"

"No, it's just Jenn. With two n's."

"Pleasure to meet you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must be off."

The man shoved hurriedly past me, towards the door.

I was confused by what just happened. "Wait just a minute!" I said, stopping him. "You know who I am, but I don't know who you are!"

"I told you. I'm the Doctor."

"What, just the Doctor? No first name, no last name?"

"Correct," he grinned.

"Okay, then. How'd you even get in? Did you pick the lock or something?"

"Nope," he smacked his lips together. "I unlocked it."

"You're bonkers!" I laughed.

"Quite right. Goodbye, Jenn." he whisked out the door, closing it softly behind him.

I stayed where I was, still reeling over what just happened. A man I didn't know stood in my kitchen in the middle of the night and all I did was talk with him! He gave me so little answers, and I just let him leave. What was wrong with me?

I'd get to the bottom of it, I decided. I'd find out who the Doctor was, I'd found out why he was in my flat, and why he seemed totally, innocently naive.