I sighed and kicked at the pavement, watching the drops slowly filling up the cracks.

"Hello there!" someone said.

I looked up and caught my breath. Smiling down at me was the most gorgeous man I had ever laid eyes on. Even though it was dark, his eyes shone like he was in the sunlight, and his smile seemed to light up the dim place.

"Y-Yes?" I asked in return.

"Have you noticed anything weird going on around here?" he asked.

"Weird?" I replied, not understanding.

He offered me his hand and I took it, rising quickly.

"Yes, any disappearances, strange people, noises?" he asked.

"Just who are you?" I asked.

It's not everyday a random stranger comes up asking all these questions. For the most part our building was quiet and nice. Well, until the past couple of days.

"I'm an inspector, I was called to check out the safety and well-being of the tenants," he said, flashing a blank piece of paper.

"It's blank," I replied, wondering just how sane this attractive man was.

He looked at it in surprise but smiled down at me, putting it back in his pocket.

"Ah, well, truthfully, they call me the doctor, but that's besides the point now isn't it?"

He clapped his hands, making me jump, and I stared at him.

"So, strange happenings?"

"Yes, actually, my boyfriend has been missing for two days," I replied, "That's actually who I was waiting for, we were supposed to meet tonight, but also the landlord went missing a couple hours ago."

I looked down at my feet and shuffled them.

"Well then, I'm sorry to hear that, I will see if I can find them," he said.

With another clap of his hands he started off.

"Wait, please!" I called, hurrying after him.

He stopped and turned.

"There's also been weird noises," I said hesitantly.

His smile grew wider.

"Where?"

"The neighbors place, I hear the little boy asking for help with monsters and then little girls singing," I said.

"That's not too strange," he replied.

"If you heard these girls, you would understand," I replied.

"Where?" he asked.

I took his hand and pulled him along, ignoring the sudden beeping noise.

I shot up and stared at the wall in front of me. My hair fell around my face and blocked my view momentarily, causing me to huff in annoyance. I pushed the auburn strands behind my shoulders and climbed out of bed, slipping my slippers on.

"Kisa, you up?" my mother called.

"Yes mom!" I replied.

I rolled my eyes as she walked away from my door and grabbed my uniform, heading for the shower. It was still steamy in the bathroom, signaling my brother Josh had just showered.

"Great, going to be a short, cold shower," I mumbled to myself.

I wiped the mirror clean and stared at my bleary-eyed reflection. My usually bright hazel eyes were dark and rimmed in black from restless sleep.

"Stupid doctor," I grumbled.

I turned on the shower and stepped in, a gasp escaping my mouth. Of course, it was room temperature at best. I quickly scrubbed my hair and body, trying to escape the freezing water as soon as possible. I shut the water off and turned. To my surprise I saw a black shadow. I quickly shut my eyes and rubbed them.

"Forgot my meds," I whispered, "That's it, it's not real."

I blindly climbed past the shadow in the corner, just to bust my knee on the edge of the tub.

"Shit!" I cried.

I opened my eyes to catch myself on the sink, barely seconds from smacking my head on the granite. I mumbled more curse words to myself and checked my knee out. It was already turning dark but it was fine otherwise. I hopped to my clothes and dressed in a hurry, realizing I had work in only forty mintues with a half hour drive there. I hastily ran to my room and took my medicine, flying down the stairs. I stopped for a piece of toast, then rushed out the door without a goodbye. My mom was used to my silent exits. It used to bother her but she'd grown accustomed to it. I sped down the highway, munching on my toast, and easily lost myself in thought.

'Why do I keep dreaming about Doctor Who?' I questioned myself.

For the past month that I'd started watching Doctor Who, every episode would become a dream where I would be transported into the episode and it would enact as if I had been there the entire time, even changing scenes. I could write fanfictions off my dreams, they seemed so real.

I stopped at a light and looked to my left, surprised to see a blue police call box, just like the Tardis. I stared, trying to figure out if it was just a fan made replica, but a honk interrupted my thinking, signaling the light was green. I waved an apology and started forward.

'Who would create a Tardis and just leave it on the street?' I wondered.

I sighed as I saw the building approaching. I pulled into the parking lot and quickly made my way inside.

"You're late Akemi," Travis said.

I nodded and apologized, taking my coat to the back room.

"Better not happen again, this is the third time in a month," he said.

"It won't happen again, scouts honor," I said, showing my fingers.

He gave me a small smile and sighed.

"You know I don't want to lose you Kisa, but even friendships can't cover your late record," he said.

"I know, so, where do you need me today?" I asked.

"Children's area, your turn to do story time," he said.

He pointed and I nodded. I made my way over as I heard a familiar voice. I turned and saw someone in a tweed jacket, with hair styled in a weird way. I narrowed my eyes and slapped my forehead.

"Too much Doctor Who," I groaned.

I continued to the room and saw Alece standing.

"Your turn," she said.

I took a couple of short story books and sat on the chair.

"Hello Kisa," the five children said simultaneously.

"Hello guys, how are you today?"

Choruses of good and okay rang out. I smiled and opened the book, starting to read.

I made it through four books when parents started to file in. I smiled at each person and shook their hands. I knew these people very well. It was almost every other day that I saw them when they picked up their kids. It didn't take long for them to leave and I headed back up to Travis.

"Done, what now?" I asked, "Should I shelve some books?"

He pointed to the cart and nodded.

"Fiction section needs stocking," he said.

I hurried and took the cart to the fiction area and began shelving. As I was putting up a book, I felt like someone was staring. I hesitated and turned, looking around the aisle, but saw no one. I breathed nervously and kept on shelving, until I heard a scuttle of feet.

"Travis? Is that you?" I called.

No response.

'Must be my imagination,' I thought, 'Again.'

I sighed and finished up the shelves, returning to the front for more work.