A woman walked along the streets of London in 2009. Her dark, straight, brunette, flowing hair whipped in the wind. She wore a dark tan trench coat with a brown dress. Underneath, she wore a white oxford with a chocolate brown necktie fitted perfectly. She walked into an alleyway, looking both ways and making sure no one was watching her. Slipping into the dark alleyway, she approached a beautiful blue police box in which she gazed at it with admiration. Just as she was about to approach it, a swirling vortex opened right next to her. Jumping back in alarm, she observed as the sparkling yellow rays of the hole opened its mouth wider and wondered what was the purpose. All of a sudden, a man was launched out of the vortex. He wore a tan trench coat with a brown casual suit and a brown tie to match. His dark brown hair was somewhat tossed around and he wore white converse. He looked up revealing his face. His eyes were brown like hers. She jumped back.

"Oi, that was a rough trip," he grunted. "Hello, I am really sorry about this. Looks like there was a breech- Oi! Is that a Tardis?"

"Yes," she replied giving him a curious eye.

"Hm, looks like mine," he mumbled, pursing his lips.

"Well, welcome to London?" She replied helping him up.

"Oh, thank you but I know where this is. I have been here before,"

An awkward silence surrounded them.

"Oi, where are my manners? I am the Doctor," he broke the silence.

She clung to the wall behind her in alarm.

"Is there a problem?" He asked.

"Yes, and no,"

He pursed his lips at the curious response.

"What do you mean?" The Doctor asked.

"You see, my, I-I am the Doctor," she motioned to her.

His eyes widened as an eyebrow raised at the news.

"So you're a Time Lord?"

"Yes. Two hearts," she replied.

"Oi," he breathed.

They started to walk around in circles examining each other. She reached for his hair and started to twist and feel it. He took a strand of her hair and rubbed it between his fingers.

"They feel the same," they breathed simultaneously.

Placing his hand on hers, he examined the two carefully and drew his hand away. Pulling out his sonic screwdriver from his trench coat, she copied the same motion as they showed the two priceless objects to see they were exactly the same. Amazed at the sight, they put their screwdrivers back in their original place.

"I seriously consider labeling our screwdrivers before they get mixed up," she laughed.

He nodded, "And our Tardises too,"

Grabbing his nose, she exclaimed, "Same nose!"

He tapped one finger on hers and replied, "Oi, indeed,"

"Doctor, I have the feeling we might be some sort of, twins!" He added.

"Really, I don't remember having a brother or sister back in Gallefrey"

"You know what, me neither," he replied taking back his point. "This is going to be quite confusing, isn't it?"

"Yes," she studied as she drew dark rimmed glasses from her trench coat and pursed her lips.

"Oi! Nice," he put on his own.

"Oi! Where's your Tardis?" She asked abruptly.

"Still stuck in 1947!" He exclaimed.

"We'd better go. Before she gets ahold of it,"

"Who?"

"You know the Master! Right?"

"Oh gracious, you can't say he has a twin!"

"There is a boy Master?!"

He nodded solemnly as he pursed his lips stroking his chin.

"Well, Allons-y shall we?" She winked.

"You say that too?" He laughed.

She nodded with a certain gleam in her eyes.

"Hang on," he took her chin and looked straight in her eyes.

They had the same look and feel about them. Lonely. Empty. Waiting to be filled. No, yearning. Her round brown orbs glistened in the sunlight as they screamed to be filled. Pain from loosing so much and needing someone was all they cried about. Either a family or a man who would fill her empty abyss. He felt the same way too. Maybe this was the other piece of the puzzle. A Time Lord with a Time Lady. Although empty, her brown orbs gleamed with beauty. How could this beautiful image be him? I must be pretty good looking. He placed a delicate kiss on her rosy lips. Her eyes widened in surprise at the play.

"I know just how you feel," he stroked her cheek lovingly.

She gasped as tears broke from their ocular prison.

"I'm sorry, I can get a bit emotional some times," she rubbed her eyes as her glasses waved at the motion.

That was all she needed to hear. He thought as he took her in his arms.

"I do too," she whispered.

She was only a head shorter than him yet he could hear her voice perfectly. He stroked her chocolate hair as it flowed down her tan trench coat.

Relieved from her moment, she let go of him and led him to her Tardis, "I guess we'd better go,"

He followed her into the Doctor's Tardis as she grabbed his tie.

"Thank you. I will one day I will return the favor," she smiled and kissed his cheek.