The Time Thief:

Prologue

I woke up to the usual sound of cars driving by and people yelling at each other. I sat up on the bench I had been sleeping on and stretched myself out.

"Well, just another day in the Big Apple" I said to myself as I pulled out a small mirror that fit in my palm.

I checked my reflexion, my usual broad grin and perfect white teeth, my small rounded nose, and my startling crystal blue eyes flashing brightly as I inspected myself.

I stood up and dusted off my faded blue jeans and the big black overcoat that I wore over my faded Nirvana t-shirt. I glanced down at my worn out red newbalances, glad that they were still on my feet.

I'd been living on the streets for a few years now, and now I'm fifteen and I've developed a light tan to my normally pastey white skn, but it made me look a bit older somehow, and tougher, which is good for someone in my situaton.

For the most part I keep to myself, but the few friends I do have around the city are always on the move, as am I. If the police catch anyone under eighteen living on the streets they get shipped off to an orphanage, and that's the last thing any of us need, so we keep meetings to a minimum.

Some people think its nuts, but I acctually enjoy living on the streets. I don't know why, but it's just so appealing to me, and I'm as free as a bird as long as I don't mess with the law or get to close to any police on patrol.

Heck, they don't even care about me most of the time. They think I'm old enough to rough it and I've even made friends with one or two surprisingly.

Of course, I do have to dodge the occasional mob of sales shoppers from time to time, but other than the occasional pickpocket there really isn't much to worry about.

But of course, that was before those ghosts that were actually robots came around, followed quickly by round robots that could fly.

It was about two months ago now, but one day some wierd ghosts showed up. Then, a month later, it turned out they were robot aliens who called themselves Cyber Men.

I guess that kinda makes sense, they did look like metal men, complete with eye holes and weird weaponry and all that alien jazz, but then the other robots showed up.

They called themselves Daleks, but with all honesty they made no sense at all. Their bodies were smaller and kinda cone shaped with little round things protruding from it and they had one long eye and high, screechy voices.

The funniest bit was that they not only claimed to be superor to Cyber Men, but they were superior beyond belief. The Daleks killed thousands of Cyber Men out in Central Park, and as far as I could tell none of the Daleks had so much as a scratch.

It was quite interesting though. I'm not even sure how it happened, but I ended up speaking to one of each of the species at different points in time that day.

I spoke with a Cyber Man first, talking about space and Earth technology and some other cool stuff. To me the Cyber Men didn't seem that bad, even if his questions sounded rather demanding, he still answered most of mine.

Then after he was chased off by the Daleks, I ended up speaking with one of them.

It had asked me if I knew someone by the name of 'The Doctor'. I had no idea who that was and we began discussing the topic. Apparently this Doctor fellow had been part of some sort of alen war against the Daleks and had tried on more than one occasion to rid the galaxy of them. I didn't understand most of it really, but I just nodded and agreed as to not get fried by them.

Then all at once all the Daleks and what was left of the Cyber Men got blown away in a huge gust of wind that felt like a hurricane.

Not much has happened since then except the usual crime and such. From time to to time I wonder who this 'Doctor' character is, and what had happened to get rid of all the aliens, but so far I haven't found out anything.

Unfortunately, my curiosity brought me to all the answers.

I know how often people say 'It feels like just yesterday...' but its the opposite with me right now. So much has happened and it all started yesterday.

I was walking through the park like I do most days around noon, but something caught my eye. At first I thought I was going nuts, but I wasn't.

Right there, under the shade of a big oak tree where I normally take my afternoon nap, was a telephone booth.

At first I thought it was a trick or some sort of optical illusion, but as soon as I grabbed onto the door handle I knew it was real.

"Why the hell is this here?" I queried as I starred at the strange and out of place box.

"Who wants to know?"A man asked as he stepped out of the booth.

He gave me a questioning look and then glanced around to see if anyone else was around. There wasn't.

"Who are you?" I asked as I looked over his brown frock coat and dark blue dress pants and brown dress shoes.

"Well that's the queston, isn't? He asked in return.

"Oh god, are you kidding me right now? Of all the people for me too meet" I said as I facepalmed.

"Do I know you?" he asked in response.

"No, but I know who you are, Doctor" I repled, enjoying the disbelief showing on his face.