Infernal beeping ripped through the silence of the autumn morning. A previously sleeping figure rolled over in a heap of blankets, batting at the source of the sound. Finally, a hand met the intended target and the hateful sound ceased. Dylan slid out of her bed with a groan. She tried to blink the sleep from her green eyes, but it stayed in place. And who could blame it? It was six in the morning and Dylan knew that God never intended life to stir so early. Then again, the bible said nothing of seven o'clock philosophy classes across campus either, at least not in any part she'd read.

She shook the random thought from her head and stumbled about fifteen feet into the closet. She picked out a random outfit of denim jeans and a retro band shirt and blindly slumped into the bathroom to get ready. Exactly forty-seven minutes later, the door to her second floor room opened and she stepped into the dimly lit morning. Her bag was slung over one shoulder as she started the irritating walk across the field. Of course, there was not another soul in sight.

Who would take a seven A.M. class? No one. Well, maybe except people who procrastinated enrolling and all other classes were filled, and the math nerds. Dylan was one of the former.

She was pondering the validity of sugary breakfast cereals as a mainstream staple when her train of thought was interrupted by a strange sort or mechanical squawking. Dylan wrote it off as a hiccuping jet and took a few more steps before realizing the improbability of her first thought. She looked over her shoulder just in time to see a blue police call box materialize from the morning mist.

The next two moments that followed went very slowly for Dylan. Her mind ran through a series of questions to better understand her predicament. First, she asked herself this.

"..What the Hell?" That was soon followed by the understandable, "Is that the TARDIS?"

After that, it went something like so:

"Holy bicycling nuns. That is the TARDIS. Oh God. Have I accidently wandered onto the set? No, I don't see any cameras. Well, maybe they've gone high tech. Those effects did look pretty impressive. Wait.. I bet it's a joke. Yes.. some sort of television prank. Well they can't fool me. Then again, being humiliated on national television sorta beats going to philosophy. " At that point, those two seconds were up and the occupant of the blue box opened the door.

Time decided to catch up for slowing down earlier, and Dylan froze as time zoomed around her.

"Where is.. this?" The Doctor asked himself, taking no notice of the redheaded teen just meters away. His eyes scanned the sky for some answer before deciding the ground could be more sufficient.

Finally, Dylan broke free of her confused prison.

"Doctor?" she asked. She could hardly believe they had got him all the way out here for some television prank. But hey, she wasn't complaining.

The Doctor focused on the teenager.

"Yes? Have we met?"

".. Eh.. No. " Dylan raised an eyebrow.

"Great," smiled the Doctor. "What year is it? It looks.."

"2008.." Answered Dylan with a raised eyebrow. This man was just as convincing in person as in the series.

"...Well. That's no good." The Doctor said as he pursed his lips in thought.

"So, the cameras in the TARDIS then? Looking out?" Asked Dylan curiously.

The Doctor looked at her again.

"How'd you know it was called the TARDIS? "

"I.. own a telly. Well, not so much anymore, but I still watch-"

Dylan peeked into the TARDIS as she answered.

"It's.. It's bigger on the inside. How'd they do that? Holograms?"

The Doctor shut the door, interrupting her snoop.

"Where do you know me from?"

"Well I own.. did own, " Dylan repeated, "A telly. It's not as if you don't have sky high ratings, you know. It's really great to finally meet you, I'm a big fan. Oh, in fact.." Dylan reached into her bag and pulled out a sonic screwdriver pen. She clicked the button and it buzzed and emitted a blue light.

The Doctors eyes bugged.

"Oh that's no good.. " He snatched the device from her and examined it. "Mass produced ineffective replicas? Worse than I thought. " He turned around promptly and stepped back into the police box.

"Hey," Dylan called. "Can't a have an autograph?..Or at least give me my pen back!" she followed him into the spaceship.

"...This.. this is a good hologram.." She announced.

"That's because it learns a bit more to the realistic side, " replied the Doctor as he threw a lever.

"..How much more to the realistic side?"

"Pretty far.. mostly.. actually pretty much all the way to the realistic side. " The Doctor answered.

Dylan looked.

"Something's gone horribly wrong, hasn't it?" She asked him.

"That's a certain yes. Now, if you could just shut the door as you leave-"

"Can't I stay? I could help. " Dylan smiled.

"..Help with what?" The Doctor asked.

"I don't know.. Fight Daleks, outwit Slytheens.. That sort of thing."

The Doctor raised an eyebrow.

"What? I've seen the show.. I've got plenty of experience with time travel and alien races..in theory anyway.." she mumbled the last part. "Oh! And I'm a astrophysics hobbyist," she added.

"Alright, " sighed the Doctor. She saw to much to just be flung back onto the campus soil.

The TARDIS winked out of existence once more, with one passenger more than it landed with.

"So, why're you real?" asked Dylan, unable to articulate the full thought.

"It's a parallel dimension, right? Yours and mine.. "

"No.. parallel dimensions never cross."

"Beg pardon?" Dylan blinked.

"Like.. Parallel lines," the Doctor explained. "They have countless similarities.. only a slight tangent separates them. But.. they never cross. In theory anyway, sometimes things happen and.. Well the point is.. this is a perpendicular universe. "

"Like... the lines? " guessed Dylan.

"Yes. There's a single crossover point with the other universe.. Causing a fork of sorts. The tiniest little coincidence could destroy the both of them.. If things went exactly wrong enough. " The Doctor grinned.

"So Dylan, care to guess what that little meeting point betwixt the universes was?"

She pointed at the Doctor.

"Oh yes. And now you're part of it too. Isn't that lovely?" he said with the sweetest smirk. "Better hold on. " The TARDIS shook with energy as it exited the vortex.