Disclaimer: "Doctor Who" is owned by the BBC, and "Wallace & Gromit" is owned by Aardman. The story's narrator is mine.
Having just survived another adventure with the Doctor, I re-entered the Tardis. Or at least I intended to, but as I entered, I spotted somebody. There was something about her, but I didn't have a lot of time to figure out what it was, as the Doctor interrupted my gaze.
"Go on, then, in you go." he said.
I shook my head, as if waking up, and entered the Tardis.
Inside, the Doctor pressed all the necessary buttons for the Tardis to take off, and eventually we were... wherever it is that the Tardis goes as it travels.
"So, looking at fair ladies, weren't you?" the Doctor asked.
I didn't understand what he meant at first, but then I realized why he asked: "Not really. Even if I was, anyone in their twenties here would be old enough to be my mother, chronologically speaking... that's it!"
The Doctor was confused: "I'm sorry, I'm not following you."
"That woman I saw." I said, "There was something familiar about her, but I couldn't figure out what it was."
"You probably met her older self in your time." the Doctor explained.
"No, I didn't." I said.
This really confused the Doctor: "Then how is she familiar to you?"
"She reminded me of a girl I met before in my life." I explained.
"A girl?" this still didn't make sense to the Doctor, "Wouldn't she be too old..."
"Will you stop that!" I interrupted, "What I'm trying to say is I knew this girl, years ago. That woman reminded me of her, which was weird considering that the girl in question is a year younger than me. So that woman I saw must've been her mother."
"Ah, I see. You just noticed a family resemblance." the Doctor understood this time.
"I suppose I did." I replied.
I wasn't sure why, but that didn't quite sound as I intended it to. I wanted to sound as though I was making a joke, but I realized that I sounded sad. I'm not sure why, but remembering this girl, suddenly made me remember something else. Images flashed through my mind of events long forgotten. Events which I couldn't comprehend back then, but somehow still haunted my subconscious mind. I heard of something like this before. If there's a memory that is so bad, you don't want to think about it, you store it in the back of your mind. But all it takes is one thing, say a sound, a smell, or in this case an image, and this memory returns.
"What's the matter?" the Doctor realized something was wrong, and his talking to me helped me realize I was spacing out.
"Sorry." I apologized, "It's just that my meeting with this girl wasn't exactly... normal, to say the least."
"Really? How so?" the Doctor wondered.
"It's a long story." I said, "It happened roughly ten years ago. Back when my English wasn't quite what it is now, so I can only tell you what little I know for sure."
The Doctor seemed intrigued: "Maybe you should take it one step at a time. Why won't you start with the girl. Who was she? And what was she like?"
"Her name..." I paused to swallow, "... was Rose."