Alice lay in her bed, staring up at the ceiling in boredom. She was always bored these days. Bored of this bed, bored these windows, bored of these walls, bored of this room. But she could never leave, she wasn't allowed.

Every book had been read a multitude of times. Every piece of paper had had every inch scribbled on, every crevice of the room had been studied, every puzzle had been solved, everything that could possibly be done, had been done, and now there was just boredom.

That's when the door opened, and he walked in. A tall man, with floppy hair, wearing a tweed suit and with a bow tie. He closed the door quickly, but made sure it didn't make a sound. Alice watched him for a moment before sitting up. The look of joy on his face as he explored her room confused her. How he would pick something up, smile, then replace it to its former spot. The way he would stroke the stone around the windows and giggle, like a child discovering the world for the first time.

"What are you doing?" Alice asked, as she pushed a lock of long mousy brown hair behind her ear. The odd man turned to her in surprise, then smiled and rubbed his hands together in delight.

"Ah, Alice. I was just admiring your room."

"Admiring my room? Why would you do that?" She swung her feet off of the bed. "Wait, who are you?"

"Me? Oh, I'm the Doctor." He smiled and extended his hand out to her. "And you're Alice Harper, yes, good to finally meet you."

Alice took his hand hesitantly. "Another doctor? Why do I need another doctor? I already have two doctors, four nurses, and a specialist, I don't need anyone else." She turned her away and frowned.

"No, no, no. Different kind of doctor. Well, sort of. I'm not here to analyse you, I'm here to rescue you!" He smiled. At that moment a group of angry doctors and security guards burst into the room. The Doctor pulled an odd, thin object out of his jacket, clicked a button, making it buzz and flash green. The window clicked open. "Run!"

Grabbing Alice's hand, he pulled her up off of the bed, and they both clambered out of the now open window.

"I don't know about you." Alice coughed as the hit the ground with a thud. "But that felt more like falling to me." They both laughed and wheezed as they sat up to get their bearings.

"We're in the west garden. If I remember the blueprints correctly, then the way out is too the east." Alice grabbed the Doctors hand and pulled him up. "I don't know who you are, what you're doing here, or how you managed to open a window I have been battling against for years. But you helped me, so thank you. Now let's go!" She smiled broadly, and he matched it equally, if not wider.

"Now, we run." He laughed. And so they ran. Through a courtyard, and a rose garden, and over a little fairy stream, until they reached the gigantic wrought iron gates that guarded the asylum from which they had just escaped. The Doctor used the thin glowing device again, and they were free.

Outside the high stone walls stood a huge blue police call box, it looked completely out of place in the woodland surroundings. The Doctor walked up to it, and unlocked the door.

"What the hell is that?" Alice asked, pointing at the blue box. Her long white cotton night dress was now covered in mud and grass stains, her bare feet where equally as dirty, and covered in cuts. "Right, now you have to answer some of my questions, because I am incredibly grateful, but equally as confused." She took a deep breath. "Who are you? How did you open that window and the gates? Why did you save me? How do you know me, and what the hell is that?" She pointed at the box again.

"That's a lot of questions" The Doctor loosened his bow tie a little and gulped.

"I'm very curious." Alice crossed her arms and tapped her foot.

"Well, like I said before, I'm the Doctor. I used a sonic screwdriver. I saved you because you needed to be saved. I know who you are because everyone does, or at least they will. And that." He pointed at the box. "Is the T.A.R.D.I.S." He smiled.

"That explains nothing." Alice glared at him, then giggled and clapped her hands together. "I love it, I love a good mystery."

"I know." The Doctor remarked.

"What?"

"Nothing."

A crowd of angry people came spilling out of the asylum, yelling, and running after the strange pair.

"Quick, into the T.A.R.D.I.S." The Doctor yelled as he pushed open the door, and pulled Alice inside. He slammed the door shut and ran to the consol. Alice looked around the gargantuan room, full of metal, and bright colours, and flashing lights and pulsating sounds.

"It's...it's..." Alice started.

"Bigger on the inside?" The Doctor suggested.

"Beautiful." Alice smiled. He turned to her, and looked her up and down, as if he was sizing her up.

"I like you Alice Harper."

"Why? I'm mad"

"You're a mad girl, and I'm a mad man. We're a perfect match." He exclaimed. "Now, you may want to freshen up."