Bonnie sat, her hands tied behind her back. It was, by her reckoning, her 15 day in the room. The cold cobblestones had numbed her backside for so long that she could barely tell it was there at times. It only accentuated the gloom of the dark room.

"Oh, Father in Heaven," she cried out in a scarcley audible whisper. "I know that you have a plan in all things. I know that you will not allow me to be apart from my beloved Billy any longer than you deem neccassary, but if you could please just give me some way of knowing that he is coming?"

Suddenly, there was a groaning sound in the air. A light appeared in the air, and the translucent form of a box took shape.

The blue box stood approxamitly 7 feet in the air and right around two and a half feet wide. The lettering on the top read "Police Box".

The doors that faced Bonnie opened and a man stepped out. He wore a blue pinstripe suit with Converse style shoes.

"Oh, hello," he said in a bouncy British accent.

"Hello," Bonnie replied cautiously. "Who are you?"

"I'm the Doctor. Who are you?"

"Bonnie Bannister."

"Bonnie Bannister," the Doctor repeated thoughtfully. "How old are you, Bonnie?"

"I'm 35. Why?"

"It gives me a reference for where things are in your timeline. You see, I'm a time traveller. I know things that are going to happen in your future." He held up his index finger, indicating she should wait.

He ran back inside the box, leaving the door open a crack, bathing the room with a light orange glow. The Doctor didn't come out for around twenty minutes, and the smell of fresh, hot stew came from the interior of the blue box.

The Doctor came out holding a bowl of stew in his hand.

He took the spoon that was sitting in the bowl and pushed it towards her mouth. She readily opened her mouth to gobble the stew. The Doctor continued to feed her the stew as she went right through each bite he gave her.

"I hoped you would like this," he said with a boyish grin on his face. "I haven't made it in a while, not since I had my scarf. It was a favorite on my home world."

"Home world," Bonnie asked in-between bites of stew.

"Oh, yes," the Doctor replied. "I'm from a planet a long way away. A planet long since gone, destroyed in a long and bitter war."

"What planet was that?"

"Gallifrey. My planet's name was Gallifrey."

Bonnie finished her stew in quiet, and the Doctor returned it to his box.

He returned and crouched before her. His face grew grave as he stared right into her eyes. As she looked into his eyes, she began to cry softly.

His voice lowered as he spoke to her. "Why are you crying, Bonnie? Tell me, what do you see when you look into my eyes?"

"I see so much. So much pain, and sorrow. And yet at the same time, so much joy and happiness."

"That's who I am, Bonnie. I am the Doctor, the Last of the Time Lords, the Final Child of Gallifrey. I have seen the wonders of the universe; but at the same time, I have seen such horrors, such that even your blood would freeze in terror.

"Bonnie, I can't tell you much right now; but I can tell you that your husband is looking for you night and day. He hasn't stopped looking for you, and he never will until you are found. I promise you, Bonnie Bannister; though chaos may ensue because your song dims with each passing day, he will never stop looking for you. And one day soon, he will succeed.

"I can't give you dates, or times, or anything like that; but I can tell you, Billy is coming."

He stood up straight and went back inside his box, closing the door behind him. The groaning sound filled the air again as the blue box dematerialized.

Bonnie, warmed by the Doctor's stew, lifted her tear-filled eyes towards the ceiling. Three words escaped her lips in a simple whisper. "Thank you, Father."