When she was just a young girl, her mom showed her this show that she had grown up with. It was confusing for her. A man who changes faces? That was downright impossible. But only after a few episodes, she was hooked. Her mom had told her that they had canceled the show and there was talk about bringing it back soon. When she was 20, they brought it back. A new man with a funny attitude was not the Ninth Doctor, and she had never been so excited.

She spent most of her days reliving the early episodes. The first eight doctors were impressive, and she couldn't help picturing herself in the TARDIS, the Doctor would take her to Space Florida or something like that. Really meaning to take them to 3000 England, but the TARDIS had landed in a completely different time zone. She would love the adventures and never look back. Now that her mom had passed, she had no one to share the love of the show with. She was left alone, and watched the show alone, from the Ninth to the recent Eleventh Doctor. She hung on to every word and storyline throughout the episodes. And when regeneration took place, she wept. When the Weeping Angels almost stole the TARDIS, she tried her best to not blink. This show just wasn't a Sci-Fi fiction. It was her life.

When she was re-watching an old episode featuring the Eleventh Doctor called 'The Beast Below' she heard a knock at her front door. She wasn't expecting company or anything else of the sorts. She just assumed she had to sign for a package for a neighbor or something. She looked through the peephole and saw a familiar face. She turned back to her paused television and saw the same face. She quickly swung open the door and there he was. Matt Smith. The one odd thing she picked up from his sudden appearance was the fact that he wore the exact same wardrobe that his character wore.

"Hello, I'm the Doctor."

"Oh, ha ha,very funny. You're Matt Smith. You're the Eleventh Doctor, from Doctor Who. Nice outfit, almost identical to the one on the show," He looked startled, almost confused.

"Sorry? I crossed a different dimension; no one's ever really supposed to do that. But rules are meant to be broken! Now, the TARDIS has decided to bring me here. Why is that?" She decided to humor him.

"I don't know, why?"

"Because. You're important to me somehow. I'm going to assume you'll be of some assistance in my later years. But my TARDIS wants me to meet you now," He made his way into her apartment, not bothering to ask if he could come in. He produced a sonic screwdriver from his pocket and 'soniced' the room, before pulling it back to his face, examining it, "What's this?" He questioned, pointing to the television screen.

"A television. They're quite popular," He looked agitated for a second, but his frown slipped into a soft smile.

"I know what a television is. I was asking about what you were watching."

"Doctor Who. You know the show you star in?"

"I'm in a television series in this dimension? Fantastic! And you're watching it so it must be important to you and you must know an awful lot about my future. This looks like when I went to Starship UK, oh that was fantastic. But what is that girl doing there with me?"

"You mean Amy? She was your companion, remember?"

"No. Well, I asked her to come along. But she refused. Said one near death experience was enough, thank you. But in this world, she comes along," She was confused. Was this truly a different dimension for him? She had to make sure.

"Would you mind if I checked something? Just really quick?"

"Go for it," He encouraged.

She placed her hand on the left side of his chest, where a human heart would be. It was a fully functional heart. She changed to the other side of his chest, expecting to feel nothing but flesh. But there was a heartbeat, just as prominent as the first one. He watched as her eyes widened in shock and confusion.

"Don't be afraid. Let's start over, alright? I'm the Doctor. What is your name?"

"S-Sabrina. Sabrina Campbell."

"Oh, that's a fantastic name. Sabrina Campbell," He tested the name on his tongue, and decided he enjoyed it. She, in turn, loved the way he sounded out every syllable of her name.

"You're the Doctor. The Doctor in his TARDIS, out to explore the world in his precious blue box. How is this possible?"

"Anything is possible, Sabrina Campbell," She was curious, and something popped into her head. She quickly ran to her bedroom, the Doctor on her heels. She scrambled through her books before falling upon a bright blue one. A TARDIS blue, if you please, "What is that?"

"When I was young, my mom gave me this book to write about every episode of Doctor Who, from the very first season, to this season. You are the Eleventh Doctor. I just want to see where you are on the time stream."

"She sounds good, your mom."

"She was. She passed a few years back."

"I'm sorry to hear that," After encountering death so often, he still seemed so compassionate over something so simple, like death.

"That's alright. Alright, what was the most recent adventure you went on? Like, where were you before the TARDIS brought you here?"

"Well, it was the start of the final war for Earth."

"Alright, that is Season 5 Episode 9, Cold Blood. Next would be….," She trailed off, as if she wasn't sure about herself," You know what? Wouldn't it put a whole in the space-time continuum? Telling you information ahead of time?"

"Oh, you are a smart one. You're right. Don't want to make a mess of things, do we? Alright, back to the TARDIS, we best be getting back to the right dimension."

"You want me to come with you?"

"Well, yeah. Obviously. How could I just leave a woman who now knows of my world all by herself? With information no one else knows. If you told a single person, they would think you were mad. That is, if you would like to come along with daft old me."

"You are most certainly not daft, Doctor. And yes, I would like to come along with you. Can you just give me a moment?" He nodded, and off she went, packing several objects. She knew she wouldn't need any clothing, and that she would not be back for a while. She took all the box sets of Doctor Who she owned. She took her laptop for Doctor Who research, her cellphone and their chargers. She definitely took her book and a picture of her mother, "Alright, I'm ready. Off to go see the world."

He directed her to the blue police box that sat in her front lawn. How could no one notice this? She was not surprised when she entered the box.

"Oh, well. You are no fun! No 'It's bigger on the inside, Doctor!'?"

"Nope. Prior knowledge, remember?"

Once they had their unsteady ride to his dimension, they discussed where they were to go.

"How about the famous Musée d'Orsay? I have always wanted to see Vincent van Gogh's collection of works in person," She recalled that 'Vincent and the Doctor was the next episode in the series. She had always wanted to meet Vincent van Gogh, add on to his pile of good things. She had seen the episode thousands of times and could recite most of Amy's lines while watching the show. She wondered if she could do it while she was living it?

"Alright, that's an easy one. Hold on to something!"