Liv's POV:
The Doctor.
Two words I'd heard of my whole life, tales of this mysterious man, if that, that IcreatureOh, I exclaimed the crisp clear British accent.
As he started to walk away I noticed his quirky fashion sense. He was wearing a dark brown blazer with a crisp white shirt, a burgundy bow tie and strangely enough he wore a fez.
Smiling to myself and walking to my next lecture I thought his face was familiar but I couldns POV:
Sitting on the steps inside of the tardis, my mind pondered about the stroll I had taken through London. Naturally, the amount of odd looks from the humans was barely an issue, in fact it was more entertaining to see their little faces frown in confusion or giggle slightly with polite amusement.
But then something came to me, something that came swimming into my head like an unwanted siren who had disturbed the waters of my conscious. I ran my hand across my left shoulder gently, stroking the fabric. The human girl, the one who I had collided with this morning. I flicked through my mind to see if I could find a name, a place, a moment which I could pinpoint where I knew her. But, after going through all the files of my mind, I was clueless.
I jumped up, teetering on the edge of one of the steps by the balls of my feet, thrusting my hands into my pockets with a big grin. Swivelling round, I bounded over to the console and jabbed at buttons and flicked switches, even though it seemed random, made perfect sense to me.
The Tardis whirred and the engines grated as it slowly faded from viewing eyes, if anyone had been viewing, and started its bumpy flight through the space-time continual