There once was a girl, her name was Rose. Rose Tyler. She had shiny, blonde hair, full pink lips, blue eyes, and rosy cheeks. She was walking down the streets of London, looking for a lunch spot when she bumped into a man.
"Sorry, Sir," she said, but there was no reply.
He continued down the street. She was about to go on her way but she was intrigued. Turning around she watched the man walk away. He was fairly tall, with buzz cut hair. His clothes were a bit odd though; a black trench coat, with black pants, and black dress shoes. There was something about him. She needed to know him. So she want after the man, apologizing to those she bumped into. He turned the corner just a few feet ahead. I must know him she thought. She called out, "excuse me, Sir, but I was wondering-" where did he go? He was just here. She stood there, looking down the alley, but saw no one and nothing. There was only a blue phone box.