A whooshing sound filled the quiet alley. Bit by bit a blue box appeared, the words "Police Box" lit up above the door. The box solidified and with a creak the door opened revealing the inside of a box, a large turquoise pillar moved up and down along with the whooshing sound. A man appeared, obscuring the view of the pillar, his dark brown hair flapped in the wind, his hair was everywhere, but it didn't seem to bother him. His eyes were dark, but seemed to be lit up with a thousand tales of mystery and impossible things. He wore red trainers, brown trousers with a brown waistcoat. His trench coat hung below his waist, as trench coats do. This was the doctor, the last of the time lords.
He stepped out onto the busy street. He observed everything he passed, he looked at things in a way that no one else could, he saw through everything. He only needed to look at a person and he knew what they were feeling, their humanly wishes and dreams and fears. Oh, their fears. Such a large amount of people all terrified of the same things, spiders, the dark, ghosts…or the unknown. The human race was weak, and he'd seen it before. The spaceship over Buckingham Palace, ATMOS, and the Sycorax on Christmas day. Besides, he'd seen bigger races fall, stronger races, such as his own. But he wasn't here to sightsee, or even to find a new companion as he often did. He had been called, summoned. It took something powerful to contact his TARDIS and call for help. No human could know how to do that, this signal was something alien, and aliens were his business.
It wasn't a distress call, it was just summoning him. For once, the Doctor was confused, he was curious. He traced the signal to an abandoned warehouse, a clichéd place for an alien he smiled to himself. He scanned the public; no one was watching him so he ducked down another alley, pulling out his sonic screwdriver and further tracing the signal. He approached the warehouse, a chill shot up his spine, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up. Something was not right. Something was wrong, terribly, terribly, wrong. He pushed open the rusted, iron door and peeked inside. Maybe he was wrong, there didn't seem to be anything in here. He froze at the sound of footsteps on the metal catwalk above him. A face peered down at him, his face took in the woman's blonde hair and brown eyes looked down at him. His ears suddenly recognised the voice. "Hello…Dad." The Doctor's face lit up "Jenny!" he cried. Jenny ran down the catwalk and down the stairs, stopping at the bottom. "You're supposed to be dead" the Doctor stopped, suddenly wary. He stepped towards her "You were shot in the heart; there's no way anyone could survive that." Jenny smiled at him, without saying anything, as if willing the words into his head. He suddenly snapped, "TWO HEARTS!" he cried. He ran towards her and wrapped his arms around her. She rested her head on his shoulder. "How did you get here?" he asked her, pulling her out of the hug. "Someone came to find me, she told me to meet you here and now, so I waited, I never aged a day" she smirked. "She?" the Doctor asked. "Yeah, she wouldn't tell me her name, she told me it was a spoiler…" Jenny began but the Doctor interrupted her. "Oh, this is brilliant!" he laughed. "It's not brilliant Dad, she only found me because she knew you'd need help, there's others as well, she called them the children of time." The Doctor pulled a box over to them and sat down. "Jenny, the children of time are only there when there's big danger, and I mean BIG danger. Like the-" "Cybermen" Jenny interrupted "or the Daleks, the really dangerous things." The Doctor nodded "It's not going to be easy Jenny, are you sure you want to do this with me? I could send you somewhere safe." Jenny pushed herself up onto the box, swinging her legs like a child. "Well, what would be the fun in that?"