Early Rose, Late Doctor
"Hello," a complete stranger said to me. What made it worse was that he smiled.
"Hi," I replied uncertainly. I hope this isn't some weirdo. That is the last thing I needed. I was almost late for work. I checked my watch. Only two minutes till I am late! Won't this bus move faster?
"Are you late for something?" the stranger asked leaning over to look at my watch.
"What was your first clue?" I snapped.
"Well, I mean . . ., you were," he stuttered until he noticed the look on my face. "Ah, I see. Sarcasm."
"Yeah."
"Tell you what, I'll do you a favor."
What a nut. What sort of favor could he do me? I didn't even know him. Yet he acted like he knew me, and I knew him. Then he pulled a small, long , cylindrical, metal object from his pocket.
"What is that, mate?" I asked hesitantly.
"A sonic screwdriver," he answered, pointing it at my watch. It whirred. Then my watch reset itself to 7:30. Shocked, I stared at it. Then I grabbed my phone and checked the time. It was 7:30! And then I noticed everyone checking their mobiles.
"Your welcome," said the man, stowing the "sonic screw driver" in his pocket again.
I still don't know what happened that day, or who he was. But I wasn't late.
