Ro jumped as she heard the sound. She knew she had never heard it before but the strange whooshing sound almost felt familiar. As her head whipped around her amber hazel flashed gold for a second and she could feel her long curly, ginger braid hit her shoulder. She wearing a simple pair of skinny jeans and one of her favorite leather jackets that was a deep, dark blue color.
The sound was starting to fade as she decided that it was coming from behind some trees in the park she was walking through. As she started to creep toward it she heard a door open and voice that seemed to be talking to itself. When Ro rounded the trees, the voice, that happened to be connected to a tall, lanky male with great hair and a brown pin-striped suit on, stopped talking and froze suddenly upon her saying, "Doctor?". As soon as that came out of her mouth she looked quite taken aback and confused as if she had no idea why she said it. And in fact she didn't but it had just sort of come out of her mouth quite suddenly.
As the tiny ginger pondered this, the Doctor started to buzz her and mutter something about how he must not of met her yet.
Before he could look at the results of his buzzing the tiny, ginger with eyes that reminded him of someone long gone and lost slapped him. Slapped. Him.
"Oi! What was that for?" As if he had done something. 'Welll...Now that he thought of it the muttering and buzzing and not saying anything might, just might, have been been a rude. Not ginger and rude. That was him. But as he thought that someone else came into mind, the one person he must not think of even if this girl reminded him of her quite a bit. With eyes that looked like they were shining like the sun and-' All the sudden he felt a nudge against his subconscious, a very powerful, very familiar one but before he could make sure it retreated and shut him out.
As he suddenly looked down at Ro she could see something desperate, dangerous and hopeful in his beautiful milk chocolate eyes. And then he looked at his sonic screwdriver and the look grew in his eyes becoming more hopeful and desperate.
Then he asked the strangest, most-random question she had ever heard, "Do you happen to own an old, welll it might not look old or it could, actually it probably would loo-".
"Stop. Just say it!" At his embarrassed and slightly hurt expression Ro added a sweet, "Please."
He smiled and finished the sentence by saying, " A pocket watch. Maybe with strange calligraphy on it. You might not have noticed it much, well maybe not at all now that I think of it. It could have have a strong perception filter on it some of them did you know? I mean if you have hidden since the Time….." he trailed off as Ro proceed to pull a beautiful gold pocket watch on a delicate chain out from under her jacket.