Each snowflake melted as it gently landed on the dry grass of Old Town Castle Rock. Winter didn't come until late, but when it arrived, it did with pleasureful response from the inhabitants of the small town. Only the tallest of the cat tails were peeking through a sheer layer of white snow. Driving on the roads was not easy for me, now that my Ford's tires were inhibited by the layers of dangerous ice that coated the roads that weaved through the small town. 'God damn it..'I muttered slowly and with a taste of heavy exasperation on my tongue, every time my vehicle expressed any sign of losing control.

These were the times I could both adore or, at the same time, hate and toil over. The frost laden winter- that's when the plethora of odd people migrated down to their families for the celebrations. They acts as they have never seen the snow before, and can't focus even as well as I could, on the road and their constantly locking tires. When they come, they don't make it simple. They bring their ski poles- shammed down their backs like the useless metal rods they are. Maybe I'm a skeptic, call me so if you'd like, but all I'd like to do during the Winter is enjoy the sales on wool coats in that one shop in Denver, and maybe get my fading red hair re-dyed. It's not very natural looking any longer. Hmm, it's my day off, maybe I will go up to that Coat Shop- Coats R Us...

'Mother of God' The velocity of my car slowed to a complete stand still in what felt like a millisecond. Coffee splattering from my mug in waves all along my blue blouse. 'To think I actually liked this shirt.' Lifting my head, I was surprised to find this was a direct reaction of slamming my breaks for a pair of men crossing the street, in a hurry. If I was paying more attention to them and not my dislike for holiday visitors- I wouldn't have had to waste my coffee. And I would be yelling obscenities by now, which is surprising that none were hurdling out the window. The two, long, brocade coats flapped down Orchard streets and it hit me. These men weren't from here. I just knew. There was something nostalgic and drawing about their presence.

'That does it" Tires crunched on ice as I parked at annoying odd angle in the parking lot of the Bank, which was about a few yards away from Orchard. I'd just have to jog down for a minute and catch up with them.

"YOUNG LADY! You, right there with the red hair" A disheveled man with a long beard and cloaked in a sweater decorated with reindeer beckoned me as I jumped out of my truck.

"Yes, sir? Sorry, I'm in a bit of a hurry, if you don't mind." I pulled on a jacket to cover my coffee stains, and wiped my pants legs with a napkin. I smell like cinnamon pumpkin latte, at the very minimum.

"Are you going to fix your parking job? You shouldn't be driving if you can't even park" He tapped the red truck bed, seemingly annoyed.

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry." I waved him off (neglecting remorse) and tossed the sodden napkins into the truck bed as I took off down Orchard.

The air was chilling me to the bone, and it didn't help that I was practically bathed in a layer of coffee. I chattered, shook, and ran up the sidewalk until they were a mere, few feet ahead of me. Their features were undistinguished, and I was suddenly scared out of my wits. Why was I chasing them? Wasn't I just on my way to by a coat? It's like I had been drawn here over something. They didn't look scary from here, only intimidatingly foreign and polished.

"Wait, please just wait." I gasped, still out of breath having run a quarter of a mile down the street that was packed with mothers and children shopping for wind up toys and such.

They turned simultaneously, and I was taken aback by their appearance. The one on the right, wearing a pinstripe suit under his coat, smiled at her- and he was young with a mess of brown hair that stuck up all over in the front. He wore large black glasses, like that of a teacher, and they made him look rather scholarly.

"Ello, I'm The Doctor...I mean, the doctor of the two. Doctor John Smith. You can just call me- the Doctor" His words were coated in a thick Scottish accent.

"Hello, I'm Jack Harkness. Captain Jack Harkness, which I guess makes me the captain of the two." this one, with the most smoldering smile and young as well, maybe they were both around thirty. His hair was combed over and he wore suspenders with a light blue shirt. They both must be foreign, then, because the 'captain' has a slight Wales accent, I'm not sure though.

"Um, Nice to meet you." I bowed my head slightly, unsure of what to say next.

"Are you going to tell us your name?" He scanned my face, and I was sure he knew how nervous I was.

"Isabelle Pridemore" I answered, unsure of the whole exchange.

"I know we're the reason we made you smell like a Starbucks, but is there any other reason you're here to follow us dear?" The Doctor guy asked me gently.

"Yes, yes and no. I wasn't going to, but I just did. Something made me feel like I was supposed to. I sound mad, God. But it's true."

"Did they never teach you stranger danger?" The Doctor peeked over his glasses jokingly. Before adding 'I know why you did."

I was quiet for a moment, before letting him continue. "Yes? Go on"

"What's that you're wearing?" He jabbed at my necklace with a curious intensity.

"A necklace." Confusion settled over me- why would he care? My grandma gave it to me before she settled up in Estes Park. It's just a little watch, like a pocket watch on a chain. "I can never open it. I figured it's broken."

The men both stared at me, in complete awh. "I TOLD you we needed to come here, Doctor. She's obviously it." Jack Harkness nudged his friend.

"Okay, what? I'm WHAT?"

The Doctor gingerly reached out to touch the delicately engraved watch.

"You're a time lord." Was the only whisper I heard before I passed out on the soft, cold ground underneath me.