12:30 pm.

The clock blinked, staring its red neon into a young boy's eyes. He looked up, time for him to awaken. Once again, like he did every day, for the past nineteen years of his life. He stood, the sheets of his bed in a ruffled mess, looking around at his small, but messy room.

He sighed; this was how it was, day after day for as long as he could remember. He picked up his school bag from a pile of clothing near the foot of his bed; he stuffed many a textbook into the small, but powerful bag.

Walking into his kitchen, he wasn't feeling generally hungry, but he fixed himself some toast and tea. Hoping this feeling would go away; he fastened up his runners and moved outside. The corridor outside his apartment was quite small but he shimmed his way to the staircase.

Flying, well, not literally, he moved down the stair case. A good six flights of stairs and he was on the ground floor. His stomach did a little flip as he hit the bottom, his runners compressing under the weight.

Looking through the door he could see the tussles of what was lunchtime London. He walked out and simply grabbed at trolley, heading out toward the center of the city. A couple of blocks later, he was there. A set of four buildings that created the Riverside University stood before him. Here he would spend the next six hours studying.

He walked to the door, but something caught his eye. Down a stray alley stood a man, he was waving over the boy. Curious, the boy back tracked down the stairs, moving fast toward the man. A smile lit his face when he approached the man.

"You there, How are you?" his voice was cheery and light, like the winds that danced this morning. He reached into his long black jacket and produced something that glinted in the light. "I want to show you something." He man stated, holding out a small golden chain with a silver key attached to it. The boy stared in awe.

"Yeah, it's a key." the boy responded, but something about it was so, unique, so intriguing.

"Remember. It's not just a key…"Said the man as he gestured to the blue box behind him. No bigger than a telephone booth. On the side it scrolled, 'Police Call Box' it looked like something out of an old movie.

The boy held the key in wonder, looking at it. He didn't even notice the man stride away. He was far enough when the boy looked up. The man simply waved his hand in a good-bye like manner, before dissipating into nothingness.

The kid stared at the key in disbelief. "Really, what am I to do with his junk?" He said, pocketing the tiny silver key. This was about an eleven on his one to ten scale of weird for the day. He began to walk away.

A certain wind shifted, blowing leaves and cool autumn air against him. His jacket flared open and he instinctively moved to close it when he was hit with a flying newspaper. He stared at the black and white text has he tried to pry it off his face.

The wind, was simply too strong in this case. He was able to get hold of somewhere between business and sports, and from there move it away from his rather annoyed face. Letting the paper go, it flew behind his head.

Spinning about to see if the paper was gone, it happened to hit that odd blue box. And disappear. A yellow flash of light and a buzzing and the paper was just gone. "Okay...now it's just getting weird..." He looked around, out into the street the average day in London continued. He was totally alone.

He fingered the key in his blazer pocket. "Nah...It couldn't be, could it?" He spoke aloud again, something he didn't normally do. Well, at least, not outside. He looked around once more. He turned on his heels, to face back toward the road.

Yes, that's it, long strides, keep moving, and don't look back. Eventually, like everyone else on this planet, curiosity got the better of him. He turned about face, spinning like a soldier on his heels. He walked backward the blue box of sorts.

He wiggled the handle, nothing it was locked. Then, he felt an odd tingle from his coat pocket. Something was there, that wasn't there before. Fishing around he found something. A long, silver thing of sorts and it looked more like a pen then anything. There was a button on the side; flicking it up he pointed the little blue light at his hand.

His hand became see-through, all the tendons and veins. In jump surprise he flicked off the pen and dropped it on the cold ground. He examined his hand, poking and prodding it, making sure it was still his hand.

Hesitantly, almost as if he didn't want to, he reached down and picked up, quickly not messing with it or really looking at it he stuffed it in his pocket. Then finally, after what seemed like ages, found the thing he was looking for.

The silver key, it was the only logical answer left. But then again, after everything that's happened today, maybe the illogical would work better. He held the knob with one hand, key in the other. Slowly, as if expecting a flying newspaper to attack again, he slid the key in and turned the knob.

He pushed open the door, amazed to what he had found inside...

It was definitely bigger inside then it was outside. He looked inside, and then leaned around the edge, it just ended. He looked, there was a set of steps leading to a big center console, it had circle cylinder vertically stacked up to the high roof. A turquoise beam emitted from the cylinder, rising up to the roof in short bursts.

Cautiously, he rose his left foot in attempt to make a move inside the box. He figured he'd start with the first step; it seemed like a good place. As soon as the rubber soul of his foot hit the first step of the TARDIS he felt something hit his soul.

The only clear way to explain it was like this, think of a computer downloading at a hundred million bytes a second. A total rush of information flooded the youth's mind. He had over nine hundred years of information and emotion flooded his mind.

He could feel the earth spinning below him at over a million miles an hour, and it hurtling around the sun at over sixty million miles an hour. He felt like a totally different person, a bit taller maybe. Or it could just be the fact of having of nine hundred years of knowledge and understanding. He felt different, not quite human anymore, something superior, although based along the same interstellar lines.

He looked around, a faint whisper could be heard from every corner of the area that was, from look of it, quite spacious. He walked up, looking down at the center console, there was a note tapped to part of the console, just under a couple of buttons.

He picked up the note, unsticking it from the console. It was written in an ancient dead language, though the power of the TARDIS translated the writing script back to English. It was already inside his mind.

It read:

"Dear Human, (or I guess I really shouldn't call you that now.)

I have been watching you, yes you, for the past while and I have noticed, through careful observation that you seem to be the correct candidate for the task I must ask of you. Your mind is expanding; soon it will hold vast amounts of information, amounts well beyond what your species should handle. The only thing stopping this expansion from completely killing you is the shield I set up within the TARDIS. If you step outside the TARDIS in less than twenty two hours from now, your mind will have expanded so quickly that your neurons would end up snapping, causing a rather painful death. But, enough of that now, the task at hand, you may ask, is quite simple. Being such a man of brilliance I am, it was hard to choose a human who I knew would do the right thing. Time is a very tricky thing to deal with, but hopefully you won't be just another stupid human. You will do the right thing; end the fight I should have ended so many, many years ago. You probably realized now that I wasn't human, nor are you anymore. I was the last of my people. An ancient, dying race of people, from very far away but I came to Earth with a plan. A plan to Regenerate, yes you know that too, one final time. You are my last companion; carry on where I left off.

~Love, the Doctor."

The kid stared at the note in disbelief. All he could do was blink as his mind raced over the amounts of information. It was like, being suspended in a state of time, not being able to feel, to hear, to even sense anything. He hated the fact, hoping it would be gone soon enough. He stood around, spinning continuously, looking everywhere.

"W...w...wow" Was all he could mutter, it was hard to believe that this has been here, like this, for over nine hundred years; Nine hundred summers and winters alike. He could all feel it, reliving it in his memories, his feelings and his emotions.

Finally, it began to die down; he could finally feel himself, feel the ground beneath his feet. He was sick to his stomach. 'Was this something humans are supposed to experience?' His mind raced over questions, answers, facts, truth, lies, and the whole lot of it.

He re-read the line, "If you leave the TARDIS within twenty two hours from now, you will die." That seemed quite simple. He reached into his other pocket, the pocket he knew what he had in there. He produced his black and orange phone.

Fumbling with the buttons, he was able to type in the seven he needed. After a ring or two later, he began to speak. "Hey, mum, are you there?" And he was responded with excited laughs and fast-paced speech. "Yeah, about Thanksgiving dinner, I uh...can't make it this year. I've taken a trip, going on vacation. No, no, it's okay. It's for college. And education trip." He stated coming up with the best alibi he could.

"I'm sorry, I know it's sudden, but I have to take this trip. Yes, yes I love you too. Don't worry, I'll be back before Christmas, then we can all spend Christmas dinner together. Yes, Okay. I really have to go now. I promise I'll call as soon as I can. I love you. Goodbye."

He hung up the phone, flipping it into his palm. Soft warm tears rolled down his cheeks. He didn't have a plan; he didn't even know what he was going to do for the next twenty one hours. Sit here and twiddle his thumbs?