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I met the Doctor a total of three times. Or maybe more, but I haven't gotten to that point in my personal timeline.
The first time wasn't really a meeting, more of a sighting. Of course, I had no idea what it really was back then.
One night I was walking home after a night out with my friends when a plastic manikin grabs Pauline by the neck and starts shaking her. We all thought it was some sort of joke until Pauline started turning blue. 'Cause Pauline's a great actress, but even she can't change colour without a lot of makeup. So we begin hitting the manikin with purses and handbags. I tried stabbing it in the neck with my 5-inch stiletto heels but the thing didn't even flinch.
We finally got the manikin off when my mate Liz yanked its head off and I dropped a few lit cigarettes (not mine) into the hollow neck. The stupid plastic thing melted and Pauline survived.
Okay, so the actual version involves a lot more swearing, hitting, and dismemberment, but I did drop cigarettes into the manikin and it did end up as a sort of gloppy mess. No one got too seriously injured (except the manikin; I think there's a stain somewhere in London where it melted).
That was when I saw the phone box. It was parked innocently in the corner, nearly hidden by the shadows, with an air of mystery surrounding it. I wondered why a phone box would be in such a strange place, but I decided to let it go. I shouldn't have. That night, I also saw a man in a black leather jacket walking with a young blonde. Oh, that lucky blonde.