I sit inside my bigger-on-the-inside TARDIS watching the world go by outside. I have lived in New York almost my whole life, a mere four hundred fifty years waiting for something exciting to happen to me. My TARDIS a type 230.7 was still in the labs of Gallifrey when my father stole a part of it and put into my launch pod with me, just twenty years olds. I suppose that TARDIS piece is why the daleks didn't blow up my pod when I was launched off of Gallifrey in hope of getting out of the Time War. Ever since I crashed into some forest near New York and became a citizen of New York, my life has been solely focused on not wasting my remaining regenerations and blending in with humanity.
At first, I tried keeping a job, but it seemed that explosive aliens loved looking for and hunting down remaining Time Lords, and blowing up their jobs. So I figured I could just 'borrow' money from a vending machine anytime I was in a desperate need for cash. Also, not having a job was a lot easier when I occasionally regenerated.
Standing up from the chair I was sitting in to look outside, I look at the mirror hanging nearby. As I admired my new body that I had gotten back a few months ago from a few armed and very angry bank robbers, I don't even the notice the group of people dressed all in black walk near my TARDIS, that is at the moment disguised as a dark purple van. I straighten up out of surprise as they very politely knock on my vans front door.
Taking one last look at my pale red-headed self, I straighten my knee length purple dress and walk towards the door. I open the door, and to my surprise, I find myself looking straight at Agent Phil Coulson, a SHIELD agent that was leading an investigation, that I helped out with a few weeks back.
"Ms. Patience Knight," Patience is my real name, Knight is just a fake last name, "I do believe we may need your help." He said as he handed me very thick file labeled The Doctor. I almost laughed when I read the title.
"Something funny Ms. Knight?" Coulson asked, in clear confusion.
"No, sorry. But what kind of persons name is The Doctor. I mean it sounds like something out of an old Scifi TV show." I say, trying to hide my laugh and almost worry. If they know about the Doctor, how long will it take for them to find out about myself, Torchwood, Captain Jack Harkness, UNIT, even time travel?
One of the other people in the group standing outside of my van, a man with short black hair and quite muscular body takes a few steps forward and says "No, it is not something out of an old science fiction show, and we believe that you are an associate with this man, The Doctor."
I don't even have time to process what he just said before a fist, I am assuming that it belongs to the person who just spoke, makes contact with my face and all the lights go out.