The darkness surrounded her, as the crisp air bit at her pink exposed flesh. Her soft hair was wrapped under a winter hat, as she snuggled up in her jacket and sweatpants, and soft boots. She sat on the hill that her grandfather had sat on so many times before, the telescope in front of her, but not in use. Tears streamed down her delicate face as she remember the man that had sat in the exact spot she was sitting in. The stories the man had told to her, the aliens, she chuckled to herself, still crying.
"Oh, Gramps, you and your bloody aliens. You always were nutter..." The woman wiped her cheeks and sighed, she spoke with a fake male voice, that she called her gramps impression. "Donna, those aliens are real. And you shall see! Just keep your eye out for a..." She stopped...Her grandfather had never finished his sentence. She pondered on what he might have said.
"Donna?" Her mum called. "Donna, are you out there?"
"Here" She sniffed, sighed again.
"I miss him too, sweetheart.." Sylvia, Donna's mother, said, coming next to her, and rubbing her shoulder.
"It's so hard, mum." Donna cried softly. Her mum took the seat Donna had always sat in and rubbed her daughters back. "Mum, did Gramps ever tell you to keep your eye out for something?"
Sylvia stopped, and looked at Donna. Her eyes held a slight fear. Donna stared in confusion.
"Like what?" She asked.
"I dunno, gramps just said to keep an eye out...aliens...you know." She chuckled a little. Sylvia sighed and nodded.
"Come, dear,lets get in." Sylvia grabbed the telescope, taking it back to the house, and leading her daughter like a young child.
Donna went inside the house with the telescope, but Sylvia had a feeling about outside, and wandered two blocks over. There she saw it. She shouldn't have seen it. It was not to come near her anymore. But from inside the thing of dread, as Sylvia called it, a strange man appeared, he was younger and not the same. The Police box looked the same, but who was this man? He appeared to be checking out the box, so she stepped closer a little, inspecting the man. He was humming to himself, a tune that was upbeat, yet somber at the same time. He spun around and she froze, their eyes locked and he smiled.
"Sylvia Noble" The man said, a cheery note in his voice.
"Who are you?" She asked, her eyes narrowing.
"I'm the Doctor"