The date, was January 1st, 2005.

You groaned as sunlight blazed through your window and hit your face, telling you to get up. "(Y/n)!" Your mom yelled,"Get up and get dressed! You're gonna be late for work!"

You groaned again as your alarm went off, just as soon as she finished saying that. You turned off the buzzer with a rather hard slam!.

You then got up and got dressed. You looked in the mirror for a split second, deeming yourself presentable, then walked out of your room. You skidded into the kitchen, grabbed your saved sandwich from the fridge, a bottle of coke, a bag of apples, cherries, and strawberries. Slipping all that into your lunch sack, you said goodbye to your mom and made a run out the door, for the bus.

It was a while until the bus came, and when it did, you hopped on, paying the fee and sitting down on one of the seats by the window.

Resting your head, you sighed. 'Another boring day,' You thought,'If only... Something would change.' You then decided to write a bit in your journal. You opened the leather book to a blank page and wrote the word 'Doctor' in there unconsciously.

The word glowed suddenly, as if permanently staying on the page, you shrugged. You closed the journal, just as the bus came to a stop. You moved to put the journal back in your bag, but you found out that it just didn't want to leave your hand. It was definitely out of the ordinary, but you decided it didn't matter that much; it wasn't that much to carry, it was fine. With a smile and a sigh, you got up and got off the bus.

You worked in the clothes department at the largest store in London. Your job was to mend any torn clothes, then ring them up. Sometimes you worked the register. Most times you sorted clothes in the men's, women's, even kids sections. It didn't seem like much, but it did paid rather well.

£60 an hour for working the register.

£30 an hour for sorting the clothes.

And £40 an hour for mending the clothes.

Again, didn't seem like much, but it sure as hell paid well. Because you worked for 10 hours a day. That's £1,300 every day ($1968.33 in American currency). It wasn't like you hated your job, it just, got boring after awhile.

You didn't really expect anything out of the ordinary to happen. You just thought,'Get up. Go to work. Come home and sit in front of the television eating fish an' chips'. But, as you worked, you felt this slight chill.

As if someone was watching you. You just kept doing your work, minding your own business as you were given a rack of clothes to sort. That was when a man walked up to you. "Hello, how can I-?" You started to ask, when they smacked their hands on the counter.

"Are you Y/N?" They asked, an almost hostile tone in their voice. As you looked closer, you noticed you've never seen him a day in your life. "Do I know you?" You asked. The man shook his head. "Then how do you know my name?" You asked. "I've seen you around," He said,"I've asked around."

"Ri~ght," You said with uncertainty,"Well, I'm gonna call-" "No! Don't!" He said,"I swear, I'll leave. Just hear me out." You looked at him. You noticed that the man's eyes held determination. You sighed. "3 minutes," You said. The man nodded.

"I'm the Doctor," The man said. You froze from what you were doing and looked at him. "What?" You asked. The man reached out his hand,"I'm the Doctor."

"Doctor Who?" You asked.