Author's Note: Hey, everyone! I recently started getting into Doctor Who and I wanted to write this story. This story, however, will not feature any of the canon Doctors, but rather a Doctor of my own invention. So enjoy, and feel free to leave any comments or questions!

Prologue

Hello.

My name is Shannon Downey.

If I could describe my life in one word, it would be: meh. What I'm trying to say is that it's not terrible, but it's not anything fantastic. Kinda like purgatory. I know it could be a lot worse, but at the same time, I know it could be a lot better.

Maybe that's my fault. I don't know. Here's what I do know:

1. I'm single,

2. I'm female,

3. I love drawing,

4. I love music,

5. I hate wearing makeup,

6. I hate romantic comedies,

7. I'm in college,

8. I have a job,

9. At least 80% of my wardrobe is black, and

10. It's mostly T-shirts.

And that's not a lot. I do have my likes and dislikes, but pinpointing exactly what kind of a person I am is pretty difficult…especially when I'm practically invisible to the rest of the world and a lot of my time is spent just soaking in how alone I feel, or putting myself out there, trying to make something good happen, and then have it blow up in my face. Like I said earlier, I know my life could be a lot worse, but is it really too much to ask that something goes right?

But I digress from the main point of my story. So let's continue.

My name is Shannon Downey and my life is pretty meh.

That is, until I met the Doctor.