Donna slammed her car door shut, not caring how late it was or how many noise complaints her neighbors had already filed against her. She had had an awful day and all she wanted was to sit in front of the telly with some ice cream. She headed towards the front door of the house fumbling around in her purse for the key.
Aha! Gotcha! She thought as her fingers finally grasped the cold jagged metal of the house key. She pulled it out of the bag only to have it slip from her fingers and into the bushes that lined that the pathway.
She let out a groan and stomped her foot before leaning down to pick it up. She searched through the bushes, feeling around for the key. Suddenly she heard a strange noise from the other side of the street. Something that seemed eerily familiar... and yet she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
It sounded something like a vworp! vworp! vworp! kind of sound, something the hoover might make, and in curiosity she looked up from the bushes towards the sound. There, across the street stood a big blue box that most definitely had not been there a few minutes ago.
Donna stood up, dusted off her skirt and took a cautious step towards the box. It read police box across the top. And anything that has to do with the police can't be bad, can it? Donna thought. Then she almost snorted to herself although she wasn't quite sure why.
Taking another cautious step forward Donna called out "Hello?" except it came out so quiet she had to try again.
Clearing her throat and taking another small step away from the safety of her house she called out "Hello?".
Suddenly the door of the box burst open and Donna jumped backwards in surprise. A man walked out. He looked a bit like a child, with brown floppy hair and too long awkward limbs. Her was wearing suspenders and a bowties with a tweed jacket, which Donna couldn't help but think was so out of style.
He wasn't looking at her, but rather backwards into his box. There was something so familiar about this scene but she didn't know why. It was so frustrating, this feeling she was missing something and something important that she was ready to scream.
"Such a nice planet, Avalon," The man was rambling, still not looking towards her. "Seven hundred billion was such a great year for them. Economic boom and all..."
Two people came out of the box behind him. A girl and boy. The girl was pale with bright green eyes and long red hair that cascaded around her shoulders in big curls. The boy was tall and lanky and a big nose that somehow suited his features. His hair was gelled back to show off his beautiful eyes.
The boy was the first one to see her. "Uh... Doctor?" He said, uncertainty filling his voice and concern his features.
"The Doctor" (why did that sound so familiar to Donna?) whirled around, coat spinning with him. Recognition filled his features, mixed with something a bit like... fear.
Why on Earth would he be afraid of me? Donna thought. Or... is he even afraid for me?
"Oh." He said. "Well... this isn't Avalon, and it certainly isn't the year seven hundred billion."
Suddenly Donna was filled up with one question. The most important question.
"Doctor Who?"
THE END