I peered into the main room of the TARDIS. The room was alive with an intangible energy that materialized in the form of a soft humming and beeping, and a gentle green glow. The Doctor sat on a stool in front of the circular center console and appeared to be sleeping, though occasionally he would look up and enter a code or press a button, and then go back to sleep. I smiled. "Typical." I tiptoed back to bed, but lay awake for hours. Who was the Doctor? And where was he from?
The next morning, I walked in my pajamas to the center room. Rose was sitting there in her nightgown. "Hello, Misty," she said, giving me a tired smile. "Come sit down." My feelings were mixed about Rose Tyler. She was a distant figure for me. She was always with the Doctor, laughing, talking, saving the world. And the worst part, or at least the most complicated, was that I had a crush on the Doctor. A little one, or maybe not so little. "So," she asked. "What do you think of Ash?"
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