The rusty chains of the swing moaned piteously as the man swung absentmindedly. It was the only sound in the park on that fine fall day. There was only one other person in the park and that was Samantha, who was deep in thought and hadn't even noticed that she wasn't alone. She was trying to right a story but could not get passed the first chapter on anything that she had started; no matter what she did it was evident that she was helplessly blocked.

This park was one of her favorite spots and she had hoped that it would help to clear her head, but it didn't seem to be working. So she gave up and started to gather her stuff up when she finally noticed the only other inhabitant of the deserted park. When she first looked she had to smile, he was dressed in the oddest way to be on a swing. He was wearing a brown pin stripped suit with a tie hung loosely around his neck. And his hair was stuck up at all sorts of odd angles as if he was constantly running his hands through it. Samantha's eyes drifted down to his shoes and she noticed that while his clothes may say slightly serious is shoes said otherwise. They were red high tops and Samantha had to admit that in an odd way she found them rather fitting.

As she looked her smile soon disappeared for he had a look so miserable that it made Samantha sad just looking at it. If she had known him she would have run over and given him a hug because he looked like he needed one. But she didn't know him so instead she gathered her stuff and left the small park to go back to her life.

The next day she had almost completely forgotten about the strange man, when she saw him again. She was at the book store where she worked when he passed in front of the window just as she glanced up. She was surprise to see him again and thought that it had just been someone similarly dressed when he passed the window again. It was most definitely him, he was dressed exactly the same with the addition of a large brown trench coat. And he was walking back and forth holding an odd device in his hand that resembled a rather thick pen with a light at the top. He would randomly point it at things and the light would light up and then he would point it at something else.

Samantha couldn't help thinking that he was completely mental. She didn't know what to do about him so she just ignored him and went back to work. Not long after she noticed the man her boss noticed him to.

"What is up with him?" he asked staring out the window at him, "Has he completely lost his mind?"

"I think he might have," Samantha said in return as the man pointed his strange device at the book store then gave a smile of victory and walked inside.

"Hello," He said with a smile that was amazingly charming in Samantha's mind, even if he was completely mad.

"Hello," she said replied with less enthusiasm then he had. "Can I help you with anything?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact you can," He said getting a little more serious, "You haven't happened to see a big blue box outside have you?"

The question took Samantha completely by surprise and she heard her boss give a snort of laughter from where he stood by the widow. "No, I can't say that I have," She said when she was able to open her mouth without laughing.

"Are you sure?" he asked again, "it was really big, about eight feet tall and it said 'Public Police Call Box' at the top."

"No sir, I haven't seen anything like that," Samantha said, "not this morning."

"There was no blue box out there," her boss said finally able to control his laughter at the original question.

The strange man glanced at the man standing behind him, "and who are you?" he asked.

"I'm Paul, Paul Rogers," He said a little stunned at the force of the question.

"Nice to meet you, I'm the Doctor."