The Doctor...
He is an amazing man..extraordinary really. He's magnificent, brilliant, and just all around fantastic. And yet... I've never met him. I've certainly heard of him and his adventures throughout all of time and space, that much is true, but I've never ever met him face-to-face.
Although I do have this feeling that I have before. Once upon a time... a very long time ago... It's a silly thought really. It's just... I have these..dreams you could say. Dreams that revolve around me and the Doctor. I'm traveling with him throughout all of time and space in his TARDIS. Every now and again there are other companions like Martha or Jack or Donna but it's mostly just me and the Doctor.
I never really quite remember what the dreams consisted of but I always remember him. And right before I wake up he always says, "Don't worry. I'm coming. Everything's going to be alright. I'm coming for you, Charlie. I'm coming."
I keep on waiting and waiting. I keep on wondering...wondering if he really is coming or if my dreams are just that. Dreams. It doesn't help the fact, however, of that every now and again when I'm alone I hear a faint sound. It's almost like it's in the back of my head and yet not at the same time. It's the sound of the TARDIS. Of course when I look around it's gone. I never see any 1950's style Police Box around... Not that you can blame a girl. I mean who wouldn't want to go on an adventure in the TARDIS with the Doctor?
It may be a hopeless dream but it's one that I've been wishing for for so long now that it feels like forever. I mean...what if he actually is real?
And that's where my story began.
My life as an ordinary 21 year old woman who works at Dunkin' Donuts was changed forever by one single thought about one single man. The man who calls himself..The Doctor.