My name is Anna. I was young when the time war hit. The Daleks wiped out everything and soon we knew we had to get out, by any means. So we fled. But there was one problem. We lost track of each other. I guess taking a TARDIS for each of us wasn't my best plan. I lost him. And I have been searching for I don't know how long.

I landed in London 2007 after aimlessly traveling for a while. Cloaking my TARDIS as a small boxy car, I stepped out into the cool air with my book in hand. It was a misty day, not too cold but certainly not the least bit warm. It was my favorite kind of weather and I didn't run into it often. I decided to take a stroll down the busy streets and enjoy what little time I could before getting down to business. I could hear small pebbles crunching under my feet and the wind whipped my face gently. I decided to stop in at a small café and enjoy myself for a bit. Plopping into a chair outside, I opened my book. Not seconds later a tall, good looking boy in a white shirt and black pants approached my table.

"May I take your order?" the boy said. As he looked up from his pad, a flirtatious smile crept across his face.

"May I have a coffee with two sugars and a bagel please?" I said politely, sitting up a bit straighter and smiling a bit. Time Lord or not, I still knew what flirting was, granted, I was a bit oblivious on how to do it. The boy grinned sweetly.

"Why of course you may."

Thank goodness I had regenerated into an attractive specimen.

"Thank you." I said sweetly with a warm smile. He smiled again and walked away. I felt his eyes lingering on me a bit. Whatever, I did not have time to scope out boys. I may look like a 16 year old but I'm approaching 886 years old. I haven't the time for human teenage boys. Or the patience for that matter. I focus on my book for a while and force myself to relax for a bit. The last few weeks had been stressful. I had lost my companion, but for good reason. Her father was sick and I couldn't keep her from taking care of him. It was a tearful goodbye but I don't regret it. But now, once again, I'm alone. Not quite coping very well, but I'll get used to it, like always. I glanced around a bit. There were only 3 other people outside. One was 2 tables down from me. She was a small, mousey girl no more than 13 years old typing furiously away at her laptop. The other was an old man flipping through a newspaper. For a busy street it was quiet. I sat in the cool air reading for about 5 more minuets when pretty boy came out again with my coffee and bagel.

"So, is there anything else I can get you? Cream, sugar, a date?" he said, that same heart melting smile as before.

"You're asking me on a date? I don't even know your name!" I said. Admittedly, I was a bit shocked.

"Well, I can fix that part. I'm Tony. Tony Marcus. And you?"

"Anna"

"Well now that we cleared that up, what do you say? Tonight?" he said. Oh no. not puppy dog eyes! My ultimate weakness. Oh well, one date couldn't hurt, right?

"Ok, tonight. How about I meet you here at around 8?" I said.

"Sounds great," Tony said. "See you then."

He winked at me and left. Again I felt eyes on me. I smiled, feeling pleased and a little ashamed with myself. Didn't I just say no boys? Oh well. A man with short brown hair walks past with a dark skinned woman. They laugh and joke but there is something a bit… strange. I feel a jolt in my stomach. Both my hearts pound rapidly. Could it be? Obviously he would look very different for when I knew him; I would too. The man must have felt the same jolt that I did because he stopped dead in his tracks and spun quickly on his heels. It was then that I got a good look at his face. He had dark brown eyes that matched his hair. A wild and quizzical look was plastered on his face, and I'm sure I wore a similar one on mine. It couldn't be. It was impossible. I had been searching for too long…

I knew in my gut my suspicions were correct. I had just found him. The Doctor was what he liked to go by. I had just found my brother.