Chapter 1

"Don't move," a voice behind her said. Definitely a man's voice, a British man she decided, weighing her options. She could run away, stay, or fight. Just as she was choosing to fight, the voice spoke again.

"Carefully and slowly, look into the window ahead of you," the voice said. The voice was sharp and strong. She had no reason but something told her to trust him. She quickly figured that out. So, she decided to trust him and looked straight into the window, only to be shocked, seeing a statue of an angel behind her, reaching out with a grimace on its face.

"What is that thing?" she asked, trying to sound strong but the man detected fear from the quaver in her voice.

"Turn around slowly," he said but in a softer and kinder tone. She slowly turned around, following the man's instructions. What she saw behind her shocked her.

The man was wearing a dark red bowtie, suspenders, and a brown, tweed suit. But the surprise was the statue behind her. It was an angel, reaching out to her and staring with pupiless eyes and the same twisted grimace.

Her eyes widened in fear, scared of her future, if she even had one. The strange man pulled an item out of the pocket on his coat, murmuring something unintelligible. He pointed it at the statue clicked it on and green light flashed, the device making some odd noises that she didn't understand.

"Hmmmm. It seems to have traveled here from a far off galaxy. It's nearly out of energy. It'll be dead soon," he said more clearly. "But why was it heading for you?", he wondered. The he asked, "Have done anything special, anything at all out of the ordinary, anything of importance?"

"No, nothing," she replied, still wary of him. He nodded, understanding.

"Well, it can't hurt us now. It's run out of energy," he explained, slowing down her racing heart a bit. "Look." He tapped it ever so slightly and it crumbled into dust, gone forever.

"What's your name?", he asked her, aware that proper introductions had not been made.

"Anastasia. Anastasia Griffiths," she said more openly, now trusting the stranger. "How about you give me yours," she said.

"The Doctor," he replied, as if it was the simplest thing ever.

"Doctor who?" Anastasia asked.

"Just the Doctor," he said.

"Okay Doctor," she said, "How about you explain this whole statue thing."

Doctor dragged her along as he walked quickly. "But my house is this way," she protested as the Doctor pulled her hand that he was holding to the right as she pointed to the left.

"You're coming with me first. Don't you want to know more about the angel?" he asked in a voice that hinted that he already knew the answer and a smirk that proved it. "This way," he said as he pulled her onto a street lit by streetlights. At the end of it, there was a smallish, dark blue police box that the Doctor was dragging Anastasia towards.

When they got there the Doctor immediately plucked a key from his breast pocket in his coat, unlocked the police box, and stepped in. Anastasia hesitated outside the door.

"Come on in," the Doctor said, poking his head out the door then promptly disappearing again. "The TARDIS won't bite," he called.

"Wait, what won't bite?" she asked.

"Just come in," he said, starting to get exasperated.

Anastasia reluctantly took a step into the blue box and was shocked by what she saw.