The air was strangely still around the area of McKinley. Not even a bird's song could be heard it was quiet, too quiet. Then out of nowhere came a loud mechanical noise and blue light shone in the court are just outside the school. And into existence a blue box appeared slowly, it was a police call box. But it wasn't any ordinary police call box. This was, the Doctors.

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The long blonde hair of a sleeping pale faced Quinn willowed in the small breeze which crept through her window. The light window pane lay slightly open, the bright light shining through the open curtains which hung on the thin wooden line stuck to the low wall. Her lips parted slightly as if prepared to moan at the alarm that came suddenly cutting through the air. A loud siren type noise produced from the clock on the side table and Quinn's eyes opened slightly glaring at the clock for waking her from her dream. She had been somewhere she had never been before, in life or in dream, yet it felt like home. And there was someone there ... but she couldn't remember. She rolled over slamming her hand down on the button to turn the sound off. Pushing herself up slightly she looked outside into the bright sunlight which burned her eyes slightly. The street was awkwardly quiet outside her house when normally a car or two would be passing like clock-work. As she crept out of bed still half asleep, her small pyjama t-shirt slightly tucked into her pants. As she moved sloth like to the bathroom she turned on the shower. The steam rose in the bathroom as she looked at herself in the mirror sometimes she still hated how she looked as if her past would come back to her. She stripped down and stepped slowly into the shower nearly burning her foot in the water before turning it down. As she lifted her face up to the shower head closing her eyes and letting the water wash the sleep off of her body she thought of everything that had happened since they got back from New York. They had had the summer break from school and this was her last year she was finally a senior, but did she really want to be rid of school. The more she thought about it she didn't want to she'd miss everyone too much even Rachel. They had already been to school for a week and Quinn had been overloaded with work she remembered she had borrowed a book from the library just so she could find out how to do this History essay she was given by her dreadful teacher, has she even heard of a hair brush? Quinn reminded herself that she had to take the book back today as she turned the shower off wrapping a towel around her.

She arrived in school just on time as they had ran out of milk at home so she decided to grab a coffee on the way. She walked to her locker putting the library book inside, she'd hand it back later, and grabbing her Spanish book out and her History book with essay. She had stayed up half the night doing it she probably looked a state.

'Hey Quinn!' Quinn turned around and Santana was right behind her. 'I was calling your name for like a minute, you alright?'

'Uh... yeah sorry just a bit zoned.' She said blinking fiercely shaking her head slightly causing her necklace to tangle itself slightly.

'You don't say.' She said as she grabbed Quinn's necklace lightly untangling it for her.

'Thanks.' She said smiling slightly as they slowly walked off to History.

'I was talking to Britt this morning about going to Bread Stix. And she was saying how we should all go... and by all I mean you, me and her, what do you think?' Santana was looking at Quinn but she had stopped and was looking down to the other side of the corridor. 'Quinn,' Santana said looking the same way she was. 'What are you looking at?'

'I think I've seen that man before...' She said looking intently at a man who was stood at the other end of the corridor bending over a radiator looking as if he was fixing it.

'He's just a janitor you've probably seen him round school before. Come on we'll be late for class.'

'Yeah ... probably.' Quinn said looking away from the man still not remembering where she'd seen him before. Santana grabbed Quinn's arm steering her to their History class. They took their usual seats at the back of the room as the teacher came over collecting the essays her hair as batty as ever. Quinn couldn't look at her but then this made her feel bad she had to try to stop seeing the differenced in people just by their looks she knew she was a better person then that but she still couldn't help herself. 'Ok thank you class for your essay's on the Roman Empire. I look forward to see which aspects you took.' She continued talking but Quinn's mind was elsewhere, round the corner at the end of the corridor with that man actually. Santana was probably right that he was just a janitor but then how come Quinn could not get him out of her mind. When she remembered what she saw she saw the man's brown hair and he was wearing a jacket and braces. She thought that was odd for a janitor but didn't think too much about it there was just something about him she didn't know what or where but she had definitely met him before. She thought she'd go speak to him after lesson just to clear up whether she had met him or not but when she got out of class he was gone. 'Quinn you're gonna be late to glee if you wait around.' Santana said looking perplexedly at her.

'Umm... sure.' She said walking along with Santana and then she remembered the library book. 'Santana I have to go quickly.'

'What do you mean go?' She said crunching her eyebrows together in confusion.

'A book I need to hand back.' She said stepping slowly in the other direction. 'Tell Mr. Schue I'm going to be late, ok bye.' She said slowly jogging off in the direction of her locker. She hurriedly opened her locker stuffing her other books in and grabbing out the library one. She hated being late for glee so she walked as fast as she could to the library. She turned down the corridor for the library walking inside without looking. It was really dark in there Quinn thought to herself but she didn't know where the light switch was to turn on the lights. She walked slowly over to the front desk but no one was there not even the librarian. She looked around not seeing any sign of anyone she had a sudden rush she wasn't meant to be in here when she heard a noise from behind one of the book shelves. She walked around it carefully expecting to jump any second when she saw a man. He was poking around at one of the lights with a small device which looked like a small torch except it wasn't lighting anything up. 'Excuse me,' Quinn said looking up at him. 'Do you know where Mrs Richards is? I need to hand this book back.'

'She said she'd be back soon.' His soft voice called out and he looked down. Quinn recognised him straight away he was the man who was fixing the radiator earlier and she knew his voice. But didn't know where from. 'Who are you?' Quinn thought to herself stepping back slightly.

'Sorry about the lights.' He said looking back up at them, 'I had to turn them off to uh ... well I had to turn them off.' He said hoping off the stall he was on and walking to the door turning on the lights. As he turned around he looked at Quinn who felt so frightened but not knowing why. 'Sorry if I gave you a bit of a shock.' He said smiling slightly rocking on his feet. Quinn looked at him his white checked shirt shone quite brightly in the light and his dark bow-tie dull against the white. 'You can wait for her to get back if you want.'

Quinn looked at him and found her voice again. 'I... I'll just do that.' She said walking to the front desk again and leaning on it.

'We're ready for you Quinn.'