Author's note: This is where I should say that I do not own anything related to Doctor Who, which belongs to it's respective people. For now. MWAHAHA!! *ahem* sorry. Well, enjoy and R&R please!
Prologue
How did I get myself into this mess? Here I am, God knows where, hanging off the side of the building, and for what? Some stupid man, in a stupid pinstripe suit, carrying some sonic do-hickey, asking about the Faerie Book; if it wasn't for that idiotic book, I could be safely back at home, writing my college essay, or even working at the library. But nooo! He has to come waltzing in there like he owns the goddamn place, and grabbing me by the arm and staring at me with those eyes. Now, how does a man who looks so young have eyes so old? Hmmm, maybe that's what made me help the Doctor. Be his, what was it? His companion. Ah, Doctor… oh who am I kidding, life back home would be so boring without him. Which gives me another thought, where is he? He better get here quickly, I think I'm slipping…