Chapter 1
She was running, and running. Hard and fast, no matter how much her
legs burned with pain. The cold January London air was a relief to her
hot cheeks. She didn't want to stop. He might be following her.
Brian was a wonderful boy-at least, he used to be. She trusted him
wholly, with all her heart. That is, until now, when she discovered he
was having a relationship with a girl named Abby. Beautiful, short
little Abby, with round cheeks and brown eyes. Her friend Lyndsey
informed her of this after seeing them together. Today, he broke up
with her. He didn't even know that she knew about Abby.
She was sick of him. Sick of everything. So she ran. She ran until
she couldn't anymore, so she sat on the sidewalk alone. It was then
that the tears began to fall. She didn't know what to do. She let
herself cry and sob and let the messy tears fall freely down her
cheeks.
All of a sudden, a strange wooshing sound filled her ears. She looked
up. Her heartbeat quickened. The sound grew louder, and a blue police
box began to materialize on the sidewalk. Her eyes widened. This was
unusual. More than unusual. Freaky.
When the police box had completely materialized, a man in a tweed
jacket and bowtie stepped out, surprising her even more. She let out a
little shriek, causing the man to jump. "Yowzer! I didn't see you
there!"
She was speechless for a moment. "Wh-who...who are you?" she asked.
"Good question," the strange man replied. "Who are you?"
"I'm not telling you until you tell me." she retorted.
"Well, stubborn, are we?" the man teased. He had a charming, impish
smile on his face. "Well, if you must know, I'm the Doctor."
"The Doctor?" she repeated. "Doctor who?"
"Just the Doctor," he replied, almost as if he had explained this a
thousand times.
"Just the Doctor..." she repeated suspiciously. "Hmm."
"And who are you, if I may ask?"
"Tessa. Tessa Song." she replied hesitantly.
"Tessa. Hm. I like that name. Tessa. Tessa, Tessa, Tessa." he sang,
and she couldn't help but smile a bit. "So, Tessa Song, what are you
doing out here on such a cold night?"
"Well...I was...taking a walk." Tessa lied.
"Taking a walk? At eight at night? In London? In thirty degree weather?"
Tessa sighed, and she could see her breath. "I...felt compelled to,
alright? And...I have a question."
"Yes?"
"What exactly are you doing...teleporting around in a 1960s police
box?" she asked.
"Well, actually, she's called the TARDIS." The Doctor explained,
leaning against the blue box. "Would you like to look inside?"
Why not? Tessa thought. "Alright..." she agreed, and followed him inside.
What she saw astounded her. "Oh...my...goodness." she marveled at the
hugeness of it. "It's so much bigger on the inside!"

"Really? It is?" The Doctor had the slightest hint of sarcasm in his
voice. "Never really noticed that."
"Is it like a time machine or something?" Tessa inquired.
"I suppose so," The Doctor replied. "She can take you foward a
hundred centuries, or back hundred."
"Really? Wow..."

"She's pretty impressive, isn't she?" the Doctor grinned.
"And you go places with this thing? Always alone?"
The Doctor's grin disappeared. "Not always."
"Oh, so you've had friends along?"
"Yes, sometimes." he replied. "Sometimes." he repeated, almost sadly.
She decided not to ask anything more. "Speaking of," he said,
brightening. "How about you come along?"
"You mean...you'll let me come with you?" Tessa asked, surprised.
"Why not? It's not gonna be easy, let me tell you that. But it's
going to be amazing. Trust me." The Doctor said.
"Alright..." Tessa said. "I've gotta go pack."
"Go, then!" The Doctor exclaimed, smiling, and Tessa was off in a blur.