I'm disgusted. At myself, at my parents, at everyone. It's been exactly three years, 16 weeks, and five days since the incident. But I can't forget it. It still haunts me. Every night I lay on the bed, some 21st century band called My Chemical Romance blasting in my hears, trying to forget. But it never works.

I regret not doing anything to help the Doctor. I regret not standing up to my parents and talking some sense into them. I regret not knowing the Hostess' name. But most of all, I regret that short period of time when I went to help my father murder the Doctor.

What happened has changed me and my parents. They became more over-protective, not letting me do anything or see anyone. Thank god I've got my own flat now. But out of my small little family, it's changed me the most. I know how weak, how stupid, the human race is. And I'm getting pretty tired of it all.

The shrill ringing of my phone interrupts my little inner monologue. I pause the music, answer my phone. "Yeah?"

"Hey Jethro. Lucy and I were wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight, watch some movies?" My mate Alex asks.

"Nah, not in the mood." I roll over on my bed.

Alex's tone sounds a lot more annoyed. "Really? Listen, I know that whole 'Midnight' thing was really traumatic and stuff, but you gotta let it go. I don't think we've hung out ever since it happened."

"I'm sorry. Look, I'm really tired right now. But I'll come over tomorrow, first thing." I feel a bit guilty as I realize that yes, I have been neglecting my friends.

"Promise?"

"I promise."

I hear muffled talking in the background and guess that Lucy's asking if I'm coming.

"Lucy says that if you break the promise, she'll come to your flat, punch you, and super-glue you to the roof." Alex says with a half laugh, half shudder. Knowing Lucy, I wouldn't be surprised if she actually does do that. I hear a loud Lucy-screech that sounds like "That's right, I did say that! And I will."

"Okay, see you tomorrow?" I say, and hang up after Alex says his goodbye. I turn my music back up, feeling a tiny bit better. Not everyone is coward. Lucy, for example. She's herself, and wouldn't do anything she doesn't want to, even if someone else wants her too. There are some good people in the world. And I just needed my friends to prove it.

I start to fall asleep, feeling considerably happier than I have in a while. But just as my mind drifts off, there's a knock at my door.

"Really?" I grumble to myself. I walk down the hallway and answer it, not caring about my pj's. I swing the door open, and standing in front of me is a tall, thin guy wearing a tweed jacket and a bow tie. I've never seen him before, yet I get the feeling I know him.

"Hello Jethro! It's me, the Doctor, and I need your help with something."

Wait...

It's him.

But... It can't be him. He looks completely different from the Doctor. But he knows who I am, and and introduced himself as the Doctor. Who else would do that? And, he just... seems like the Doctor. He's got the same, bouncy energy, like he can't stay still.

"Like... the Doctor from Midnight?" I say something after an awkward silence.

"Yup! Very same one! Got a new face though." He faces, and points at his face to prove it. My mind drawing a blank, I just stand there stairing. He waves his hand in front of my face. "You still in there?"

I blink. "Oh, yeah sorry. But-" He drags me out the door, and down the street.

"Like I said, I need your help with something." Suddenly, his tone of voice grows serious. "Whatever it was, on Midnight? It's back."