I bumped into a man at the market. As soon as my elbow brushed his he collapsed. I brought him to my uncle at the base. He looked fondly at the man, as if he were an old friend.
"Where'd you pick him up?" he asked me. I had a bit of a habit of picking up people I found on the streets. I was a humanitarian, what could I say. I learned from one of the best... sort of.
"I bumped into him at the market, he just collapsed."
"When're you gonna learn not to pick random guys off the street?" I smiled. I loved his accent. I always tried to emulate that American accent, but I was raised in Cardiff, and that's the accent I had thrust upon me in my early years. I just couldn't get rid of it.
"As soon as you do, Uncle Jack." I stuck my tongue out at him. He smiled up at me. I had a good three inches on him. He loved it when I called him Uncle Jack.
"You know, when you're mean like that it hurts me inside," he joked. He turned to the man. "What're we gonna do with you Doctor? Never can stay outta trouble can you?"
"You know this guy?" I mentally rewound the last phrases he uttered. "Wait, this is the Doctor?" The imfamous Doctor. I'd heard so many stories of him in my ten years with Jack. They were my favorite stories. Stories of aliens and of adventure and of love. I was excited to be in his very presence.
"Yup, the one and only."
"Do you think he'll know what I am?" I asked hopefully.
"Maybe kid, maybe..."