I stood in the middle of the forest of bamboo. I gazed at the sky, studying it. A gentle breeze blew through the bamboo, throwing my hair into the air. I turned in a slow circle, gently pushing my hair away from my face. I heard a strange noise, and the wind picked up. It sounded like a wheezing man. My face lit up. I listened for a second, until the noise faded. A creak sounded behind me and a man's voice said, "You called?" I spun, facing the blue box. A man stood in front. I beamed, "Sure did." The man held a hand towards me. I caught it, and he led me through the creaking door.

I glanced at the room spreading out around me. "Nothing?" the man asked. I shook my head. "I'm used to it," I said nonchalantly. His jaw dropped, "How? I'm not used to it half the time. I still get lost in here." I smiled and stepped up to the console. Lights flashed. Buttons beeped. Levers tempted me. Graphics flashed and spun on a screen over the console. I walked in a slow circle, looking at nearly every inch of the control panel. I turned, "Where are we going?" He threw something at me, and I just barely managed to catch it. It was a chain with a key hanging from it. "But I haven't even had one adventure yet. I'm not qualified for this," I held the key carefully, recognizing it on site. It was the key to the blue box. "You know more about the TARDIS than I do, almost. You're the first companion I've ever had that wasn't surprised by the dimensional transcendentalism. You are fascinating," he said, excitedly. "I-I'm a companion now?" I asked in disbelief. He smiled, and it was that broad smile that you couldn't resist smiling back to.

"Where are we going first?" I asked. He shook his head, "Where do you want to go?" I sighed, "No idea. I could settle for 1950s earth to meet Elvis. I could settle for Victorian London. I could settle to meet the queen. I could meet the President of the United States. I could go to my parent's wedding. All of time and space is a lot to choose from. But first, I think I want to sing with Elvis." I laughed, "Silly dream, I know." I looked at him. He was staring at her. I felt ashamed. "No Elvis then?" I asked. His jaw dropped, "You want to sing with Elvis? I've always wanted to meet Elvis!" He beamed, and I laughed.

The wheezing noise had returned. "And you just pull that lever there," he pointed across the console. I pulled the lever. "Hold down the button on the left and press the blinking yellow one," he relayed instructions to me from across the console as I carefully completed them. A loud boom shook the TARDIS. "Oops," he said, "Hit the blue button and pull that lever at the same time." I did. The wheezing noise stopped. "We've landed," I gasped. He threw some clothing at me. It was a poodle skirt and a white blouse. "Wardrobe is down the hall," he pointed. I skipped off.

When I returned, all dolled up, he was waiting. He was dressed nicely in a black leather jacket, white t-shirt, rolled up denim jeans, and aviator shades. His hair was greased back. He offered his arm, and I hooked my arm through his. My skirt swished as we strode towards the doors. He pulled the door open for me, and I stepped out. I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the bright sunlight. I gasped.

The TARDIS had landed on a street corner. Just down the road to the left was a theater. On the side of the theater were loads of signs advertising "the King." I turned, "I can't believe we're actually here!" He nodded, "I know." On an impulse, I started to run towards the theater. I ran down the street, as fast as I could. When I reached the theater, I paused for a breath. The Doctor ran up behind me. "What was that?" he asked, completely out of breath. "I was excited. Now, I'm not so sure. I've never sung on stage in front of thousands, maybe millions, of people before," I gasped, my heart fluttering. "Oh, I'm not going to be able to do this," I held my face in my hands. He patted my shoulder, "You'll be fine." I raised my eyebrows at him, "How do you know?" He laced his fingers through mine, "I don't." He strode towards the stage entrance, pulling me along behind him.

Naturally, the stage entrance was guarded. The security guards blocked the door completely. When we approached one guard huffed and asked for an ID. The Doctor pulled a small leather wallet out of his coat pocket. He flipped it open and showed the guards. "Well, why didn't you say so?" the guard asked. He pushed open the door, allowing us through. Once inside, with the door closed behind us, we both giggled. "Who does it say we are?" I asked. The Doctor showed me the paper inside the wallet. The King of England plus one, the first line read, followed by an entire ID for him. "Plus one?" I asked him, laughing, "I thought that was Rose's title." "You don't think you deserve it?" he laughed. He slipped the wallet back in his pocket. We hooked arms and strode through the backstage, looking for Elvis.

I fingered the key around her neck. We were standing at the door of Elvis's dressing room. The Doctor had already knocked, with no response. I had suggested calling out "room service" after knocking, but the idea had been vetoed. He raised his hand to knock again just as the door opened. In the doorway stood "the King" himself, Elvis Presley. I gasped. Elvis smiled. The Doctor quickly lowered his fist. "Well, hello there," Elvis said. The Doctor and I glanced at each other. I squealed. "Uh, hello, Mr. Elvis," the Doctor stuttered. "My friend here wants to sing. With you," he quickly added. "She'll have to sing to me first," Elvis said, "See how good she is." He ushered us into his dressing room.

I stood, facing the Doctor and Elvis. Both had surprised looks on their faces. They exchanged glances. "You got a strong voice, little one," Elvis noted. The Doctor nodded his agreement. "Didn't know she could actually sing," he said. I placed her hands on my hips. "You were just going to let me sing out there, not even knowing how good I was?" I asked him. He smiled nervously, "Maybe." I rolled my eyes. "I reckon you can sing with me, youngin'," Elvis smiled, "What songs do you know?"

Looking back, there was no reason to have stage fright. I had surprised Elvis, after all. Still, the thought of thousands of people watching me scared me. I strode out on the stage with confidence, the Doctor having just given me a pep talk. Nothing to be afraid of, I told myself. I sang my heart out, Elvis at my side. Every girl in the audience looked on, with jealousy in their eyes. When the song ended, I hurried towards the Doctor's open arms. He hugged me tight, and I was sure he could hear my heart beating. "Brilliant," he told me, "You did brilliant."

Back aboard the TARDIS, we had both changed back into their regular clothes. I leaned against the console, willing my heart to slow down. I could still hear it pounding in my ears. The Doctor touched my arm, making me jump. "Shall we go home and tell your friends?" he asked me. I laughed, "They'd never believe me." "Worth a shot," he pushed a button behind me. He pointed to a lever and I pulled it. "No place like home," I called over the wheezing of the engines.

The TARDIS had materialized in my school parking lot. We both stepped out, the door creaking alarmingly loud. I turned to him, "I'll miss you." He nodded, "Same here." We hugged. "Until next time," I told him. "And there will be a next time," he promised. I didn't trust myself not to cry, so I turned and began to run towards the school building. I stopped. "Thank you," I called back. The TARDIS was already gone. I ran inside and up the stairs. I stepped, gasping into the classroom just as the bell rang. My friends stared at me. "You're never going to believe this," I told them.