You stare at the girl, thoroughly confused by the way she seems to know you. She stares back, a wide smile spread across her face.
"Who are you?" you ask.
"I know who you are," she replies, her grin growing larger at your frustration.
You stare at her some more, taking in the ginger hair and the pink rain boots that seem at least a size too large for her. She just looks up at you innocently with her big eyes.
"Who are you?" you ask again. You cross your fingers behind your back, hoping with all your might that she'll tell you this time.
"You know me, and I know you. It's been more than five minutes though." The girl pouts and starts to turn away as she says this, pausing only to wave goodbye at you. She skips off away from you. "You looked better with the rags!" she calls out from over her shoulder. You can faintly hear her giggles as she goes away.
Blinking away the confusion, you turn back to the Tardis.
Rags?
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