Here is an old fanfic I wrote many many years ago. It was orginally to part of a side-series that I had dreamed up, although if I might revisit it someday. With the 50th Anniversary of Doctor Who upon us it seems to be a good time to put it up.
Cardiff: 1875
As the train sped through the countryside, fast approaching the station from which I would reach my appointment, I found my thoughts interrupted suddenly by the door to my compartment opening and a man who looked to be in his late fifties entering and sitting down on the seat in front of me. His appearance was very striking: a large hat, a long black cloak, a cane clutched in his hand and a bushy handlebar moustache. He also wore a small pair of spectacles, behind which were two intensely blue eyes. Catching my gaze, he smiled and held out his hand. 'Good afternoon. My name is Arthur Syntan, and I hope that I am not disturbing you.'
'I'm sorry to say it, but you are.' I replied, ignoring the hand of friendship that was being offered to me. 'This is a reserved compartment, and I hope you have a good reason to intrude on me here, or I shall have the conductor remove you.'
The man leaned forward, speaking quietly. 'I have reason to believe, Mr. Hangly, that you are about to meet someone. Someone who says that they can help you in your business.'
This momentarily caught me off guard. Having a complete stranger enter a reserved area and asking you about something only you can know can be unsettling. But it was true, I worked within the famous building company Jonn Corp., and it was my job to seek work for the company.
I had been sitting in my office, going through the post, when a letter caught my eye. It wasn't special at first on closer examination the handwriting was found to be like that of a child, but I knew that no child would be writing to a building company so I read it. It was from a Mr. John Hughes. The writing, which as I continued got no better, was blocky, as if someone was writing with the hand not normally used for writing. I shall not go into details, as there were some atrocious spelling mistakes as well. It basically informed me of would be a valuable site that he wished to have renovated. It had once been an undertaker's, but had been destroyed in a gas explosion. He had bought the property in the hope of starting an unspecified business there, and so I had set off to meet him today.
I recovered from my astonishment quickly. 'So what if I am? Who are you to intrude on my business there?'
Mr. Syntan leaned backwards, surveying me over the top of his glasses with the look of someone who knew everything. 'There are many things associated with the person you are about to see. Ask yourself this: How did he know about your Jonn Corp? How did he even know who you are personally? And why was his writing so peculiar?' Abruptly he stood up. 'I am afraid I must leave you now, Mr. Hangly, but I feel that it is more than certain that we shall meet again.' He doffed his hat to me, then left, shutting the door behind him, and leaving me reeling in horror at the amount of information he knew.