A strange teenage girl sat by her bedroom window, watching the rain fall onto the pavement bellow. All of London was pretty much miserable because of the rain and the gloomy sky. The girl wasn't thinking about the weather, no, she was thinking about the big red telephone box that was located on Magnolia Street. She was always having dreams about the red box and a war, but she didn't know if it was just a dream or if it was real. The girl let out a sigh, and looked over at the watch that was sitting on her desk.
She couldn't help but think that it was important, but every time she picked it up, the watch felt unimportant. The girl let out another sigh and looked back outside, watching the rain slide down her window. Who was she? Was she a regular teenage girl, or was she someone else? Was she even human? The girl honestly couldn't take much more of this. She had to know who she really was.
The girl stood up and walked over to her desk and snatched up the watch. Without thinking, she opened the watch and soon everything that she was and all of her memories returned to her. She wasn't a human, and her name wasn't Grace. This girl was known as The Chancellor.