The bus was big and crowded. There were many people crowding it, half of them stood and half of them were sat upon the hard bus seats. A man in a tweed jacket, braces and a bow tie arrived on the bus, some turned to stare but most continued to listen to their ipods, talk on their phones or argue with someone else upon the bus. A young girl was raging at a middle-aged man who had sat in her seat when she'd dropped her batteries that she was trying to shove the wrong way round into a torch. The girl's long dark hair fell down the back of her yellow blouse.
"Gerrof her seat," the man in tweed came to stand beside the girl with the yellow blouse and skinny blue jeans. The girl turned and raised a thin eyebrow at the man who had suddenly taken up the argument in her place.
"Ach- she wis off it! She doesny own it!" The man with thinning black hair snapped and glared at the man.
"C'mon! Off. It is, if she was sat there first, you should be dead nice and-" The man froze, his nose twitched and he looked the man up and down. The older of the men grumbled something and stood up and walked as far away as he could from the girl and the odd man in the bow-tie. The girl looked up, her blue eyes were staring into the man's hazel ones. "The Doctor," The man smiled and held out a pasty hand.
"Doctor who?" The girl questioned as she took his hand warily. "Thanks, for that, by the way."
She slid into the window seat of the bus and The Doctor slipped in beside her.
"Just...the Doctor." The man replied and ran his fingers through his hair. "...Can you smell that smell?"
The girl just stared at the Doctor as if he were mad, madder than most anybody whom she'd met on the crazy buses of Edinburgh.
"What...smell?" The girl's eyebrow raised once more. "Ainsley Rose Marley's the name. Meeting stranger people on the bus is apparently a normal day-to-day thing for me though-"
The Doctor stopped her suddenly raising his finger to his lips. And shushed her;
"Who...else did you meet on the bus?" His hazel eyes were glazed with worry and he suddenly snapped his head around looking around the horrible, dirty bus. "And...great googlimoogly-"
"What?"
"It's from that T.V show...Maggie and the Ferocious Beast." The Doctor, smiled, his jawline was very square though his other features were soft and handsome. "Can you feel someone watching us?"
"Yeah- but it's a rough neighbourhood..." Ainsley stared out of the window at the dark streets were figures were moving around. "My stop, Doctor- lovely meeting you, must dash."
She stood up and squeezed past the Doctor and made her way towards the front of the bus were the old man from before stood. She looked up at him, the man's eyes were terrifying they had a vacant look in them. Suddenly Ainsley felt someone behind her and as the bus turned a sharp corner she tumbled into the person.
"Hello again, Ainsley Rose Marley!" The Doctor grinned his teeth flashed at her. "My stop too," and then under his breath so only Ainsley could hear "I think it's Mr. Wrinkles stop as well."
Ainsley looked up at him and she felt heat rise to her cheeks in embarrassment. The bus doors opened.