I wanted to give you a little background on Makayla before starting the story.
Prologue
My name is Makayla Anderson. I'm twenty-two years old and a college student. I have dirty blonde hair, green eyes and am 5'2" tall. Before I met the Doctor, my life was rather boring. I lived with my parents and my brother, went to school and my job as a lifeguard on the beach. Don't get me wrong, I liked my job, but eventually, it all started to become routine. I've always been more of an adventurous spirit, which sometimes got me in trouble. I remember when I went on my own to a friend's house without telling anyone. My parents were so worried about me. I can still hear the worry in their voices when they came to get me. Eventually, adventure became one of the forefronts of my thoughts. I couldn't wait to finish college so that I could really get out in the world. Ever since eighth grade, I had it in my mind that when I finished college, I could finally find the adventure I was looking for. I also wanted to find a job that would pay more. My family had been paying for a lot of my education and other expenses, but I wanted to show them that I could be responsible. They told me not to worry about it and that I should focus on my schoolwork. I became so focused on schoolwork that my social life became somewhat minimal. Sure I would go to the beach with my friends once in awhile, but other than that, I could usually be found in my dorm room working o schoolwork so I could graduate as quickly as possible. Adventure was calling me and I wanted to be able to answer that call as quickly as possible.
When the Doctor came, all of that changed. He took me to see the world and worlds and times beyond what I could ever imagine. I must admit that I first I was nervous about traveling through time and space. They never tell you what to expect on your first trip. Now I finally have the adventurous life that I longed for. With the Doctor, there are two constants: danger and travel. I've met too many alien species to even begin to name them all. I've been shot at, captured and almost killed on numerous occasions. But all of this is part of being with the Doctor. He's an amazing man. There's more to him than meets the eye. He's compassionate, but determined. He wants to save as many people as possible, but knows that sometimes isn't possible. "Fixed points" sometimes prevent him from saving people, and I can tell just how much this tears him up inside. To see his face when he talks of Gallifrey or how he wishes he could save everyone is to see the love and pain of a man who has seen more than anyone should ever see. To hear him talk of his previous companions or the Time War is the hear the voice of a man who has lost so much…much more than anyone I've ever known or that anyone ever should. As much as I wish I could alleviate the pain and the loss for him, I know there's nothing I can do.
The Doctor tells me that I'm his first American companion. He usually spends most of his time (when he's on Earth) in London. That's where he met all of his companions. To be honest, I'm not sure why fate (and the TARDIS) chose to bring him to America and allowed us to meet. I'm beyond convinced, though, that if it hadn't been for that fateful day in May when I was twenty, we never would've met. I know one thing for sure. These past two years have been some of the most thrilling and yet terrifying years of my entire life, but I wouldn't trade them for anything.