I'm just lying in bed, pretending to read a book, thinking about my favorite TV show, when my life changes. I hear some sort of sound, sure it is from the deepest, darkest recesses of my brain; a slight whirring. I grin, telling myself the ceiling fan sounds just like the TARDIS. I have a wild imagination that way, see, and I get really into my fandoms. Right now my fandom is this amazing old TV show that I just got into, Doctor Who. I like the NuWho, and especially, the episodes with my first and favorite, the beloved eleventh Doctor (you never forget your first Doctor). I even say sometimes that I am 'The Girl who Waited', because I got to about the point where young Amelia Pond waited for the Doctor to return 'five minutes later', and then I had to wait to get Netflix to finish the episode. I was a fan almost literally instantly, when that electrified blue TARDIS sprawled across the screen, whirling through the Time Vortex. I ran around spewing "beans are evil; bad bad beans" whenever I got the chance. It was officially, I was a Whovian now, after speeding through seasons five and six of NuWho. But tonight, my fandom was about to change.

I didn't know it yet, but I was about to meet the Doctor. The Raggedy Doctor. The Eleventh Doctor, my first Doctor. My Doctor. And we were going to change each other's lives, forever, this one night.