After Doomsday, and the Runaway Bride, but before Smith and Jones. Unfortunately, even after many discussions and failed negotiations with the BBC, I still don't own Doctor who. But I do own Lucy Baxter! I'm afraid this chapter doesn't go anywhere, it's kind of like the Doctor's POV in this chapter... just figuring out that he's landed somewhere new, and something strange might be going on. Hopefully more will happen in the next chapter, but until then, R&R? :) ::

As the TARDIS materialised into the middle of London, 21st century, the Doctor found himself wondering why he'd chosen these co-ordinates in the first place. Nothing in London for him now, well not in this time, not since...

'Stop it.' He thought to himself and strode up to the TARDIS doors, opening them to an ordinary street somewhere close to London. It was odd, the Doctor not knowing excactly where he was. And when. All he could think of was: Earth, 21st century, some street somewhere.' Which was a bit rubbish, considering he was a very clever, and apperently a very big headed, Time Lord.

He remembered why he was there now. Asked by an old friend to check out the co-ordinates as this time and place was giving off 'some strange energy patterns and stuff'. He was a bit dim, as the Doctor recalled...an ex-time agent, but... the Doctor was bored. Bored and Lonely, and to be honest had given himself ear-ache. Talking to himself.

So, pulling out his 'timey-wimey detector', he began walking up and down the street, looking for any suspicious activity. To be honest, he must've looked a bit silly because he saw a young girl looking at him from her bedroom window. When he saw her dissapearing from view, he continued with his investigation. But a few minutes later the girl re-appeared, walking out of her front door and looking strangely at him.

"Hello." He said to her, as she positioned herself next to him, narrowing her eyes. " Oh, hi." She seemed dis-interested in him, more focused on the contraption he had in his hand. "Sorry, do I know you?" "Oh, Um, well... no not really. But... I thought I recognised you from somewhere. Guess I was wrong." She said shrugging. "What's your name..?" "Miranda, Miranda Brendon." She replied with a smile. "Well then, Miranda Brendon, how do you know me?"

After Miranda Invited the Doctor inside, offered him a cup of tea and some Jelly Babies (the Doctor saying "Yes Please," to all invites) they began to talk, just chat, about general things: Miranda's favourite telly programs, who she wanted to win the xfactor, until the Doctor thought it was the right time to ask her how she knew of him.

"I'm sorry, I really don't know. I don't even know your name! Doctor - what did you say again? I just thought I knew you from somewhere. Whats that thing anyway? Are you looking for something?"

"Just the Doctor, and blimey you ask alot of questions don't you! Well... Long story short, this is my timey-wimey detector, goes ding when there's stuff, and I'm looking for anything strange. Call it my 'investigation'." "So, are you like police or something? I saw you getting out of that old policebox. Thought I recognised that too... I don't know."

"Nope, not police. I'm just, wellll.. I travel. I'm a traveler. No one special. But I really have to go, see... if there is something strange going on 'round here, then I might have to stop it." He said, Standing up and putting his mug on the coffee table. "Will I see you again?" Miranda said, as the Doctor pulled on his coat and started to head out of the door.

"Maybe, I hope so. Nice talking to you, Miranda Brendon." And with a smile and a cheeky wink, he was gone.

Different possibilities ran through the Doctor's head, none of them seemed to make sense:

She'd hacked into the UNIT database and found his files. A thirteen year old school girl? Maybe not. A family member might have known him? Told her storie's of the mad man with a magic blue box? Nope, she was brilliant,
she would've remembered.

Still pondering, the Doctor walked on, timey-wimey detector in hand.