Author's Note: I would like to thank my friend, Amy, for inspiring to continue writing all of my fanfictions. All of them. Thanks.

Still in my stage shoes, I rushed through backstage. Several people tried to congratulate me or make some sort of comment, but I blew right past them. One stage hand got in front of me, and I blew him off making a halfhearted comment about needing a bathroom.

I slammed into the door that lead up to the catwalk. Behind me, the stagehand said "That's not where the bathroom is". The stairs were hard to climb, as it was in total darkness. When I reached the top, the catwalk was all too eerie. The only night came from below, and only weak rays.

There he was. He was leaning over the railing, looking out over the stage. My breath stopped. There was no doubt about it. All I could see was the outline of his face, a bit of the light gleaming in his eyes.

Many times, I came up with theories and plans for when I met him. I would charge forward. I would grab him. I would stare him straight in the eye and demand answers. I would ask him questions to at least try to understand.

But I couldn't. I could hardly take a step toward him. My breath wouldn't even come. I took a shaky breath and tried to walk, getting only one step closer.

He jumped out of his skin and whipped around to face me. I saw a moment of panic on his face, but it changed to calm within a second. It was hard to see any expression on him.

There was a bright flash and a sharp wind. Then, he was gone.

I stood there in a stunned, angry silence. No. I could not get this close only to have him literally vanish into thin air. This was so much worse than any other time I had seen him. This time I had hope.

"Tosh?" a voice said behind me.

I swallowed my anger to the best of my ability and turned around. "Yeah?"

"Are you okay?" It was my "husband". I had known him for years, but this was the first time we were in a play together. It was no mystery that he had a crush on me.

"Mmhm." I gave a weak smile before I remembered that it was too dark. "I just thought I saw something up here."

"What did you think you saw?"

"Just something of mine." I waved my hand dismissively. "The way the light was got me a bit confused."

"Oh."

We stood there in an awkward silence. It was quite painful actually. I knew if I stayed, he might try to start up a conversation. God that would be awkward. Couldn't he just let a girl stew in her own bitter anger and disappointment?

"Well, I gotta go."

"Where?"

"Home. My neighbor needs my help with something."

I brushed past him and hurried down the stairs. The stagehand I hurried by earlier gave me a concerned look, but I gave him a pleasant smile. There was no time to waste. I really did have to get home.

I sat at my computer. My face was freshly freed from the makeup, feeling the cool air. I typed away as fast as I could.

It should be stated that I wasn't the only one who had a thing with this enigmatic face. None of us knew his name. We just knew him as the Doctor. Why we knew him that way, I wasn't quite sure.

I tried to remember every detail I could of the night. Every single detail. There might have been a clue in it. I typed ceaselessly until the entire tale was told. I sent the email out and began the wait for replies. While I was at it, I printed out a copy of the email before there were any replies.

I picked up my special Doctor binder. The three rings were stacked to the top with pictures and stories. Images peppered the words, sometimes drawings, other times print outs. A few were maps that were marked up.

I added the newly printed page to the back. It was almost hard to fit it in. Maybe it was time to get a second binder.

My computer made the noise that indicated an email. Time to theorize.

Author's Note: Here is the continuation! Hopefully this story will continue on! If you review then I will feel motivated to continue! I promise the story will pick up in a short bit.