***AUTHOR"S NOTE***

I do not own Dr. Who. I do think it is the best show in the world. This is only my second fanfic so please go easy on me.

The door opened with a hiss and a lot of steam. The pretty redhead in purple and the handsome man with the spiky hair froze. And I realized, I knew him. "Stay in the moment, River," hissed Anita. Alright. Focused. But one last thing. I walked up to the man. He was so handsome, so perfect. Different, but perfect. Spiky hair, leather jacket, and those adorable nerd glasses. I lit my visor. "Hello, sweetie." He recoiled. "Do I know you?" "Of course you do. But not yet." He looked confused. I realized my mistake and stepped back. He stepped onto a podium and said, "Everyone! Listen up. Stay in the light. Not even a finger in the shadows. Someone have a chicken leg?" Anita, puzzled, handed one to him. He tossed it into the darkest shadow. Instantly, there was a sucking noise and there was only a bone. I looked at my companions. The Doctor screamed, "VASHEDE NERADA!"