The feeling of warmth consumed me, and I had to blink not once or twice, but three times before I could register where I truly was.

"I'll have..what is that? Pumpkin spice whiskey? That sounds amazing.." Captain Jack was arguing with the Doctor over what to order.

"It's the middle of the day. I hardly doubt the Pridemore lass can drink yet, she looks to be barely eighteen."

"Fine! Fine, fine. I'll take that egg nog. One for me, and one for her, over there." He nodded to me, and as I gathered where I was, I was suddenly filled with joy. The Sedalia Grille & Bar. Where the overwhelming scent of oak and scotch would almost burn your nostrils. It's hard to believe the restaurant was kid friendly.

"I'll have a water" The Doctor graciously grabbed the tumbler of water. "Sir, are you sure this isn't vodka?"

"Come on. Vodka means water in Russian, I'm pretty sure. Same difference." The Captain shot a sly grin before returning to me. "Thanks, sir. G'day to you." He nodded at Jimmy, my favorite bartender.

"How did you find this place? It's the last area I'd ever expect you to be in, and I've only just met you."

I sipped out of my egg nog, and snuggled into the big sofa that I perched upon.

"Well, you see, something happened. Jack and I had to carry you, we got tired and thirsty so we stopped here. Can we not be tourists while in the lovely Mile High state?" The Doctor said with a tone that was the must smug I've heard out of him.

'WHAT happened?" I urged, becoming frustrated with the duo. "Why are you here? What is so special about me that you have to by me egg nog?

"...well, how about this for starters?" Captain Jack Harkness- see, I was never sure whether to call him Jack, Captain Jack, or Jack Harkness or CAPTAIN Harkness- held up a newspaper of the Denver Post that he had been skimming earlier at the bar.

"Well, what about it?" I skimmed the news of a little girl saving her goat from a fire, and apparently the goat was blind. Oh no wait, the girl was blind and the goat saved her. Okay. Well, is that why they're here?

"One hundred-ninety two deaths in a month." He stabbed the front page with emphasis. Oh yeah. That.

"When does that happen? When does that happen so that they're all dying under the same circumstance? Severe puncture wounds to the head and or extremities. Mangled corpse. Mostly happening at night."

"Not very often does it happen, I'll reckon." The doctor chimed in, seemingly enjoying his suspicious water/possibly vodka hybrid.

"Okay. So you came to investigate deaths? You're..FBI? Something like that. Well, what do I have to do with it? The whole necklace thing." I reached down to touch my necklace but lost a beat when I realized it was gone.

"Where the hell is it?" I panicked a bit.

"Oh, well, that's the hardest part to explain. But it makes more sense with the..oh, how do you say? Open minded." The Doctor nodded, and his outlook was surprisingly more expressive and elated.

"Just spit it out 'Doc'." I was to the point of leaving and finding my car.

"You're like me. A Time Lord. I can show you, look in the mirror." I did as he directed me to " See? You're not different, but you are more present. You're more aware of everything in the world."

I lost his words at 'look in the mirror'. My red hair was not flaming like fire but it didn't flicker like a candle. It was just glowing. My eyes, now a black, obsidian color were knowing and watching. My mouth twitched up in a friendly yet intimidating smile. When you look at me, I'm not different, like he said. But I'm..changed. I feel it. In my whole being. Like I'm different.

"What is this? Time Lord? What's happening to me?" I was nervous, and my blood pumping to my heart a mile a minute. Wait. Wait. WAIT WAIT WAIT.

"I HAVE TWO HEARTS!" I whisper screamed at the Doctor.

"Calm down. That's natural. You understand that necklace you were carrying is a Fob Watch? A Fob Watch carried the DNA of a Time Lord. That is yours." He held mine up, it sat delicately in his palm.

"This is mine." He set his intricately carved watch on his palm. They were identical.

"Okay, okay, so what does it mean? I get free parking at Ikea or something?" I was breathing heavily.

"No. You control Time and Space. Like me. I thought I was the last one, but I'm not."

"What about him? The captain?" I pointed towards him. "Is he just okay with this nonsense"

"Yes, in fact, I promote it" He winked.

"Does this make me..an alien?" I gasped.

"Better than the ones killing all your Coloradoan neighbors." Jack mumbled.

"Now, we cleared that up.." The Doctor smiled "who's ready to hunt some Weevils?

The Doctor and Jack proceed out the door even though I protest relentlessly. Aren't they going to tell me how to be this so called 'time lord'?