When I was a little girl,
A lonely young girl sits in the swing, staring at the abandoned playground. The place is not well cared for, there is grass growing through the slide and moss on the roundabout. The climbing frame has become a dwelling place for climbers, the plant kind rather than the human kind.
There are other children her age, but none of them want to talk to the girl. They think she is weird, strange, different. They don't like her mother, because she yells at them for kicking their soccer balls too high in the park. They don't like her.
Anna sighs and gets ready to go home. She is getting off the swing when there is a strange noise from behind her. She spins around to see a large blue box standing in the middle of the park as if it has always been there. But she knows for certain that it wasn't there five minutes ago.
She walks slowly, hesitantly, up to the box. It looks like a phone booth, the ones her mother won't let her go in for fear of strangers' germs entering her system (whatever that means).
While Anna watches, a man stumbles out of the box and coughs. He is wearing a suit and bowtie, and looks confused. He looks up and sees Anna staring at him, and he smiles and gives her a little wave, still looking confused.
Anna walks over to the man and stares at him. She slowly reaches up and touches his bowtie, to see if it is real. It is. She then reaches up to his face, poking his pointy chin. It is also real. He smiles at her, and she frowns at him.
"Who are you?"
"I'm the Doctor."
"Doctor Who?"