The Doctor stared ahead, speechless. There was a girl. In his Tardis. Holding up a wrench that she looked quite willing to use as a weapon.

She looked at him expectantly. "Um, hi," she said. She didn't lower the wrench. "So, where am I?"

Girls can't keep popping up in his Tardis. There must be some sort of anti-random-girl-appearing shield that he had never known about before that was broken. He made a mental note to check on that.

He still hadn't answered her question. Maybe he had hit his head a bit too hard. Her arm was getting sore from holding up the wrench, so she tried again. "I'm Tuesday, who are you?"

Ooh, he knew this one. "Doctor! I mean, uh, I'm the Doctor."

"From the hospital?" she asked. "So what happened last night?"

He ignored the first question. "There were a few things running around. They were making a mess and I cleaned it up."

He never seemed to stop moving. He hadn't gotten up from the floor, but he never stopped gesturing. He had already straightened his bow-tie, stuck his thumbs under his suspenders, waved his hands through the air, and his eyes were as wide as the sky.

"Huh," she said. This guy was a bit odd. But that didn't explain where she was. "All I can remember is hiding in some blue shed, so how did I get here? And what is here anyways?"

A grin split his face and he bounded up off the floor. "My Tardis!" he said, his arms opened wide.

Her head tilted to the right like a puppy that heard a far-away noise. "Your Tardis," she said, "and what exactly is a Tardis?"

"Time And Relative Dimension In Space," he said with a hint of pride in his voice, "it's a ship of sorts."

So she was right, the column was an engine.

"She must have known you needed a place to go, so she let you inside," he continued.

"What do you mean, 'she knew'? It's a ship; it's not as if it's alive. And I went inside a little shed, not this huge thing!"

"Well that's just it; she looks like a police call box from the 1960's. It's how she disguises herself. And yes, she's a ship, but she is most definitely alive," he countered indignantly.

"Right, sure, uh-huh. You expect me to believe it's bigger on the inside? Not likely. And ship? What does it do, fly or something?"

"Well, yes. Through space and time," he stated plainly. He didn't understand what was so difficult to grasp about that.

Okay, this guy was a nut job for sure. It most certainly had an engine, she could see that clearly. But fly and travel through time? She needed to sit down.

She sat down.

The Doctor could see she was having a bit of a time dealing with this. "What's your name?" he asked, trying to distract her.

"Tuesday," she said with her eyes to the floor

"Tuesday! Who names their child Tuesday?"

She looked up at him, her eyes narrowed. "My parents aren't the most creative people. I was born on a Tuesday, so my name's Tuesday. Problem?"

"No! I quite like it," he reassured her.

"And you said you were the Doctor? Doctor who, exactly?"

"Just the Doctor."

"Right. Okay." There was absolutely nothing normal about this bloke. "I'm in a nightgown," she realized out loud. "How do you explain that one, Doctor?"

"Sorry!" he said, cringing, "that was the TARDIS." Her eyes narrowed even further.

"Is there something I can change in to?" she asked.

"There's a closet just down the hall to the left."

She left the room, her head still buzzing.