-Saphire's point of view-

"What do we do now?" I asked, unsure of what might happen next. Strangely enough, I had never been in an alien invasion before, not even one that came from my stories, so I had no clue what was to come next. Would they be back? I hadn't recorded them doing so, but then, it wasn't as if they would follow only what I wrote.

"Nothing." He said, still smiling as he looked at me.

"What?" I asked, confused. "We can't just do nothing! W-what about the people who got hurt, what about me! I can't keep writing if this is gonna happen! And-" The Doctor put a finger to my lips to prevent me from speaking any further.

"We're not going to do anything. I am. You just go home and do whatever you humans do." He said. "Doctor's orders."

I frowned in anger and annoyance. "I can't just go home after this! My stories, what if I write about a dragon or something?!" He raised an eyebrow and I just shrugged, not having another example.

"Don't."

"But, but I have to write! That's part of what I do!"

"Then come with me." He said, after a pause.

"Excuse me?" I asked, confused.

"Come with me." He repeated, now grinning once again.

I looked at him questioningly. I had just met this man. Sure, he was very kind and provided a wonderful distraction, but that was about it. It just so happened that we ran into each other again during the failed invasion. He should have been killed, based on what I knew. But he wasn't. He knew about what to do, he believed me, and I didn't know why. He seemed to know about the Cybermen that I had invented, and that kinda scared me. But I needed to know why he knew. How? Besides, he couldn't live too far away, seeing as he arrived at the site of the invasion so quickly.

"Okay." I said, the corners of my lips slowly twitching upwards into a smile. His grin got bigger after I answered. He grabbed my uninjured hand and started leading me away.

"Where are we going?" I asked, tucking my book under my arm.

"My place."

He walked me through the town, down many of the sidewalks I knew well, until we came to a tall blue police box. I studied it, puzzled. I had thought all police boxes were red. Maybe not.

The Doctor released my hand, once again reaching into his pocket for something. I rocked back onto my heels, wondering who it was that he'd call about the robots. No average policeman would believe there'd just been actual aliens in London.

He didn't reach for the phone, though. His hand emerged from his pocket with a key.

"What're you doing?" I didn't understand this at all.

He merely smiled and slid the key into the door's lock, jiggling it slightly as he unlocked the box. He retrieved the key, opening the door wide. He grinned, beckoning me to enter.

I was extremely confused as to why he would want me to go into a police box with him, but he acted as though it was important. I was very worried, but I trusted him for some reason. It was like I had known him all my life.

I cautiously stepped towards the box and then immediately gasped when I saw the inside, covering my mouth with my hands, my notebook slipping out from under my arm and falling to the floor. This was...insane! It was huge. It reminded me of Mary Poppins's bag, because it was not as small as it was supposed to be.

I slowly walked into it, staring about myself. The walls were lit up in an orange-y glow which came from everywhere, but... nowhere. The floor was a grey, but the platform it led to was transparent. In the middle of the room, there was a huge machine encased in a clear tube which ran all the way to the ceiling. A console with hundreds of buttons, levers and switches encircled it at a low level which was perfect for a standing human to reach. The rest of the room was huge. The bronze coloured ceiling went up so far I couldn't even comprehend the sheer amount of room in the seemingly tiny box.

My eyes were wide as they scanned the room, not believing anything I saw. I could easily have been convinced that I was on some heavy drugs or something.

"It's bigger on the inside." I whispered in awe.

The Doctor nodded and smiled mysteriously, striding in behind me and running up the ramp to the platform. He began flicking loads of switches and pressing countless buttons.

"This is the TARDIS. Time And Relative Dimensions In Space." He glanced over at me, and saw that I hadn't moved from my spot by the door.

"You okay?" He asked, a bit gentler than his bubbly attitude.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I nodded my head, still looking around. "It's just, this is insane!" I squealed excitedly.

"Would it help if I told you she traveled in time and space?"

I just laughed, shaking my head. "No, it wouldn't."

He continued to look at me seriously. "It's real", he stated.

"Yeah. I think..." My voice faltered. "Maybe it is. I hope so."