Disclaimer: I don't own anything. But I do own…wait. You're right. I really don't own anything. All I have is this box to my name and it doesn't even have a TV!

"Doctor," urgently whispered Donna, the grate of the floor pressing into her face.

The Time Lord looked back and put a finger to his lips, silencing her. Then he licked his palms and tried to flatten his hair. After that he pulled off his tie and jacket, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

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Suddenly the door opened. Rachel and the boy jumped away as man appeared, blocking the inside of the Police Box with his body.

"Hello, can I help you?" greeted the man cheerily.

The man looked strangely like the Doctor, except for the fact that he had flat hair and no tie and suit jacket. Rachel and the boy stood back, eyes wide with shock.

"Ar-are you t-the Doctor?" questioned Rachel.

"What? No, don't be daft. It's a TV show," answered the man.

"But-but…what about…that?" asked the boy pointing at the blue wooden box that the man just stepped out of.

"Oh, about that…you see it's just a prop. Yeah, just a prop," spoke the man.

"But we looked through the window…we saw the inside of the TARDIS an-and Donna Noble. Right Nicholas?" said Rachel looking at the boy, Nicholas for support.

Nicholas nodded and the man laughed.

"The TARDIS? Donna Noble? From the TV show? You've got to be kidding me right? This is just a normal wooden box," stated the man.

"But-but," stuttered Rachel desperately looking for something to proof what she saw. "Then why were you in there? You, a man that looks very similar if not identical to David Tennant, the guy who plays the tenth Doctor?"

"I was cleaning the inside for a play that takes place in the 60s. And for your information," said the man stepping out of the Police Box and closing the door behind him. "I'm not David Tennant. I just happen to look similar."

"B-but…y-you're…no wait…you're right. You can't be him. I must be daft for thinking so…It's impossible…Come on, Rachel, let's stop wasting our time and go," responded Nicholas, starting to walk off.

"No, no…" muttered Rachel shaking her head and refusing to move. "You're lying! You're the Doctor and that's the TARDIS!"

"Come on, Rachel! It's just some random dude with a Police Box. It may be a weird coincidence but it's not the Doctor," urged Nicholas, turning back.

"Nicholas! Don't you see! What are the odds that a guy that looks eerily like the Doctor comes out of a Police Box, which in the show is what the Doctor's TARDIS is disguised as? Open your eyes! This is the Doctor!" exclaimed Rachel.

"Rachel, god cool it. I know you're a big fan of Doctor Who, but that don't mean you have to believe that this dude is the Doctor. That's insane."

"But Nicholas, I told you that the Doctor's real in another universe. And this is him!"

"No, it's not!"

"Yes, it is!"

"No-"

"Oy! Both of yah! Shut up!" exclaimed the man.

The two teenagers spun back towards him, their anger at each other radiating off them.

"You," began the man pointing at Rachel. "I'm not the Doctor and this is not the TARDIS. And you," he continued pointing at Nicholas. "Is that any way to treat a lady? Now both of yah," he said turning to both of them. "Get out of here. This is no place for you. It's a beautiful spring day. Go to a park or something. Just go enjoy the day. And stop obsessing about a TV show."

"I'm not obsessing! She is!" retorted Nicholas, pointing at Rachel.

"Hey! I-"

"Stop, will yah! Now go enjoy the day. It was nice meeting the both of you," said the man, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Come on, Rachel. He's right. Let's go," spoke Nicholas taking a deep breath and cooling down his temper.

"But-" piped Rachel.

"Enough already. Let's just go."

Rachel scowled but nodded, the disappointment clear on her face. She'd given up. And with that, both of the teenagers headed out of the alleyway.

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Shock took hold of Donna as she watched the Doctor open the door of the TARDIS. What was he doing? she thought. The kids were going to recognize him even without his tie and jacket and flat hair. Had he gone absolutely bonkers?

But she shook away her thoughts as she tried to listen as the Doctor attempted to reason with the two kids, struggling to make them think that whatever they saw in the TARDIS was a figment of their imagination. After a few sentences back and forth, the Doctor stepped out and closed the door behind him.

Donna listened a little longer, trying to find out if it was okay to stand up again. A wire was painfully poking into her side and she eagerly wanted to get up. After a few more seconds, she decided that it was now safe to rise off the floor. As she began to lift herself up, she heard one of the teens yell and she froze, heart pounding in her ears. But the yelling died down and by the time she was once again on her feet, the Doctor came back into the TARDIS.

"They're gone. It was only a couple of teenagers. But next time it could be somebody else. We need to get out of here. Now," said the Doctor, putting his jacket and tie back on.

"But…But Doctor-"

"Donna don't. We're getting out of here. Period. The end," spoke the Doctor, cutting off Donna.

"But, Doctor. You said that it would take 8 hours for that thing to charge and after that we can leave. But it hasn't been 8 hours," retorted Donna.

She knew it was no use arguing with him about finding out more about the show, but she knew that he couldn't change the facts. They couldn't leave. Not now, the TARDIS couldn't.

"I'll figure something out. We just have to leave. Who knows who else might see the TARDIS and come to investigate? Thank God it was only two teenagers…" replied the Doctor, moving over to the control panel.

There was some fiddling with wires, the alien sound of the sonic screwdriver, and finally ending with the Doctor hitting the control panel. He couldn't get it started, unless that one thing was charged. Donna wanted to say, 'I told you so', but she didn't have the heart. The Doctor looked tired and frustrated as he leaned against the control panel, breath uneven. There was a hint of desperation in his eyes, desperation to get away from not only this universe but his past, which thanks to this Doctor Who TV show, was rushing back to him.

"Don't worry Doctor. Only a few more hours and we'll be out of here," comforted Donna.

"Yeah…" muttered the Doctor stepping away from the control panel, turning away from Donna while rubbing his eyes and running a hand through his hair, returning it back to its usual messy self.

"So…what are we going to do now?" asked Donna, changing the subject.

"Well…," began the Doctor, spinning back to Donna, voice light again. "There is this one game…"

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"What do think you're doing, Rachel?" questioned Nicholas, catching up to his friend.

Rachel had returned to the alleyway, and now was squatting behind a garbage can, staring at the blue Police Box.

"I'm not convinced. That man is the Doctor, and that is the TARDIS. Now get down before they see you," whispered Rachel.

"You're bonkers. Plain bonkers," commented Nicholas, following Rachel's orders and sitting down next to her.

"Then, why are you still here? You're as curious as I am, aren't you?"

"What? No. I just don't want you to get in any crazy situations. I know how you can be."

And with that said, they both sat there in silence with the smell of garbage wafting into their noses, as they stared at that mysterious blue box.