I walked into the school, hands in my pockets.

"Where's the Principal?" I asked a blonde girl that was talking to her friends.

"She's in the Principal's Office. Second story, room fourteen." She said.

"Thanks." I said. I walked up the stairs, getting stared at by several students, and went into the Principals office, looking around for something out of the usual. "I was called to come here." I said, looking at the woman sitting at the wooden desk.

"I'm the one that called you." The woman said. I noticed a few familiar things about her: blonde hair, her smile, and her eyes. When I saw the name on the desk, I ran over to her, giving her a giant hug, even though it should be impossible that she was in front of me; I didn't care. What was the name on the desk? Mrs. R. Taylor.

DW

"How is this possible?" I asked.

"How is what possible?" Rose asked.

"You never were a teacher! You shouldn't be able to talk to me. You shouldn't be able to even sit in front of me! How are you here?" I asked.

"I remember you leaving me with the clone of how you were back then. Then, I remember waking up in bed with him in this world, a whole life set out for me, even using my real name." Rose said. "I tried finding you, but it was harder than I thought."

Something wasn't adding up correctly, but I was so happy to see Rose I didn't care about details. Then I noticed what she said. "Who is 'he'?"

"Let me call him up here." Rose said, and clicked on the intercom. "Mr. Tyler, come to the Principal's Office immediately."

Moments later, a man walked through the door. He had a brown suit with blue pinstripes, cream All-Stars, and black tortoise-shell glasses.

"Every time you call me here the students giggle, like we're going to do something dirty." The tenth Doctor said, then saw me. "'Ello, I'm Doctor John S. Tyler."

I shook his hand. "I'm Doctor David Smith."

"You're nineteen. You can't be a Doctor." 'Doctor John S. Tyler' said.

"I'm one-thousand years old." I said. "Not to mention that I'm you."

After telling my (rather short) story to John.

"Brilliant." John muttered. "Where were the rest of the statues, though?"

"Rest of them?"

"All of the hippies said there were multiple statues." John said. "So, that means there were more than one."

I shrugged. "I didn't see any, so I figured they were high and seeing double-vision."

John sighed. "I can tell you're younger."

"Hey!" I shouted. "What do you mean by that?"

"You didn't search for them. You just hoped you saw them." John said.

"Never mind what I did." I said. "It's over and done with. Now, why did you call me?"

"Something odd is happening. For instance, one day we have a kid failing. Then that kid disappears and a new kid appears that gets straight A's." Rose said. "That shouldn't be possible."

I thought about it, scratching the back of my head. "That shouldn't be possible. I'll check it out."

"How?" Rose asked.

"Why, Rose, I look like a nineteen year old, and you can easily enroll me into this prestigious school named after Santa Claus. It shouldn't be hard to figure out a plan." I said.

"You'll have to wear a uniform, you know." Rose said.

I shrugged. "I wore plenty of suits during my thousand years. One instance of my lifelong suit-wearing is sitting to my right." I said, motioning to John. Rose laughed.

"Alright then." Rose said. "Thank you for helping us, David."

I shrugged. "It's what I do."

"Does that girl...Scarlet want to go to school here?" John asked.

"No. Probably not." I said. "What classes do I have to take?"

"Mine." John said.

"What do you teach?" I asked.

"Science, of course."

"...Human science?"

"Obviously."