Cantriiar was the most average Irphitsian in the history of Irphitsians. He had the same routine everyday and nothing special had ever happened to him.

His short green hair was messy since he just got out of bed, and his t-shirt was crumpled. He fell asleep on the couch watching Keiasri Hropte, the planet's most famous astronomer, explain something about one of the stars, but he couldn't remember. He ran a hand through his hair and licked his lips with a forked tongue. His skin was a mix of cerulean and violet, so he took that as meaning it was almost time for the younger Irphitsians to go to their class. It was just one building with all the young Irphitsians crowded in. Cantriiar got up and made his way to the bathroom. As he brushed his teeth, he heard a sudden wheezing sound coming from his food pad. His residence was put into pads. There was the bedroom pad, living pad, food pad, etc.

He cautiously made his way over. "Hello?"

A human, at least, he assumed he was a human, even though he smelled of something stronger, appeared around the corner. He wore a bow tie (he had seen it on several occasions with people), suspenders, a tweed jacket, work boots, high-waist trousers and a striped shirt. His hair was floppy-looking and he had prominent cheek bones. Cantriiar pointed his toothbrush at him. "This has a laser in it!"

The strange man laughed and poked the end of it. "It most definitely does. Isn't that brilliant? A laser in a toothbrush! What do you think, Pond, Chase and Jackson?"

There was a sound of doors closing as a flash of red appeared behind the man. "It's something!" a feminine voice called. "Now, we are on Irphits, yes, but where?"

"What does this… A-a-a-ah! No, bad fishy! I'm good, see!?" another voice suddenly exclaimed.

Cantriiar took it that the voice had found the food pad with live Enguats, sharp-toothed, cannibalistic fish. The man that Cantriiar had threatened with his toothbrush turned around before looking back at him. "Do you mind if we leave our spaceship here? She'll find somewhere else to stay if it's too much for you."

He found himself shaking his head. "No. It's not a problem."

The man smiled—"thank you"— and then left Cantriiar holding a soapy toothbrush at his side with his mouth foamy too.

"Wait!" he suddenly cried. "Who are you?"

"I'm the Doctor," the man said as he reappeared around the corner.

That wouldn't be the last time Cantriiar met the Doctor.

He was walking towards the market when he saw him again. The Doctor.

With his bow tie and floppy hair. Suspenders and work boots. He was recognizable almost immediately. Cantriiar turned away from the group, but they spotted him. Great. First they land their spaceship in his home, then they ruin his schedule. "Hey!" the Doctor called. "You! You're that Irphitsian with the toothbrush!" he paused. "You threatened me with a toothbrush!?" The Doctor ran over to him. "Also... what's your name?"

"C-Cantriiar," he introduced himself. "Now, I have a routine I strictly—"

"Routine, pru... no, um, mu... still not it. Just know that we can break your routine. Let's go!" the Doctor grabbed the Irphitsian's wrist and took off at a run. Cantriiar cursed as he felt his wrist go numb. The Doctor turned around but continued running. "Are you okay!? Did you say something?" Cantriiar shook his head and the Doctor faced front. They arrived in front of a trio consisting of a ginger woman and two bickering teenagers.

"It's pronounced Er-fits!" the girl shouted at the teenage boy.

"No! It's Erf-its!" he argued.

The ginger sighed. "Percy, Annabeth is right. It's pronounced Er-fits."

"Who's side are you on?' the boy, Percy, questioned.

"No one's," the Doctor responded as he walked towards them, leaving Cantriiar pondering whether or not to run. "now that that's over with... Amy, Percy, Annabeth, this is Cantriiar. The one that threatened me with a toothbrush."

"Toothbrush boy?" the ginger asked.

"No!" Cantriiar felt his skin go a deep shade of purple.

"Are you alright?" the girl, Annabeth, asked.

Cantriiar nodded and looked at the Doctor, who was talking to Percy. "What did you need me for?"

"Oh," the Doctor looked up, "I have a feeling you'll know something weird, strange and exciting for us to do. Normal people—I mean, Irphitsians—always see weird things but brush them off. Perception filters, am I right?" He laughed. "Just kidding. Hm, kidding doesn't suit me does it...? No, it doesn't. Right, do you have an adventure for us?"

Cantriiar hesitated. If it got them out of his hair (which was slowly turning amaranth-colored), then yes, he had one. He nodded. "I think I saw something..."

Cantriiar was walking home form the market. He had to stay late since it was around Broosnitch time, the day that Irphits was named. The market was more crowded than ever. Cantriiar had to go on an old, deserted pathway that had been long forgotten. He was sure it hadn't been used since two thousand years ago. Clearly, something had been on it, there were strange markings on the trees and odd-shaped prints in the ground. Cantriiar hadn't even known there was a pathway until he heard scraping noises and decided to check it out. He saw nothing and brushed it off, just as the Doctor had said he probably had done, but thought it could be a quicker way to get home, since the roads he normally took were probably slowed down.

As he walked, things got stranger and stranger. He started noticing things like how there were burn marks everywhere and the smell of smoke drifted in the breeze. It was funny though, he had never seen a fire on his way. Not up ahead, nor behind. Once again, he brushed it off, thinking it could have been a forest fire that came through a few hours ago. he thought he had seen one on the news...

Luckily, he made it home safely. yet after that incident, things have kept popping back up. Scorch marks, smoke, scraping. it's been everywhere he went.

Clearly, whatever he had heard was still out there.

Percy looked a bit irked while Annabeth was staring at Cantriiar quizzically. The Doctor clapped and a grin blossomed onto Amy's face. The pair shared a look and turned back to face Cantriiar.

"Map," the Doctor held out his hand.

"Now," Amy crossed her arms.

Cantriiar slid his hand into his side and Amy scrunched up her nose. "You didn't tell me they could do that," she looked at the Doctor.

"Oh, well, their skin is a bit gel-like, so they can put solid objects into their bodies. Somewhat disgusting to earthlings like you all. Not much for aliens like me," the Doctor watched as Cantriiar removed the map from his body. He handed it to the Doctor and had a tiny bit of confusion wash over him. The Doctor was definitely not human. But what did he smell of? Cantriiar pulled out a pen and circled the area that the group needed to go to.

The Doctor pulled out a strange mechanism and scanned the page. "The place is locked into here. It'll lead us," the Doctor slipped the thing back into his pocket and Cantriiar realized what he was, "thanks, Cantriiar." He nodded and turned around.

Cantriiar nodded and watched as the last of the Time Lords walked away from him.

AN: Sorry it took so long to update, it's been hectic. I like that word, it sounds... hectic. Teehee. Anyways, I'm working with Glitter Spires on, um, a story, so yeah. There'll be a bit of rough patches on this. But! Hopefully, you liked it. Next update date? Um... probably around tomorrow or later tonight. I think. Nothing too sure. Okay, enjoy life, my lovelies!