I am Rhea Miller. I live in England under the good King Charles. My father owns a farm and my mother keeps house. I have two brothers, Thomas and James. James is 15 and is so annoying! Thomas is 6. I look after him a lot so you could say we're pretty close. Neither of my brothers is educated but are being groomed to take over the farm. Me? I'm being trained to be a wife. To keep house, to cook, to clean. And I am happy with my lot in life. We are not rich but we have good friends, people we can rely on. We have a sturdy farm and family to run it. Why should I want more? Why should anyone want more?
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The doctor slowly opened the door, not knowing what to expect. He'd closed his eyes and randomly selected where he was going. Now it seemed like he'd landed in fields. Lots of fields. He put on his battered jacket and stepped outside.
He started to walk not really caring where he went, just exploring this strange place. Then stopped as a young girl ran in front of him, almost tripping over her long skirts. He looked startled, as though this was not what he expected.
"Excuse me," he called. The girl turned around in surprise and promptly fell over.
She couldn't have been more than twelve, with brown eyes. Her hair was brown too. He could see strands of it poking out from underneath her white, linen cap.
"Actually it's more of a bonnet," the doctor mused.
"Pardon?" the girl asked, frowning in confusment.
"Nothing," he said quickly, "Could you tell me where I am?"
"Bloody Northerners," she muttered, "Think they can roam the country then get lost half a mile from a signpost."
"What's wrong with being from the north?" the doctor asked indignantly. She didn't answer but said, "You're near Walsall. It's that way 5 miles." She pointed to her left. She started to move off.
"Girl!" he said loudly, "What's your name?" She turned and flashed a quick smile. "Rhea. Rhea Miller."
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That was my first meeting with the doctor. That was when I was young, ten to be precise. Then I didn't know who or what he was. I ran on hurrying home, and when I next passed the place he was gone. I presumed to Walsall or beyond.
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The doctor was back inside the TARDIS "So where was I?" he muttered, absentmindedly fiddling with the sonic screwdriver. It fell to the floor with a loud clatter as his face turned pale.
"The poor kid." The Doctor resisted the urge to go back and warn her. Warn her of the war to come. He left the control room, heading towards his room, leaving the flashing numbers and words up.
1641, England.
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M'rika: Hello! Yes, it wasn't as short as the prologue but a lot shorter than it could have been. S'rianna told me to make it a lot longer. I made it a bit longer. The chapters should start to get longer, the longer he spends time with her. If you know your English history then you'd probably tell me that I've got a wrong date for anything to happen soon. Well, thanks Ask Jeeves because I couldn't remember. Now go review. Good people. ;) P.S If it's in italics it's Rhea's point of view at the time of what happened. If it's in normal then it's either me or Rhea narrating.
Late Disclaimer: I don't own Dr Who. If I did then I'd work at the BBC. (Duh!)