"14 years since the last time you saw me? So does that mean I'm not actually 14 years of age?" The Doctor shook his head.

"You were 237 years old the last time I saw you. That was two years before I put the Time Lock in place. So, you're somewhere between 251 and 253 years old, depending on when you were sent away."

"God I'm ancient."

"I'm 903 years old. I'd hardly say you're ancient. You're barely into your adolescent years."

"So, it's appropriate that I'm portraying a 14 year old girl then."

"Suppose so" he responded. "Now, Violet, there's only five minutes left in this class period. I'll let you stay here for the remainder of class and compose yourself, but I need you to promise me that you won't try to hurt yourself again. Ok?" I looked down at the ground. "Ok?" he repeated with my urgency in his voice. There was no way that I could make that promise. To never pick up another razor, compass, whatever and cut myself with it. So, I remained silent hoping he'd get tired of waiting and let the subject drop. After about ten seconds of silence, I heard The Doctor sigh. "I'm so sorry. So very sorry."

"For what?" I nervously asked.

"This" The Doctor said as he closed his eyes and placed two of his fingers on each of my temples. Suddenly, his presence entered my mind. I can honestly say that it was the strangest thing I had ever felt. A few seconds later, he removed his fingers. "I've opened a one-way connection with you. If you so much as even think about hurting yourself again, I'll know. He stood up. "Goodbye Miss Violet Loretta Smith. Have a brilliant day!" He opened the door and left, leaving me sitting there, all alone once more. I didn't know what to make of this strange encounter. I still didn't fully believe that what The Doctor had told me about me being his daughter and us being Time Lords was true.

When the bell rang, I quickly and quietly slipped out of the storage room. Standing right outside the door was none other than Mr. Roscher, the headmaster, himself.

"Skipping class, are we, Miss Smith?"

"Mr…um…Mr. Smith gave me permission, sir."

"Oh, don't worry. He's being reprimanded as well. Follow me." He began walking down the corridor with me nervously trailing behind. I followed him into a small room. He shut and locked the door behind me. This was no ordinary office. A solitary chair, with thick metal wrist and ankle restraints, sat in the middle of the room.

"Where are we? What's going on?"

"Please have a seat."

"First off, I'm not sitting in any chair that has restraints. Second, you never answered either of my questions." The headmaster took a step forward and put a hand on my shoulder.

"You can either do this voluntarily or have it done by force. Your pick. I have to warn you, though, the latter is quite painful." I pulled myself away from him and ran over to the door, undid the lock, and got out of there as fast as I could. I kept running, not bothering to look where I was going. Maybe I should have because, while rounding a corner, I collided with someone and fell to the ground. I quickly looked up.

"Doctor!"

"Grab my hand and run."