I stopped mid-step, just a foot away from the door. The only people who would come knocking at my door this early in the morning would be my neighbors, probably to complain about the noise of the shower or TV this early in the morning. Being yelled at by neighbors probably was not the best way to start off a "relaxing" day, so I decided not to answer it.
I started to turn around when I heard from the other side of the door, "Please! Let us in! This is an emergency!" in a Scottish accent.
Shocked and worried, I turned back around and unlocked the door. I saw a flash of red hair fly past me followed by two men as they pushed me roughly aside and slammed the door shut.
Standing against the wall, I observed the two young men and one young women who now stood in the entry way of my apartment. The girl had ginger hair and was wearing a mini skirt with a red sweater. The first young man had a plaid shirt on with a vest, and the second a tweed jacket and bow tie.
The red head crouched, panting, hands on her knees, and panted, "Did they see us come in here?"
The man with the bow tie crouched down and put his ear against the door. I could faintly hear the sound of something outside moving past my door and continue going to the end of the hall.
"We're good!" He said, standing up and walking into my living room. "Do you happen to have anything to eat? Just no apples."
The look on my face must have been amusing, because the ginger haired girl started laughing at me. "I'm Amy, and this is my husband, Rory." She said, beckoning toward the young man in the plaid shirt.
"Wha-..Why.." I started, unsure of what to ask, as Amy and Rory left and entered my living room along with the man who had the bow tie on, who was waving something with a green light at my TV.
I had a million different questions, but for some reason, the only one that came out was, "And who are you?" I asked, directing it towards the man with the bow tie.
"I'm The Doctor." He replied simply, now walking into my kitchen.
"Doctor wh-" I started to ask, but Rory cut me off.
"Just The Doctor." He said. "Sorry about intruding, I don't think we'll be here long."
"You guys aren't drug dealers, are you?" I asked, as The Doctor walked back into the living room with an apple in his hand.
"No, no!" He assured, taking a bite of the apple. "We won't be here for long, that Dalek that's looking for us only has about 30 minutes left of cardioaspetaory-emicle energy in him after I somewhat drained his sources." He paused, thinking. "We should probably stay here though, just to be on the safe side. Then, Amy, I promise we can go see Huroph, the planet made of emeralds and agate."
I just stared at him. What he said sounded exactly like the planet I had dreamed about a few nights ago.
"What are you-" I was about to ask, but I was once again cut off by Amy this time who was sitting on my couch flipping through a magazine while Rory sat by her.
"I though you hated apples." Amy said, glancing at The Doctor and then back at the magazine.
The Doctor held the apple out and observed it, turning it around in his hand. "I like green apples." He said, taking another bite.
"Is anyone going to explain to me what's going on?" I asked, getting a little frustrated.
Rory looked at me apologetically. "Sorry. We're time travelers, er, time and space that is." I stared at him, and he started to explain more. "We travel with The Doctor in a TARDIS-"
"Time and Relative Dimension in Space." I blurted out loud, causing The Doctor to look up at me.
"How did you know that?" He said curiously, taking out the green flashlight-looking thing and waving it at me.
"I've dreamed about it." I replied, staring at him. "But it's not real."
He studied me, and his eyes narrowed slightly in suspicion. "You haven't been abducted recently? Or have had your memory erased, or own a fob watch?"