"Oh my God, I'm not imagining that." I sit up hurriedly in bed, more sure than ever that I am hearing the TARDIS Then there's silence and I groan. What an idiot. My sister is probably just watching the Christmas special or something in the...closet? What the heck? I laugh, deciding to play a trick on her, and go over to peek into the closet to be sure it's her first. Nothing. It's way too dark to see. I decide if it's not her, it's just some malfunctioning electronic, so I throw open the closet door and yell "BOO!"

My heart stops beating when I see a pale, long face in front of my own, so close we're practically kissing. It has a bunch of dark hair funnily arranged at the top, soulful eyes, and a surprised look that makes its lips look humorous. I am very obviously looking at a person here, a very familiar person...

"Oh..." I sigh, my fear giving way to excitement, as my heart pounds adrenaline through my veins, waking me up. For a moment neither of us moves, I'm just standing there, hands to my sides, staring into his face, and he just stares back, brow furrowed, studying me. He glances over his shoulder then turns back to see me still staring. His eyes, I never though I'd see his eyes.

"Sorry for the mess." he says, looking suddenly sheepish. I grin; his voice, just how I imagined it.

Then, for the first time since I saw him, my brain begins to take in a little more than those wonderful eyes, and I realize that the TARDIS is parked in the much-too-small closet, and has made quite a mess of things. But I hardly notice the mess, because all I can thinks is "Oh, duh, that's how he got here."

I look back, still standing so close that every time he talks, I can feel his breath. "Um...I'm the doctor. Nice to meet you." He tries to hold out a hand, which is awkward at our severe angle, and I numbly reach out to shake it.

The Doctor. I just shook the Doctor's hand. I touched the Doctor!

My face splits into a grin, and he smiles back, seemingly genuinely happy that I've come out of my stupor. "Well then, and what would your name be?"

"N-Nicole." I stutter. And...you're...you're the Doctor! The eleventh Doctor! Oh my gosh, are you really here?"

He grins. "Pleasure to know your name. Yes. I'm the Doctor. You've hear of me, then?"

"Oh, yes! Yes! I watched all of the season five and six episodes! You're amazing!" I try to stop myself from sounding entirely like a fangurl, but what better description of me is there, especially with The Doctor in my bedroom closet! I swallow hard, forcing mysef to shut up. I do not want to scare him off with my craziness, like I do some people. He seems like he's trying to figure out what I'm talking about so I just smile and, grabbing his hand warmly, explain "I've seen plenty of you."

Still smiling, he gives the wrecked TARDIS another glance, then says "Mind if we step someone where comfortable so I can explain?"

I laugh. I couldn't care less about my closet right now. I start out of the closet, and he lets me lead him by the hand.