The girl slowly resurfaced to consciousness, and was warmly greeted by the sensation of a sharp edge jabbing her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open, and her brows furrowed as she saw a long broomstick jutting out from the, uh, TARDIS, prodding her face. Once the girl was fully conscious and aware, her eyes doubled in size and she immediately scooted back against the wall. The broom taken back, the end brought back in was a forceful tug; the broom was replaced with the face of a man peeking out. "Hello? Are you all right? It seems that I have startled you, which was completely unintentional, by the way. But then again, being greeted by a strange man inside a small object can tend to make people a bit jumpy I suppose."

The girl rubbed her eyes, to make sure they were not deceiving her. Nope. He was still there. "This is impossible," the girl whispered. "You-you can't be here! You're not even real!" The doctor raised one eyebrow, stepped back, and pinched his cheeks. "Nope. I'm a real person. At least I was the last time I checked."

"N-no you're not, you're just a character on a TV show played by an actor."

"Ooh! I have my own show?"

"Well, yeah," the girl scooted on her knees closer to the nightstand, "it's sort of a big thing here. I myself am a huge fan."

"What's the title?"

"Doctor Who."

"Doctor Who? Ooh, I get it! Clever! I like it," he grinned. The girl giggled, 'was this actually happening?' she thought to herself.

"Wait, how do you not know about your own TV show?" the girl questioned.

"Well, time travel between universes is nearly impossible, and there are infinite out there, but I guess I got lucky finding this – "

"Hold on, different universes? How are you even here? Is this like Rose Tyler at Bad Wolf Bay?" The mention of Rose brought a pensive expression over the doctor's face.

"No, this is a bit different, you see. There I was a projection, I wasn't physically there, but I am actually here, see?" He then stuck his hand outside the TARDIS lunchbox and flexed his fingers around. The girl hesitantly reached out her hand to make contact with his. She touched the fingertip to his index finger gasped, and drew her hand back; but then slowly grabbed his hand again and squeezed it.

"Oh my god. You're real," she whispered breathlessly.

"Quite indeed I am," the Doctor smiled.

Just a small chapter. I have more coming but thought this was a nice place to end. Let me know what you think! Shall I continue?