"Why won't you go for me?" he asked out loud. He started fiddling with knobs and bobs and didn't see Clair slowly step inside. The man had his back to the doors and was completely focused on the console, until he heard a creaking noise from behind. He spun around and saw Clair standing there trying to close the door behind her. She froze. He froze.

"Who are you?" the man asked while tilting his head like a curious puppy dog.

"Umm well…" Clair began. She was frozen. She didn't know what to say to this strange man. She knew that she shouldn't even be here.

The man walked forward and held out his hand. "Well I'm the Doctor," he stated as he stood in front of her with a smile. She looked at his hand. She suspected he wanted a handshake or something but all she could do was give him this strange look.

"Oh wait, you young kids don't give handshakes nowadays do you?" the Doctor stated while scratching his head. "Well then so what's up my homie? Innit though," he stated trying to sound like what he thought teenagers acted like.

Clair couldn't help but giggle a little bit. She thought this man must be mental.

"Umm hi," she said back.

"So what are you doing here?" the Doctor asked. "Are you lost? Well you are not alone then cause so am I. So we can now be lost together, but then again you can't be lost with someone else cause that means that you're still with someone and not technically lost, but just misplaced," he spat out as he was thinking about it all now, "So then we can be misplaced together then. That sounds good huh?"

Clair stared at him. This man not only talked funny, but he dressed funny. He was wearing a long brown jacket and underneath it he had on a white collared shirt with suspenders, cigarette pants, dusty old shoes, and to top it all off, even a red bow tie.

The Doctor turned around and went back to his console, fiddling with switches and knobs. He seemed confused and frustrated all at once. Clair walked forward and stepped onto the platform and couldn't help but ask him, "What is this?"

"Oh this, this is the TARDIS. My TARDIS," the Doctor stated, "It's my own personal vehicle."

"Looks odd for a vehicle, don't you think?" Clair asked looking around, "I mean it's bigger on the inside."

"Well saves in parking space doesn't it? I mean can you imagine parking something that is just as big on the outside as it is on the inside?" the Doctor asked while looking up a screen.

Clair took off her backpack and placed it on a chair. She was so intrigued with this contraption that she knew she was going to be late for school, but she didn't care at the moment. She walked up to the console and started touching the knobs and bobs. The Doctor looked over at her and could see her curiosity. He smiled a little bit and asked, "So do you have a name by the way?"

Clair looked up at him, "Oh yeah, my name's Clair."

"Well then Clair welcome to the TARDIS. But I have to say it's nothing fancy right now. Sadly I seem to be stuck here and I'm not sure why," the Doctor said with a puzzled look on his face as he looked around the room.

He dashed over to the other side of console and looked at it. "Why did you bring me here? This isn't funny if you're trying to play a game with me. You know I don't like games," the Doctor said out loud.

He seemed to be talking to thin air. He began pacing back and forth, slapping his hand on his forehead. "Why won't you go? Why am I here?" he began asking out loud as he paced, "What is the point? Who-", But then he paused.

He turned and looked at Clair. All she did was stand there shifting her eyes from his face and to the door.

"What was your name again? Full name that is?" he asked as he stepped towards her.

"Clair," she answered, "Clair Temple-Noble."

The Doctor's eyes grew wide. That name. That name was like a light-bulb had switched on in his brain and that a knife had stabbed him in the heart at the same time. He couldn't help but smile and he dashed over to her and hugged her. She was frozen in his hug, not sure what he was doing. He let go and just smiled at her. She felt like he adored her or something; like he had found an old friend.