A/N: I do not own Doctor Who.

Three nights ago he was in this alley off of Broadway, digging through the trash, when he here's a bottle break behind him and a coughing sound.

He turns.

There's a little girl. Six, maybe seven. She's dirty. She's wearing a thin dress and a sweater. Her shoes have holes in them.

She's the one who was coughing.

He asked her if she was alright.

She said she was dying. But that it was alright.

She was alright because she had a way to fix it. And then she started to glow.

Her whole body was glowing.

She lifted up her hands. Golden light was coming out of them.

And then he ran.

Three days ago. Around 8:30.

An alley off of Broadway. By the park.

I run for the Tardis.