Chloe rolled over to glance at her alarm clock. "6:30, just great" she thought as she got out of bed. She had five and a half hours until the Doctor came for her but, her being a very heavy sleeper, if she went back to sleep now than she would never get up. She went to the kitchen and put three slices of left over pizza into the microwave.
After eating her pizza she went back to her room, put her Celtic cross necklace and claddagh ring in a jewelry box hand-carved by her father, undressed, slipped into a robe, and went to take a shower.
Chloe stepped into the shower and let the warm water roll off of her skin. It was so relaxing that, for just a moment, she forgot that there was anything else in the universe besides her, right here, right now.
About a half hour later she was dry (even her mob of curly hair surprisingly) and dressed in skinny jeans, a green T-shirt, a pair of red converse, and a slouchy, black beanie her mum had made her. Chloe started to shove her clothes into a suitcase and when the suitcase was full, she packed another with important stuff like her jewelry box, books, CDs, watercolors, knitting needles and yarn. She picked up a photo album and had meant to just quickly flip through it and place it into the suitcase, but instead her eyes fell upon a photo that brought tears to her eyes. She remembered the day it was taken. She was about five, they were celebrating her father's twenty-fifth birthday. On the left stood her mother's parents, on the right, her father's. In the center was her father, sitting in his "Birthday Chair" with a party hat on his head, and on his lap sat little Chloe. She was a little upset that her mother was not in it but, after all, somebody had to take the photo.
The next photo that caught her teary eyes was a family photo taken in the living room of her mother's house. In the photo she was in an emerald green dress, a dress she knew her mother still had somewhere.
It took an hour for her to get through all of the photos and by that time her face was streamed with tears. She shoved the photo album into her suitcase and dragged both of them to the front door. Chloe then collapsed on the couch and turned on the Telly.
Five episodes of Castle later, and the Doctor still wasn't there. He was an almost an hour late.
"What if never really happened?" Chloe thought, "What if it was all just a dream?"
Meanwhile, in the TARDIS, the Doctor was pacing. Back and forth, back and forth. He has just invited her along. Just like that. He had to bring her now, she was already packed up and ready to go. But on the other hand, he had just regenerated a few weeks ago, he was still taking this new body out for a spin, for all he knew this new Doctor wasn't a man of his word.
" I'll just leave" he thought, " She'll probably start to think it was all just a dream, she did look tired after all"
He couldn't just leave though. He would feel guilty about it for the rest of his life. But he already felt guilty about about a lot of things. The Doctor had reached a verdict. He pulled a lever and the TARDIS dematerialized.