Ten sighed to himself as he watched the female, whose life he had just saved, pull away from him shaking her head. "Oh no! Nope! I don't need a doctor, thanks." She turned to walk away so he grabbed her hand. "You did just try to jump off a bridge." He told her softly. "What's your name?" He asked her. The woman with raven hair paused for a moment as though to think about what she was going to say. "V.J. Hook if you're a fan of books and if you're not than Veronica Hood." She replied icily. He grinned at her trying to lighten the mood somewhat. "I have heard of you before. You're a lovely writer, Miss Hood." She rolled her eyes at his words. "Just Veronica if you please."
"Right!" It was his turn to roll his eyes at her. "Sorry then." He decided to change the conversation. "Have you by any chance seen a blue police public call box?" "A what? Oh! No wonder you sounded like a Brit! You're in Canada. How drunk are you?" The Doctor sighed. "I'm not drunk at all. And I'm well aware of where I am!" He had raised his voice but he quickly took a moment to cool down. "Just…will you help me or not?" He watched Veronica roll her eyes at him and expected her to tell him no. He was rather aghast at her actual response. "Fine, let me take you home with me first than I'll drive you around to try and find that nonexistent phone box of yours." She started to walk away and noticed he wasn't following. She faced him again with one hand on her hip and an eyebrow raised. "Well? Are you coming, Sandshoes?" Ten felt himself frown. "They aren't sandshoes." When they had reached her house she let them both in. "So, Doctor…." She trailed off and looked up at him. "Doctor Who?" He grinned down at her. "Just the Doctor."