HELLO! I'm back! So here's that chapter I promised! I've already gotten so much positive feedback from you all and I thank each and every one of you who read and review my story! If this keeps up, I'll have to add another all-new "Doctor Who" story... But we'll have to wait and see! Here goes nothing...!

"HELLO!"

After a few seconds of coding, she had finally managed to activate the intercom system in the security camera. She took a seat in Terrance's chair and sat as close to the screen as she could so it could pick up her voice. The first time she tested it, her voice was too soft. The second time was close, but not close enough. Finally, she yelled at the computer screen. Terrance and Dylan quickly covered their ears and the strange man on the screen jumped with a start. He began looking around for the unfamiliar voice in the sky.

"HEY! YOU!" Tammi yelled.

"Who? Me?" the man asked, still looking around, slightly scared and confused.

"YES YOU! OVER HERE!"

The man kept scrutinizing the area until, finally, he looked directly into the lens, giving Tammi a full view of his face. Thin with a longer-than-normal chin and deep-set eyes. Creepy, Tammi couldn't help but think.

"Ah!" the man exclaimed, taking a deep sigh of relief as he ran up towards the camera, making sure he stayed in full view. "Hello there!" he said, waving excitedly, a bright smile spreading over his face.

"WHO ARE YOU?" Tammi asked bluntly.

"Oh," the man let out, quickly stopping his hand and holding it in midair. "Uh… Right." And with that, he straightened up his posture, his jacket, and his little bowtie and said, "I… am the Doctor."

"The Doctor?" Tammi turned to ask the boys silently.

"Strange name for a virus," Terrance put in.

"That's for damn sure," Dylan commented.

Tammi just scoffed and continued with her interrogation. "WHERE ARE YOU FROM, DOCTOR?"

"Well, you know," he said, "here. There. Everywhere really."

"WHERE ARE YOU FROM?" Tammi asked again, not buying his vague answer for a second.

"Oh. Uh…" he hesitated. Tammi quirked up an eyebrow. Gotcha! There's no way that this guy was going to worm his way out of this.

But he did. Just…. not like she expected.

"If you must know, I originate from the planet Gallifrey."

"WHAT?!" Tammi exclaimed.

"Ok… Did that dude just say 'planet'?" Dylan asked, his face scrunching up again.

Tammi didn't comment. All she did was sit back and let her mind try to process this new information. The Doctor from the planet Gallifrey….

Was it a lie?

It could've been.

Even if it was, she thought that the supposed competitors would've been a little bit smarter and type in a more realistic place. If it really was the competitors doing this.

Finally, she took a deep breath, and whispered to herself, "Ok." She was not going to let this affect her in the slightest. Her only job now was to get the information and delete this "Doctor". Who cared where he was from?

"OK." she yelled to the screen, "I'M JUST GOING TO STOP ALL THE SOFTBALL QUESTIONS AND ASK YOU…. WHAT ARE YOU, DOCTOR?"

"What am I?" the Doctor repeated, a curious expression coming on. "Well….. I'm a TimeLord. Over a thousand-years old, to be specific."

"WHAT?!" Tammi exclaimed out loud, making the Doctor back away in shock.

"What the hell is a TimeLord?!" Dylan cried out, throwing his hands up in the air in defeat.

"And I know for a fact that the game hasn't been active for over a thousand years!" Terrance added, pointing at the screen as if it was evil.

"Ok. I'm, like, totally lost now!" Tammi stated bluntly, holding her head to keep it from spinning around and around.

"Who are you talking to?" the female Cockney voice from before chimed in. Soon, the camera showed a young woman walking up towards the Doctor. She was a foot shorter than him, wore a knee-length, red Chinese dress, matching flats, and had her short, brunette hair up in a ponytail, two chopsticks settled firmly in place.

"HEY!" Dylan called out, taking a moment to forget the Doctor and focus on someone else. "WHO CREATED ADULT DORA THE EXPLORER?" He didn't realize that his rather loud comments could be heard on the other side.

"Oi!" the woman exclaimed to the camera. "My name isn't Dora! It's Clara!"

"Really?!" Tammi asked, turning to give Dylan an exasperated look with rolling eyes to match. "We are dealing with a crisis and you're over there making jokes?!"

"SHE LOOKED MEXICAN!" Dylan said in his defense. "She got the short, dark hair and the bulgy, brown eyes and-and the tanned skin…."

"I'm not Mexican!" Clara shouted, taking a few steps closer to the camera. The Doctor caught her and pulled her back, obviously not wanting this to become more than what it should be. Whatever it was becoming….

"SORRY! SORRY!" Dylan pleaded. "IT'S… IT'S JUST SO CONFUSING!"

"Ok! OK!" Terrance yelled, trying to settle everyone down. "Let's just try this again."

He stepped on over to Tammi and placed his face in front of the computer, taking complete control of the questioning. "HELLO!" he yelled, just as Tammi had. "UM….WE-WE DON'T WANT ANY TROUBLE. ALL WE WANT IS ANSWERS."

"Well, maybe we want answers, too!" Clara remarked, placing her hands on her hips. "Like, where are we?"

"SERIOUSLY?" Tammi jumped back in.

"Seriously," Clara repeated.

Terrance and Tammi eyed each other questioningly. On the one hand, there was still the possibility of this being a trap. On the other hand, seeing as how the interview was going so well, there was the new possibility that they were just two lost strangers who needed a bit of help. Both agreed right then to take that risk.

"YOU'RE IN A GAME CALLED 'MYALTERNATIVE'," Terrance explained, looking deeply at the two for a reaction.

"Ooooo….!" the Doctor exclaimed, rubbing his hands together excitedly and smiling like a maniac (in Tammi's opinion). "Cool name! 'MyAlternative'. Sounds so… techno!"

"Speaking of 'techno'," Clara added, looking around at her surroundings, "is this whole place, like… in the future?"

"SORT OF," Terrance went on. "TECHNICALLY, THIS IS THE YEAR 2213."

"2213?!" Clara exclaimed, setting her arms down and widening her eyes even more than they already were. "You mean we're actually two hundred years into the future?" she asked the Doctor, who could only stand there stupidly with his mouth open and only air going through. He went from the camera to Clara and then back to the camera and then back to Clara. Obviously he had no clue what he was into now.

"EXCUSE ME?" Tammi asked.

"AH HELL!" Dylan exclaimed, loud enough so the Doctor and Clara could hear. "DON'T TELL ME YA'LL ARE, LIKE, TIME TRAVLERS OR SOMETHING."

"We are, actually!" the Doctor said, regaining his voice. "Very good observation… uh…"

"DYLAN," Dylan told him, almost hesitant at first. "DI_DYLAN66."

"Oh! Another cool name!" the Doctor expressed, getting that weird gleam in his eyes that made him look positively mad. "DI_Dylan66. So… professional."

Tammi snorted under her breath and added in a quick, "Yeah right."

Dylan was about to fire back when the Doctor asked, "So, Dylan, real quick, are you really a detective inspector?"

"IS THAT WHAT THAT STANDS FOR?" Dylan asked, scratching his head in amazement.

"What'd you think it stood for?" Tammi asked. "'Definite Idiot'?"

Dylan was about to fire back when the Doctor suddenly asked, "And what about the other two voices? What are their names?"

"I'M TAMMI," Tammi responded. "TAMMITRON012."

"Lovely! Lovely!" the Doctor went on complimenting. "I met a baby who went by 'Robbybot 2.0'. Cute little thing. Nose like Pinocchio, though!"

"Ok," Tammi said to herself on the side. What kind of a person randomly brings up a baby? Who goes by… "Robbybot 2.0"?

"AND-AND I'M PTERODACTYLTERRANCE14," Terrance finished.

"Whoa!" the Doctor jumped. "Pterodactyls, huh? Amazing creatures. Wide wingspan with a long pointed beak to match. The ULTIMATE killing machine." He quickly turned to Clara and added under his breath, "Much more terrifying than your sharks in my opinion." Clara's eyebrows rose up in surprise when something hit her. She turned back to the camera.

"Hey! You're using usernames," she pointed out. "Why?"

"Oh, Clara! Please!" the Doctor begged. "This is a GAME. Any game you play doesn't ask for your real name. So you… make up one."

"THEY'RE STILL OUR NAMES," Tammi spat out. "AND YOU KNOW WHAT? I REALLY DON'T LIKE HOW YOU'RE GETTING US OFF TOPIC TO TALK ABOUT BABIES AND SHARKS AND FREAKING PTERODACTYLS! WE HAVE QUESTIONS AND YOU'RE GOING TO GIVE US ANSWERS! SO, WHO ARE YOU? WHAT ARE YOU? WHERE DO YOU COME FROM? AND WHY ARE YOU HERE?"

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