This isn't Greece

What? What? No!

No, no, no, no, no! And another no for good measure!

This was not ancient Greece. This was not where he needed to be. This was…he squinted at the monitor. Some girl's bedroom? Oh, no. No. She's probably chatty; this is going to be a huge waste of time. Oh, he might get slapped!

"Right, better get this over with" he muttered to himself. "She's probably not going to accept this as a random dream if I just disappear again, and I'm hoping, for the sake of my driving, that this is somewhere I need to be, because if it's just a pointless pit stop, I really have stuff to get back to."

After a contemplative look into the air, he noted "I'm talking to myself."

"I really need to get her back."

Oh, my god. It's blue. Very blue. And…boxy. And in my bedroom. What is it doing in my bedroom? Is this a trick? It's probably just a hologram. I should touch it. I'm going to touch it. Should I touch it? It's just a box, it can't hurt me. Pandora's box. Okay, boxes can hurt people, but it's not tempting or anything, so I should be fine, right? I'm going to touch it.

She tried to get up, but she was tangled in her sheets, and she fell back with a thump. Right then, she thought, let's get them off.

Right then, let's meet this girl, explain materializing blue box, dematerialize said blue box, and get back to what I really need to be doing.

He opened the door, stepping out onto creamy-colored carpet. He was greeted with the sight of a dark-haired girl thrashing about on the floor, thoroughly entangled in light blue sheets. This was…amusing. She banged her head, pretty hard, against the side of her bed. She stilled, with an annoyed cry of "Owwwww…"

Head throbbing, I looked up to see a…man. In my bedroom. Leaning against the side of the blue box, with the door slightly ajar. He was smirking, and looked very amused. Dear god. I think he might have seen that.

"Hello there," he said.

"Um, uh…Hi! Strange, blue box man. In my bedroom. In the middle of the night."

"I suppose I should probably explain that…"

"It would be pretty nice, yeah."

"Too bad, I can't," he delivered with a manic grin, bordering on the frightening in its width and sudden onset.

"What? Yes, you can. You'd better. Or I'll, I'll…" I brandished my pillow menacingly. Sort of. How menacing can a pillow be? Not very. I can't even move…

"Hit me with that pillow?"

"Um, yes." I put on my most menacing face – the only bit of Kung Fu I remember.

"Oh dear," he says.

"I took Kung Fu once! I can…kick you or something!"

"Really? How long did that particular hobby last?"

"Two hours!"

"Well, as terrifying as that is, I still don't have a good explanation. I don't know why I'm here. I didn't come here. I was aiming for Greece. So…bye, now!"

"No, wait."

"Yes, what? I've really got to be going. Now."

"How did you do that?"

"You don't want to know. Takes all the fun out of it, and you wouldn't understand."

"So now I'm stupid?"

"Yes. Goodbye." This, too, was graced with a grin.

"Okay, so you won't tell me how you got here, you can't tell me why you're here, and you've just insulted my intelligence. Can you at least tell me who you are?"

"I'm the Doctor."

"That's nice. Do you make house calls?" she asked sarcastically.

"No…sort of. Not that kind of doctor. I go around time and space in an old phone box, defeating hostile aliens, helping not-so-hostile aliens, and, apparently, materializing in the bedrooms of strange girls. I need to go."

"Oh."

"Exactly. Couldn't have put it better myself. Now, when you wake up in the morning, this was just a dream, okay? And I never really existed. Good? Fantastic! See you around. Goodbye."

"Wait!"

"Again? I'm in a hurry."

"I just hit my head on the side of my bed."

"Ten points for observation, now I've got to be off."

"But it hurt. Rather a lot. And it still hurts. If this were a dream, wouldn't it have been painless? And I'm not strange. You're the strange one."

"I certainly don't know. It's your dream. You can debate that with yourself once you wake up. Now I've really got to go. Yes I am."

"Um…wait a minute."

"Yeah? What. Honestly, you are very slow. I don't have time for this."

"Cool it; you've got a time machine. Apparently."

"I'm dealing with an extremely time sensitive manner here! I can't go swanning off, have adventures with another girl, talk to random people in the middle of the night, and then pop back to rescue my…I guess she's my best friend. That's not how my life works. Even though I've got a time machine, I really have to get to ancient Greece. Now. Bye!"

"Well, this right here, um, this might be time-sensitive too. I…have never seen something like that before."

"We've been over this. Yes, my lovely vintage phone box materializes places. You can deal with it, especially since it'll be gone as soon as you stop calling me back!"

"Um, for now, that's really fine with me. That over there…well…what happens if you die in a dream?"

"You are neither in immediate danger of death, nor are you dreaming. Surprise, I'm real. Hello!"

"I kind of figured. So we'll revise that to, what happens if you die, in general."

"Me or you?"

"Um, me."

"You're dead. Humans…"

"So you're not one, then."

"No. Give the girl a prize. She really is very astute. How many humans have an old phone box that travels through time and space?"

"How many aliens do you think have materialized in my bedroom? How am I supposed to know? You look like a human. And, don't go off on my observation skills, because you still haven't noticed…"

She was interrupted with "I don't look like a human, humans look like me."

"If you're…really an alien, and you…deal with aliens, could you, err, help me deal with…that?"

He finally noticed. "Oh…oh, dear. Why can't I ever just go somewhere for no particular reason?"

"Bingo, mate. Someone finally caught on. And I'm the stupid one."

A/N: Haha, clueless Doctor. Okay, this one is longer. Not as long as I would like it to be, but it sort of has to end there. Otherwise it's going to be three times longer than I would like it to be. If I have made comma or quotation mark mistakes, please let me know. Also, this is supposed to be 9, and if he sounds more like 10, again, please let me know. Plot begins in the next chapter, now that I've got one. In which you will learn the mysterious (not really) girl's name, run through a dark neighborhood, and use a screwdriver to make a phone call.