Thank you for the reviews, and also you for reading! Reviews give me a tingly warm feeling, so please let me have that feeling again! If you like this story, you should also check out my other one, A Letter To The Doctor. All rights still belong to the BBC, and I still do not own Doctor Who! Love to you all! *mwah*

"Come along, Briggs.", he said, "Of all of time and space, everything that ever happened or ever will, where do you want to start?"

This was a new life.

This was home.

I had dreamed of this moment my whole life. I had been wondering for years what exotic place he would take me to.

"As much as I would love to save a civilization and travel through time and space, considering that it is eleven at night, I think I should get a bit of sleep so I could be a bit more alert if we save people and aliens tomorrow.", I said.

That was nowhere near my fantasies and dreams. Way to go. Score for Emma.

"Of course. I forgot you humans needed so much sleep. The TARDIS should lead you to your room.", he said.

My own TARDIS room! I could have fainted, but I was much too tired.

I walked down the hall and called out a small, "Goodnight, Doctor.".

"Goodnight, Briggs.", he said, tinkering with the TARDIS.

I walked down the halls until I found a door with a small gold plate on it that said Emma. When I opened the doors I was shocked at what I saw.

There was my dream room. There was a king size bed with a TARDIS blue bedspread and silver throw pillows. There was a grand piano on the right side of the room, and a desk on the left with art supplies. I love the piano. I had played for fourteen years. Whenever I hurt, I let it all out into a song. The deeper the wound, the more beautiful and delicate the song.

As with the art, I love to draw. You can make something amazing out of just a blank piece of paper. It can be anything you want I to be. When the colors blend together, it creates a melody too beautiful to describe.

The first thing I did was play the most amazing, intricate song I knew on the piano. When I finished and turned around, I was shocked to see the Doctor sitting on a chair I didn't even notice in the corner of my room.

"You, Emma Brigley, are amazing and extremely talented.", he said.

"Thank you.", I said, blushing a bit.

"Well, I will leave you to sleep. Goodnight again.", he said as he rose out of his chair and left the room.

I laid in bed, not even taking my clothes off and fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, I was pretty confused.

Everything that had happened had been so late. It took a couple minutes for me to truly realize where I was.

Then I remembered something I was shocked I had forgotten last night.

The wardrobe.

I ran over to it only to squeal with glee as I opened the white doors to see what was inside.

Inside were studded combat boots, tee shirts, blouses, tights, heels, scarves, motorcycle jackets, and skinny jeans.

I put on a tight white tee shirt, skinny jeans, a pair of combat boots with golden studs (because with my height I did not need heels), and a blue infinity scarf.

I ran to the bathroom, splashed water on my face, and then brushed my teeth. I then curled my flaming red hair, did smoky eye shadow over my green hazel eyes, put on mascara, and finally put on bright red lipstick.

I then stood in front of the mirror. I had to say, I looked pretty freaking good. Freckles dotted my fair skin, and pearl earrings sparkled in the light.

I raced to the console room. The Doctor's jaw dropped. "You look really good.", he said, but then he looked away.

"Where to now?", I asked.

After all, another day, another adventure.