Something's not right. I turned. Something was lurking in the shadows, an invisible force. Nothing seems real anymore. Oh please just save me…
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I awoke, shaking and dazed to where I was. I looked to my wrist, and strapped tightly to it was a brown, worn leather wristwatch-like gadget. My surroundings were unfamiliar but comforting. My past seemed to be haunting me like a ghost of a shallow grave. I walked to the window, and sat on the sill, looking down on the city below. Washington D.C. felt like home, no one would look for me here. Well I had faked my name, age and date of birth to remain hidden from that man. That impossibly lovable man who was my father, and yet he wouldn't know it, not yet anyway. A knock at the door; who the hell would be up at three in the morning, I thought. I went to the door and slowly opened it. A man fell through, soaked in blood. He'd been shot, I fumbled for my phone, but the man grabbed my arm and pulled me in close. His hot breath breathed down my neck and I noticed something familiar about the stranger.
"I'm so glad I found you…" he whispered softly, and then there was no more sound. I slammed the door shut, locked it and began to resuscitate him. Looking at his blood soaked body, I noticed something around his muscly neck; dog tags. Not just one but almost a dozen dog tags hanging down from his sticky, wet skin. I stopped, realising that no more could be done, and looked at the details on each one. The same name was on all of them. I looked down his body and there attached to his wrist was the exact type of gadget like I had. "Oh my god!" I screamed and slapped him across the face.
"What was that for?" He sat up inspecting his body for any signs of scarring.
"Captain Jack Harkness! What the hell are you doing here?" I scolded.