The Doctor had been working on the TARDIS for three days straight. He could not bear to sleep or eat, that would mean taking a break from the TARDIS. He wanted to finish as quickly as possible. Something about this place unnerved him. He was not sure why the TARDIS had brought him here, nor why it had accidentally landed in a dangerous area rather than a safe one. Something was not right here. He needed to fix the TARDIS. Without the TARDIS, he would not be able to heal himself. Which means he would not be able to fend off anything remotely dangerous. He hated being so vulnerable. May came out to help often, though she found that she was often more in the way. So she sat and watched, or she went back to her room. This strange man confused her; nothing about him was logical, and yet everything he did made perfect sense. He said he was a time traveler, and this she did not doubt, but a time traveler from WHERE? Was he from this world? He appeared to be. She smiled. She was fond of this "Doctor". He didn't talk to her much, but he did talk to himself quite a bit, often having arguments and debating with his own mind. He was amusing. Also, she was not sure why he was in such a hurry to finish his machine, but she admired his dedication. It was paying off. The exterior of the police box was almost completely restored, with a few screws missing here and there. Soon he would be able to go inside. She brought him tea occasionally and tried to get him to eat, to no avail. All he could focus on was working. Sometimes he would ask her about little things, like what time of year it was or who the current prime minister was, but he never really seemed interested in the answer. He would just mutter a reply and then become absorbed in his work again. So she would just sit and watch. She had been watching for close to four hours, and the exterior of the "TARDIS" was completely finished, just a few scratches. The Doctor had dozed off a few minutes ago, sitting down to have a break. Soon after, in the ray of sunlight streaming through the old barn's windows, nestled in the windowsill, May drifted off to sleep as well.
When she awoke, the door to the police box was open and she could hear the Doctor rummaging around inside. She unfolded herself, climbing out of the window and stepped cautiously over towards the box.
"Doctor?" He poked his head out, gazing back at her. He could read the curiosity in her eyes. "The interior is completely intact!" He gushed excitedly. She smiled, but did not move any closer. He rolled his eyes. Fearful, cautious humans. "Well come on then!" He motioned for her to enter and stepped back inside.
A moment later, she stepped into the TARDIS, her bright green eyes alight with wonder. He grinned, watching as her gaze flitted around the control room, her lips parted with shock.
"This...this is impossible." She whispered, backing up against the railing. "Completely impossible."
"No, nothing is impossible! Especially not this."
"But...how?"
"How what?"
"How is it...bigger? On the inside?"
He grinned again. "That's the line I hear the most."
She took another cautious step towards the center of the room, running her hand over the center console, trying desperately to understand what this was. She was transfixed, fascinated by this phone box from - well, she didn't know where is was from, she assumed it was from the distant future. "Bigger on the inside" was really an understatement. This center room was bigger than the barn that the police box its self was in, and she could clearly see that there were doorways to other rooms and corridors branching from this center. Completely impossible. But here she was, standing in this wondrous police box, believing. Believing in the impossible.
"So that's it then?"
"What?" He asked, his brow furrowing.
"You fixed it. You can leave."
"Oh...yes...yes...I suppose I can." The Doctor contemplated. He was both excited and saddened by this. He was glad to get to be free again. Happy to be healed. Ready for adventure. And yet, he was somewhat sad to be leaving this place.
"Would you like a cup of tea before you leave?" She asked him.
"Ok, why not?" He smiled. She stepped out of the TARDIS, and he followed her. They crossed her yard, the Doctor skipping happily beside May on his newly healed leg. She laughed for one of the first times since he had come here. He liked the sound. It was good to see someone smile. He liked happiness.
After sufficient frolicking in the yard, the Doctor and May eventually reached the house. They burst into the kitchen, giggling and bright eyed. The Doctor's mood had greatly improved since the TARDIS was repaired, and he was rubbing off on May. They continued to play around for a minute, basking in the light of the Doctor's success. But suddenly May froze. The smile vanished off her face instantly. Confused, the Doctor followed her gaze into the kitchen.
There were people there. Seven, he counted quickly, his head no longer clouded. Four adults, three children under the age of 16 he guessed. Five males. Two females. They were all focused on him, their disapproving gazes flitting from him to May and back. May withered, shrinking back into the door frame. The Doctor was confused. Something about these people worried him. He recognized them. He shouldn't recognize them.
"Hello, Hailey." The oldest man said, his glare boring down at May. Hailey? The Doctor only became more confused.
"Hello." She almost whispered.
"Who is this?"
"This is my friend...the Doctor."
"Doctor who?" The man was quickly exasperated.
"Doctor...John. Doctor John Smith." She lied, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. He smirked. John Smith is a name he'd gone by many times before.
The man grunted, looking at the woman next to him, who shook her head. "What is Doctor Smith doing here?"
"He...his car broke down and he needed a place to stay."
"He's been staying here?"
"Yes."
"You know how we feel about you having friends over...especially the older ones." The woman hissed, switching her glare from May to the Doctor.
"Show him out."
She didn't move.
"NOW, Hailey."
May snapped back to reality, grabbing the Doctor's wrist and pulling him out of the house. He followed her without question. She drug him out into the backyard, then released his wrist and looked at him apologetically.
"I'm sorry."
"Who were those people?"
"That's my parents."
"But they're not your real parents."
"No."
"Hailey?"
"It's a long story."
"Your name is Hailey?"
"It's a long story."
"Why did you tell me your name was May?"
"Please, can we not talk about this?"
"Tell me!"
"It's not important."
"Tell me!"
"Please, you've got to go." She pleaded. "Go get in your TARDIS and go. Get away from this place."
Her words troubled him. And his response slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it. "Why?"
"Because. It's no good for you here. And I'm going to get in trouble." She said, hearing her mother calling her name angrily from inside the house.
"Alright." He said, not knowing what else to do. She gazed at him. He could read the sadness in her eyes. He did not want to go away.
"Goodbye, Doctor." She said, her voice almost a whisper.
"Goodbye...Hailey." The name did not feel right on his tounge. There were too many unanswered questions. But he was out of time. She landed a quick kiss on his cheek, and then ran back toward the house. He walked slowly towards the barn and then into the TARDIS. He closed the door, sadness gripping his heart as he turned on the controls. "Alright, old girl, take me where he need to go." He whispered to the TARDIS, and soon he was in flight.

May watched from her balcony as the Doctor walked into the shed, and then she could hear the noise of gearshifts as he began to disappear away from her forever.