They walked along, all the way to the beach. The man called the "Doctor" pulled out a sonic from his pocket and buzzed around. To the people around, be must have looked like a child playing with a toy. Meanwhile, I talked with Clara.

She said, "So, are you from around here? I know I'm not."

"Me neither. I'm on vacation."

"Vacation? It's awful late for a girl your age to be walking around alone here. I mean, you shouldn't walk around ANYWHERE alone this late. What is it? 11:00 at night? Where are your parents?"

She sounds like my mother. "I didn't say it was a family vacation. They're back at home. Did you say it was 11:00?!"

She looked puzzled, like she hadn't seen a girl "my age" (I looked around 15, but I was really 327. I had regenerated once or twice before) alone in the streets.

"Yes, Saffron, it's around 11:00. Wait, no paren-"

I stopped her. I needed to get back to my TARDIS! One more hour and the point of my vacation was ruined!

"I need to go!" I frantically got up, picked up my sweater, and ran off.

"Wait!" I could hear Clara yell, while the Doctor was still buzzing the air, looking for clues to why they landed in California. Suddenly I heard Clara yell again, "you dropped something! Is this... Is this a sonic screwdriver?!"

I turned around. The Doctor was staring at me. Clara had given him my sonic. "Who are you?" He whispered.

In those ten minutes of knowing the Doctor, I had learned so much about him. That he looked young, but his soul was old. That he acted young and childish, but me had the mind of a wise old man. He talked fast and comedically, and his movements were whimsical. He was wonderful. I thought I knew him so well.

Ten minutes can't tell you anything, I guess. The Doctor was there, on the beach, holding my small, silver sonic "screwdriver" (what a funny name! I should use that!) and looking at me with a mixture of intense fear, unknowing, cautiousness, and anger. I didn't know you could have those emotions all at once. He also had a look of surprise... And sadness... And confusion. He yelled at me again.

"WHO ARE YOU!? Where could you get a sonic? HOW could you get a sonic?"

I was silent. How could he go from playing with his sonic to criminalizing me for having one of my own?

"It's mine! What did you expect? It's not like I stole it!"

His face was dazed. "How could you own a SONIC? You look, what, 14? You couldn't MAKE one..."

Why wasn't he considering me a Timelady?

I couldn't talk about this right now. I needed to get to Rome. It looked to be around 11:15, but I was a beginner to the TARDIS. I stole it, after all. A type 39 TARDIS. She was my only friend out here. I needed Genine bad right now.

"Doctor. I need to hurry, ok? Is something wrong? I'm a Timelady! Made better assumptions next time, okay?!", I yelled, "I need to get out of Flor-no, HERE, before midnight. Don't ask why." I would have to change my plans. Rome would have to be later. "Meet me in London, just follow my TARDIS. Put a tracker on it, I don't know."

I ran to the Doctor, grabbed my silver and purple sonic screwdriver from his hand, and ran to Genine, leaving Clara with a look of confusion looking at the Doctor, and the Doctor... the Doctor had a tear rolling down his awestruck face.

I finally reached Genine. She was nestled in a thin alley, and her chameleon circuit had disguised her as a... dumpster. Strange, she usually hid herself as something more attractive. Like a nice phone booth. I loved phone booths. But a dumpster? I walked up to her and stroked her dumpster wall. "You miss me?". She replied with a noise... Almost like "vweeeeooo". I didn't even know how to describe it, but she made the noise whenever she landed, and it made you feel warm inside, like she was a mother welcoming you home. Well, that's kind of what she was. My home.

I snapped my fingers and the doors opened. I just can't explain the inside of my TARDIS. I had heard that before I stole her, her console was an icy blue. But as soon as I stepped in, as soon as I stole her away, she was... Mine. The console was circular and covered with buttons and pumps, a bell and hammer, levers and handles... But the thing I loved about the place was that it looked like a flying sunset. The walls were gold with large and small glass bubbles and round windows, and they shimmered when the red time rotor glowed on them. It was beautiful.

I rushed in and immediately started pulling all the levers, punching in Gallifreyan coordinates, and pulled the take-off lever.

Ever since I stole my TARDIS away, I had known how to fly her. There is no TARDIS flight school. The way it worked was that if you had found your TARDIS, the one meant for you, she told you how to fly. Of course, if she liked you, she would also give you some flying lessons... but when she was yours, you might as well be one person, separated only by bodies.

As she took off, the whole places started to shake, and she made the noise. I laughed.

She made her final landing noise with a jolt, and I fell back, only holding on by the overhead railing.

Bouncing up, I grabbed my sonic and ran- no, sprinted- outside.

I looked at my TARDIS for a little bit. She had turned herself into a red phone booth, just like last time in London! I smiled, and turned around. My smile grew when I saw a blue box with a bowtied man leaning on her, the same tear still on his cheek. With a grin, he said,

"Saffron, tell me. Please. Who are you".