About 15 years later...

I sat on my bed, fumbling with one of the many blue boxes I made when I was younger. The blue box was supposedly modeled after the box that my imaginary friend lived in... Man, I must have really loved him, I mean, I made a LOT of figurines, modeled after him, the Doctor, and that magical blue box of his, out of paper, wood, or whatever I could get my grubby little hands on. I also drew pictures of him, too. I sighed and sat the box down on my end table, that was next to my bed. Since it was Saturday, I have nothing to do, but to sit here... bored out of my mind. It was times like these were I wish something interesting happened. I fell flat on my bed. What should I do today... Oh God, I have no idea. I could watch some TV, but all they have is damn football... and cricket... I could list the rest of the sports they broadcast, but that would take forever. Maybe I should- WHOOOOOSH, WHOOOOOSH, WHOOOOOOSH, BAM. I shot up. What the hell was that!? I climbed out of bed and peered out of my window. In the garden, I swear I saw a dark blue box. My heart skipped a beat. Is this the same box that my old imaginary friend, the Doctor, "lives" in? I shook my head. No. It must be a coincidence. They can happen... DING DONG. I jumped. Oh... It was just the doorbell... What the hell is up with me? Why so... jumpy? I got up and journeyed to the door. As I walked, a flurry of questions invaded my mind. Is the "Doctor" real? Who's knocking anyways? Is the person knocking... him? The Doctor? When I finally got to the door I held my breath. Okay, Amy... Breathe... I suddenly swung open the door. A strange sight stood before me. A woman, with wavy, long, light brown hair, and eyes with the most beautiful shade of green, who wore a tattered collared shirt, and dark pants, stood in the doorway. She waved.

"Hello, Amelia Pond! Remember me?" She chirped.

"How the hell do you know my name!?" I yelled at the strange woman. She tilted her head slightly to the left.

"You don't remember me?" She whined. The stranger held out her arms. "It's me! The Doctor!" I folded my arms

"Doctor who?" I slowly said, raising an eyebrow.

"Ya know, the Doctor! Raggedy Doctor? Remember? I said I'll come back." Then it hit me. The Doctor! I thought he was... just an imaginary friend... Suddenly another thought came to mind...

"Wait. You're a woman?" I blurted out. The Doctor nodded.

"Yes, yes I am... Last time I checked..."

"Okay..."

"So!" The Doctor clapped her hands together and rubbed them. "Let's go see how that crack's doin'." After saying that, she pushed her way into my house. My house! She, a stranger, entered my house, without my permission! That really got on my nerves. And don't get me started on how many questions popped into my head, concerning her.

Doctor's POV

Okay. So, apparently I over shot it a bit... And Amelia's... older. And she thinks I'm supposed to be a man... And the crack's still there... That intimidating crack... Ugh... It gives me the shivers. Oh, and it could possibly be very, very dangerous... But hey, it's more fun when it's dangerous... Anyways, I wandered around the house for a bit, ya know, to get a feel for it, and because I forgot where Amelia's room was... But that's okay! I'll find it... As I blindly wandered about, a certain door caught my eye. You see, this door disappeared when you looked directly at it, but when you looked at it, with the corner of your eyes, you see it as clear as day... Hmm... strange... I... I felt a strong impulse to swing open the door, and see what's behind it. I took a deep breath, as I shuffled closer, and closer...

"And what do you think you're doing?" I spun around to where that voice came from. Amelia. It was Amelia.

"Ah, Amelia, have you ever... you know... went through that door, over there?" I pointed at the door.

"I think you need help." She muttered. "Plus, name's Amy, not Amelia." I blinked. What? What happened to Amelia Pond? That was such a beautiful name! Why did she change it? I rolled my eyes. Guess I'll never know.

"Alright. Amelia-"

"Amy" The stubborn ginger corrected.

"Amy... Look in the corner of your eye. There's a door there..." I whispered, putting my hands on her shoulders. Amelia, er "Amy", shook them off.

"You're crazy..." She muttered. I shook my head. Ugh, she's not getting it!

"Just look in the corner of your eyes, at this-" I pointed to where the invisible door was,"Door. Just do it. Trust me." She rolled her eyes and scoffed.

"Fine. But if there's no door there, I'm calling the police."

"Okay." I agreed. She nodded and complied. When she saw it she gasped.

"A-a door!" She shrieked. "How!? But..." Amelia walked over to the door. Then she knocked. She gasped again. "Hollow... After all these years here's a secret door I never went into!" She cried. Then Amy turned to face me.

"How did you know about this?" Pond asked. I smiled.

"It's a secret."

"So... so do you know what's in it?" Amy asked me. I shook my head.

"Nope! No idea! But let's find out, shall we?"

Author's Note:

Thank you shadowcaster01 for the helpful review! More are necessary! Oh, and I also learned how to use a line! YAY, I'M AN IDIOT! Also, I'm thinking of discontinuing dis fanfic, and doing others instead... So yeah. Hopefully the new fanfics I'm working on turns out better than this one...