"So, where are you from, Doctor...?" Mrs. Park asked as she sat across the table from the strange man. Liz sat on the width of the table, sipping her tea silently and glancing back and forth from one adult to the next. The lights above them had been switched on, since it had already grown dark enough outside.

The Doctor placed his teacup on it's saucer. "Just the Doctor, thank you. I'm from-" He stopped and looked past Mrs. Park, as though thinking about his answer. Then he smiled back at the mother and lifted up his cup to take another sip. "Greenwich, England." He pulled the tea to his lips and placed his gaze firmly on Liz as he drank.

The teenage girl attempted to avoid her gaze from his as her mother turned to her with a question.

"So, where did you both meet?" She added, "And when?"

Liz put her cup down to explain, but the Doctor cut in before she could reply. "We met in the park a couple weeks ago. Had a wonderful time talking about the book she was reading. Anyway, I've got to go, I'll be seeing you both later," He stood up, almost knocking the teacup over as he did, grabbed his sonic screwdriver, or whatever it was, and raced out the door.

Mrs. Park and Liz both watched, eyebrows raised in deep ponder at the sight. Then Mrs. Park sighed and placed her cup beside the counter.

"Well, he was a lovely man," she remarked as she walked past her daughter, then added, "Doctor Who?"

Liz smiled, not answering as she did, and drank another sip out of her cup. The older woman sighed, shrugged, then retreated back to her room.

Rain poured down on the small house in Olympia, Washington as Liz Park strolled down the hallway, carrying her dirty laundry. As she passed by her brother's room, she noticed a faint buzzing noise and raised an eyebrow in suspicious curiosity. She stopped at the washing room, put the basket of clothes inside, then returned to the door. The strange buzz was still there, and she placed her ear on the wood to listen further.

The buzz continued as she heard voices from within. One she recognized as her brother's; he had returned from his trip up to the mountains and was in his room for the moment. But the other wasn't like anything she had ever heard-the voice was deep, murky, and it cracked as each word came out. It didn't sound as though it was in the room with him, but it sounded muffled as though through a phone.

"... Did they touch anything?" The deep voice asked, sounding as though he was angry and frustrated.

Hank gave a long growl and Liz heard a few things move around in the room. "No, nothing it seems. But..."

There was a pause. "What?!"

"Oh, nothing. It's just that the stink bugs were activated, that's all." Her brother suddenly sounded worried.

"Then find out who it was and make sure they don't live! It's vital that our plan continue!" The voice was angrier than before, and suddenly a louder buzz was sounded and all was silent.

Liz pulled her ear from the door and covered her had over her mouth. She had to warn the Doctor!

Racing into her room, she snatched the keys up from her nightstand, pulled her satchel over her shoulder, and raced back out to the living room.

"Liz, where are you going?" Her mother's voice paused her attempt out the door.

"Out to the coffee shop!" she replied, anxious to leave.

Her mother's voice finished with, "Okay, be home before dark!"

Without another word, Liz swung out the door and down the sidewalk to her Cherokee Jeep. Jumping in, she turned the ignition and pushed on the gas. The engine rolled, but didn't turn on. She tried again, but failed. Growling in despair, she sat back in her seat and huffed.

"'Ello!" Liz jumped in her chair and screamed in terror as the Doctor poked his head out of the cab of the car.

She let out another angry snarl and slapped him on the cheek. "Don't you dare do that again!" She yelled.

The Doctor exclaimed and coddled his cheek, which was pulsing red. "Wow, you slap hard!" He grinned at her, but Liz just glared back at him.

"What are you doing here again?" She asked darkly. "Shouldn't you be off at home or something? Don't you have a job?" She bit back her words when she looked at his clothing. Now, added to the odd bowtie and suspenders, was a fez placed directly atop his head.

The Doctor's eyes followed hers to his head. "Oh," He snatched the item off and grinned. "Fez's are cool!"

Liz rolled her eyes. "Anyways, Doctor, I was coming to look for you."

"Of course you were, you wanted to be my companion!" He exclaimed, but cut off as he noticed her confused look. Quickly, he fixed himself. "Sorry, I've been alone a little too long. So, what were you going to say?"

She sighed. "I was going to say that Hank was on the phone with someone. I overheard them talking, and the person on the phone said that for their plan to continue whoever came in to Hank's room had to die!"

Suddenly, the Doctor was out the cab door and in the passenger's. He buckled up in the seat and pointed his sonic screwdriver at the car. "Drive."

Liz raised an eyebrow, slightly confused and amused, and turned the motor once more to hear the welcoming growls she was use to. Pushing on the gas, they sped off towards the nearest coffee places.

"So where exactly are you from?" Liz asked from across the table she and the Doctor were sitting at. They had chosen a cute little coffee shop called Kelly's Coffee and were enjoying some sweet mocha's and a couple chocolate chip cookies, freshly bakes by the coffee shop itself. The aroma of the coffee was strong, along with the noise of the coffee machines in the back. A speaker on the opposite side of the brown-painted room shouted out a few cheery Christmas carols, and a TV sat against the wall playing the movie 'Elf'.

The Doctor's hazel eyes blinked funnily at her. "How old did you say you were?"

Liz ignored the fact that he had just dodged the question and answered. "17. How old are you?"

"1,196." His face was so straight Liz couldn't believe he wasn't being serious.

"But you can't... You'd be dead."

He shrugged. "Then my race would go extinct. So then I can't die. Not until my race continues again."

The teenage girl raised the 'Eyebrow of Question' at him. "You're race? What do you mean? I thought you were British."

He nodded. "I am."

"So... then your race is Britain. So your race hasn't died out at all. It's thriving..."

"No it isn't," He gave a scowl of disapproval. "My race is the Time Lords, like I said in your kitchen the other day. Didn't you hear me? Of course not, you Humans never listen."

Liz snorted. "Shut up, you're not an alien. You can't be. Aliens don't exist..." Her mind raced back to things of the past. Could aliens really exist? Could they really? She'd heard of alien invasions over in Europe, but had never experienced them here in her own home town. No, this was madness, she could never believe in such a thing.

"No, aliens don't exist. They can't! We are alone in the universe. We have to be!"

The Doctor looked at her. "Feel my chest."

Her eyes widened with embarrassment, fear and anger. "No! Why would I do that?"

He didn't take his eyes off her. "Just do it. If you do, you'll believe me. Humans have one heart, right? Well, I have two."

Liz stared at him for a moment, then reached out and felt where his heart should be. It beat strong beneath her palm, and she pulled it away to feel the other side. To her amazement, the same appeared on the other side. How could that be, that a person would have two hearts in one body?

"But..."

"Stop talking!" The Doctor suddenly grabbed his screwdriver (Liz had not seen it in his pocket until now) and opened it. "They're coming."