Of course, it was quite a shock for me. But it sunk in. Very, very slowly. After a few moments of just sitting there with the pancakes sizzling on the pan I finally began to accept it. Though it's quite hard to accept your related to a mad man who came out of nowhere into your back garden. At least I knew my life would be interesting, if only mildly. No boring man would go into your backyard to come see old friends. Then I realised my pancakes were burning.

I quietly sat at the table. Eating food wasn't something that took all your concentration and it gave me time to think. As soon as I had finished I would approach the doctor (hopefully I would get an actual name out of him soon). After I had approached I would question him if he was my Father or not. Of course he would answer yes. He had to, my hearing was rarely wrong. Especially if I was hearing something coming from the next room over. Then I would use persuasive language to allow me to go with him. If I want to that is.

By the time my plan was complete the plate before me was scarce of food. Pretty obviously finished. The time had come to put another carefully formed plan into action. So I quickly rinsed the plate, cutlery and glass and went to find them. They were no longer in the house as it didn't take me long to find. The most probable explanation was that they went outside. Which was really quite normal. Adults did like to talk outside a lot for some reason. Maybe the fresh air cleared their heads.

Yet they weren't there. Despite my search through every part of the garden not a clue of where they were was found. But something had changed. Parked a little while away from the old she'd was a big blue box. A police telephone box. One of my several hobbies was looking at newspapers from 50's to 70's, so I recognised it easily. Though it was a big too short and maybe a bit too wide. The roof was probably the reason for its shortness. So I recognised it to be a very well done replica. You could almost mistake it for an actual one.

Something was strange about it though. There were voices from inside. Not any voices though. Gran and the doctor were inside! But would they even fit in there? Must've been quite uncomfortable. Yet their voices changed in volume. How could that happen if it was so small. It was as if they were meters away, not centimetres. But I had to look inside. Exploration was the key to making life-changing discoveries. Cautiously, I pushed the handle in.

What greeted my eyes was a whole new, impossible world. A place which was both fantastic and unbelievable. It was a huge room stuffed in the small police box. I was standing on a platform and there was a console ahead of me. The console rested in the middle of a circular platform which was in the middle of the room. The colour scheme was generally of bronze and orange though the console held many coloured knobs, levers and handles on it. This whole place belonged to the Doctor.

"Welcome to the TARDIS. Time And Relative Dimension In space." The doctor said as he circled the console. As he did so he spun knobs and flicked levers, pulled switches and pushes buttons. "Ain't she a beauty." He added as he stroked the sides of it. What an extremely strange man. Of course, I had to believe it was actually possible. How couldn't it be. This was obviously not a dream. If it was I would've noticed something incorrect by then. So I span myself around. Everything was so impossible but proved possible.

"It's... Smaller on the outside." I managed to utter through my feeling of amazement. Gran and the Doctor exchanged glances. It was pretty obvious they weren't expecting me to say that. Then again I do tend to surprise everyone a lot. One of my many intriguing qualities. After a few moments of complete silence and stillness the doctor started circling the console again.

"Never heard that one before." He said as he did so. Had others been into this impossible place, not only me and Gran? Maybe even Gramps had been let on. His reply did imply many others had been in before. So why didn't everyone know of this machine? That it was smaller on the outside, squashed into a tiny place. Then again no one would believe them. They'd be sent to an asylum, locked up for supposed madness.

Then I started to think about how this phenomenon could've come into existence. It was already obvious that it wasn't truly the inside. Truly impossible would that've been. Of course, my mind was quickly into gear and full of several ideas. Though all of them were too impossible. But I had to broaden my horizons. It was easy to accept the fact I was surrounded by a whole world inside a tiny police box, so why couldn't I accept any of my own solutions? Then it hit me. How about the doors were somehow portals to the large interior. It was the only one that I'd actually accept so far.

Then I went closer to the Doctor. He was grinning at me. It was a strange kind of grin, the kind of grin you'd give when you know a guest of yours is extremely impressed. Again he started flipping levers and spinning dials. Finally I summed up the courage to ask him the question. The question that I needed to ask. But it wasn't to do the TARDIS. It was something slightly more personal.

"Doctor, what's your name?" I asked. He stopped and looked at me. Yet again with that look he gave me just last night. Then he shook his head and started to circle again. Why didn't he give me an answer? It was pretty obvious he could talk. Actually, he seemed to love to talk. Pretty much all he did was walk and talk. Which was pretty funny.

"My name is the Doctor. That's it, I've already told you." Then the Doctor gave out a loud and sad sigh. As if he did have a name, but he couldn't tell it not at all. Then he walked towards me. His look was still of sadness as he did so. So he knelt down right before me. He took my small hands in his own and then looked right into my eyes. But it was so strange. Despite the fact of his young look, his eyes we're so old. So sad, so lonely. Why did they look like that? Then he talked again but with a slightly more light tone. "Look, I don't really know how to explain this, so I'll just really say it. I'm your, umm..."

"Dad? Yeah, it's pretty obvious considering I could hear pretty much half of your conversation." I said. He looked slightly taken aback. But after only a few moments of his shocked look it turned into one of happiness. He put his thumbs in his jacket (which was just as odd as the rest of his attire) and pushed outwards.

"'Dad'. Haven't been called that in, what, over 700 years? Can't really keep track. That'd take too much time. Be too boring." He said and pointed to Gran. She had been pretty silent, but I think that was because she was taking her time to stop laughing. It was obvious considering the fact she had her hand cupped over her mouth. Then he looked at her as if she was crazy. Then I suddenly gasped in realisation. He said 700 years! He was over 700 years old. That was impossible though. How could it be?

"Anyway, Amy, with your permission I'd like to -" He was cut off by Gran staring at him. An angry stare which made me shiver, and Dad was slightly scared. Or at least he looked like it. Then he turned to me again. He mouthed something like 'what's going on?' and then turned to Gran again. He smiled. "I'll take that as a -"

"No. Her life would be in danger, she could get sick or unwell and she has vaccinations in a week!" Gran shouted. She then marched right up to him and slapped him. He then rubbed the sore part and as he did so he muttered something about it being the second time he was slapped by someone's Mother. This made me absolutely burst out into laughter.

"It's not funny, it hurts!" He exclaimed. Then he turned to Gran. "My little Amelia, she would be safe. She's my daughter. I've not seen her for several years of her life, the ones that are most important. Now, please, let me take care of her." He said. Then Gran sighed.

"Two weeks. It'll allow us to get ready. Then you'll be her guardian." She said, taking my hand and matching us out. That's when the wait for the Doctor, my Dad, began.