I leaned back in my chair, and smiled. I was impressed. Here he was. The Doctor. My childhood hero and friend. He sat down in the chair across from me. "The Doctor," I said. "I know who you are."

I could see curiosity in the Doctor's eyes at that statement. "Oh, really?"

"Oh, yes," I replied. "I know a lot about you. You're a Time Lord from Gallifrey. The last one. You were in the last great Time War. After that, your companions, in order, were Rose Tyler, Martha Jones, Donna Noble, Amy and Rory, River popped in now and then, and..." I paused. "Well, I'm not exactly sure how far you are along your time stream, so I don't want to give the next one away, 'cause, you know, spoilers. Oh, Doctor. I know so much about you. I know what you've done in the past, and I know what is yet to come in the future. I know about how you stole that magic box and flew away, all those years ago. Type 40 TARDIS."

He studied me carefully. "Who are you?"

I winked. "Tell you what, you get me out of here, and I'll tell you everything you want to know."

"You've killed people." I didn't respond. The Doctor leaned in. "If you know so much about me, then you know that I don't respond kindly to violence. You're skating on thin ice."

I swallowed. "I didn't have a choice," I muttered.

"You always have a choice!"

"You don't know what they did to me!" I yelled. "You don't know the pain and suffering and torture they put me through. I got to the closest thing there is to a living hell! So, think twice before blaming this whole thing on me, because until you've lived the life I've lived, you have no right to accuse me of anything! What I did was self-defense. I did it because there is no way I'm letting them take me back! You got that?"

The Doctor leaned back in his chair, narrowing his eyes. I knew that look. It meant I was in big trouble. "Who are you?" The Doctor asked again. I remained silent. The Doctor stood up suddenly, and leaned in until his face was inches from mine. "Tell me who you are!"

I stood up as well. "I. Can't."

"Why not!?" The Doctor's eyes were filled with anger.

I gritted my teeth. "When the government started tracking me down, I was forced to leave my home. My family. You know as well as I do that names are power. I can't put my family in danger by telling anyone my name. Not even you, Doctor."

The tension faded a little, and we both sat down again. "Well, if you can't tell me your name," the Doctor began. "Can you at least tell me why the government is tracking you?"

I shrugged. "I'm different. I'd show you why, but I can't here."

The Doctor shook his head. "I can't get you out of here. If we were at UNIT, I could try to help a little, but here I have no power."

I glanced around. "I'm assuming we're being watched."

The Doctor took out his sonic screwdriver and pointed it behind him. The tip glowed and it buzzed for a moment before the Doctor put it away. "Not anymore."

I smiled. "Over the last couple of years, I've gotten pretty good at breaking out of places. Most places I've been locked up have had way better security than here. Getting out will be no problem for me." I thought for a moment. "Do you have a pen and some paper?" The Doctor nodded and pulled a pad of paper and a pen out of his pocket. I scribbled an address down before giving it back to him. "Meet me here at nine 'o clock tomorrow morning."

The Doctor looked at me in surprise. "You trust me?"

I nodded. "I know you. I know what you're like. And after everything I've seen... everything I know about you... I can safely assume you won't tell anyone."