Ok, I'd also like to state that my character's name came from my middle name, which I'm pretty sure was one of the most common middle names for baby girls in 1991. But, I digress and will now let you continue on your reading. Enjoy!

The next morning, sunlight streamed in my bedroom as I woke up. I grinned and stretched in my bed as I remembered the amazing dream I had last night.

"That was such a great dream." I said to myself as I snuggled in my comforter. I had dreamed about meeting the 10th Doctor. Or at least I thought I'd dreamed it. "Too bad it's not real. That would really make my day." Well, day actually made.

I was still snuggled up in my comforter, scrolling through my phone, when I heard a noise coming from somewhere in the apartment. My first thought was that it was my best friend and roommate, Ashley. She was getting her PhD in psychology, so often times she'd come in late (or early) from studying in the library. Now that I thought about it, I hadn't seen her in a few days, but I just assumed I'd missed her coming and going. I quickly got out of bed and walked out of the room.

"Ash?" I called out. "You home?" But there was no answer.

I shivered, despite the fact that I was wearing a long sleeved shirt, sweats, and socks. My senses alert, I made my way to the living room, where I neglected to see that there was something in there that had not been put there by me. I heard even more noise that seemed to be coming from the kitchen. I advanced to the corner of the doorway leaning to my tiny kitchen and peeked in, where I did see someone in there. I couldn't tell what they were doing, but whoever was in there appeared to be making something. Which was odd, because if it was a burglar, then why would they take the time to make breakfast or anything else for that matter? I was contemplating whether to call the police, confronting whoever was in my apartment, or both, when they spoke.

"Oh good. You're up! Good morning!" They said cheerfully in a very familiar voice.

Startled, I let out a small scream and jumped a bit before actually focusing on who had spoken. It turned out to be the Doctor. "You were this close to giving me a heart attack." I said, taking a few deep breaths and trying to slow down my racing heart. "Why couldn't you just say that you were here? I thought you were a burglar."

"What? I thought you'd like some tea." He said, walking out and handing me one of the two mugs he had in his hand."

"Um, thanks." I said, taking it from him. "That's nice and all, but it's a little bit rude to just barge into someone's kitchen and start making things. I continued. I then noticed the TARDIS near the coffee table and realization started to hit. "Wait...you're real." I said slowly.

"Oi! Of course I'm real! Didn't we already cover this last night when I landed in your apartment?" The Doctor asked, a little miffed.

"You're real. I didn't just dream that." I said, ignoring him. "Ok, the Doctor just handed me a mug of tea...in my apartment. This is the weirdest thing ever." I said, pacing around the carpet. I continued muttering to myself when I looked up to notice the Doctor, who was clearly entertained with what I was currently doing. I stopped pacing and muttering. "Ok, I need to sit down. This is all just way too much for me." I said, as I sat down in one of the chairs at the kitchen table.

"You also might want to drink that tea before it gets cold." He said, winking at me as he sat down across from me.

We looked at each other in silence for a while while drinking our tea. I had to admit that it was pretty good. I still couldn't get over the fact that I was sitting across from my favorite Doctor from my favorite TV show. I was definitely chalking this up as the strangest experience of my life. Nothing else could top it, which would make sense considering the fact that it's not really a common occurrence to find out fictional characters are actually real. Then, another thought popped into my head.

"Wait. Do you even know my name? I probably should have introduced myself last night but I was too shocked. My name's-" I started.

"Elizabeth Barthow, but everyone calls you Liz." The Doctor said, smirking as he looked at my astonished expression.

"How? How did you know that?!" I asked in a shocked voice. "You know what, never mind. I don't even know why I'm so shocked." I said. There was something else, though. For some reason I was getting an odd feeling, like he wasn't there to just have me travel with him.

"Was there something you wanted to ask me?" The Doctor asked me, almost like he knew what I was about to ask him.

"Why are you really here?" I blurted out. "Yes, I know you said you wanted me to travel with you, but there's something else, isn't there? Something alien's going on. You wouldn't just come here if there weren't."

"Oh, you're brilliant!" The Doctor said, grinning at me.

"Well, you don't watch Doctor Who without picking up a few things." I said.

"You're right. There is something going on. Have you noticed any strange things going on?" He asked me, the grin replaced by a serious expression.

I tried to think. "Well, I know on the news they've been talking about missing people and my roommate's been gone for a few days, but that's not so unusual since she practically lives at the library studying." I noticed the Doctor's solemn expression and suddenly knew something was wrong. "She's not at the library, is she?" I asked with a sinking feeling in my stomach.

"Ah. Well." The doctor said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Doctor, tell me what happened to her or I swear I'll do something that will possibly make you regenerate." I said in a steely voice, glaring at him. Ok, so maybe I could have been less angry, but I was scared. I was scared that something had happened to my best friend. And I was trying to hide that fear by getting angry.

Somehow though, the Doctor knew I was scared and let out a long sigh. "No. She's not at the library. She's one of the missing." He said as gently as possibly, looking at me.

"WHAT?!" I yelled. "Oh no. No no no no no." I said, starting to freak out. Well, you'd freak out too if you found out that your best friend was missing. And I knew that it had something to do with aliens. I started pacing around my apartment again. "It's the weeping angels, isn't it?" I asked in a scared voice. "And now I'll never see her again."

"No. it's not the weeping angels." The Doctor said, trying to reassure me. "Although, the cases where someone mysteriously vanishes, now that's the cause of the weeping angels."

"I knew it." I said. "I knew they were real." It was small consolation to know that all my staring at statues paid off. "but then who took all those people?"

"That I don't know yet." The Doctor said, looking at me. "But I promise you, we'll find out who it is and I will save them. I need you to not give up here."

I looked into those compassionate brown eyes and I marveled at how ancient they were. Sure, from the show, I knew that he was old and had been through a lot, but there was a difference seeing it in real life. Seeing eyes that held so much happiness and sadness. I'd always wanted to know what encouragement from the Doctor would be like and now I was getting it. In that instant, I knew that he was right. Whatever happened, he would find them and save them, like he did most people.

"Ok." I said softly.

"Good!" He said, patting me on the shoulder. "Now, come on!" He said, as he grabbed my hand and dragged me to the TARDIS.

"Wait! I have to change!" I yelled.

"You can change in the TARDIS!" He said impatiently. "Come on, then!" He said, as he unlocked the door and pulled me in.