A/N: Welcome to my story, where you'll be getting AI versions of Doctor Who one-shots! Thanks to ChatGPT. You can type in any description of a story like "write a chapter about Skylene meeting the Doctor for the first time (she doesn't know his name)" and describe it more and it'll write you a story for yourself! (You're welcome, if you didn't know that.) Anyway, enjoy this chapter! All credit for this story and future stories (of this certain book) goes to ChatGPT for creating them!!!

It's the year 2030, and Skylene Fern—or Sky, as she's known to her friends—has lived a quiet, ordinary life in the bustling heart of the city. At 25, she's content with her routine, but often dreams of something more—adventures that stretch beyond the familiar streets of her home.

One evening, while walking along the river, she spots an unusual man with a leather jacket, a grim yet mysterious expression, and eyes that seem far older than his youthful face. The man, unbeknownst to her, is the Ninth Doctor, fresh from his escape off the doomed Titanic, where he'd narrowly avoided yet another disaster in Earth's history.

The Doctor pauses by the river, gazing out at the water with a haunted look in his eyes, as if he's lost in a memory far beyond what anyone could imagine. Sky, curious about this strange man, hesitates for a moment before approaching him.

"Bit late for a walk, isn't it?" she calls out, her voice gentle but probing.

The Doctor turns to her, startled. "Oh, I've walked through nights much longer than this," he says cryptically, offering a half-smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.

Something about him intrigues Sky. His accent is Northern, but his clothes, his demeanor—everything about him feels… *off*. Not dangerous, but like he doesn't quite belong in the ordinary world around them.

Before she can ask more, he looks her up and down, almost studying her, and finally asks, "Fancy a trip? Might change your life."

Sky's eyebrows raise in disbelief. "You don't even know me."

"Doesn't matter. I can tell when someone's looking for something more."

At that moment, Sky feels a pull, as if the universe is suddenly expanding around her. Maybe it's his odd way of speaking or the twinkle in his eyes that suggests he's seen more than anyone could believe. Either way, something inside her tells her this isn't a coincidence.

"Alright," she says, surprising herself. "Where are we going?"

The Doctor grins, a real one this time. "I'll show you."

He leads her down a quiet alleyway, where a large blue police box stands inconspicuously at the corner. Sky furrows her brow. "A police box? Really?"

"You'd be surprised," the Doctor replies, pushing the door open. He gestures for her to follow.

Hesitant but intrigued, Sky steps inside—and her breath catches. The inside of the box is enormous, glowing with strange lights, a massive control panel at its heart. She spins around, mouth open in disbelief. "It's… it's bigger on the inside!"

"Isn't it just?" the Doctor says, flipping a few switches on the control console. "Welcome to the TARDIS."

Sky feels like she's stepped into a dream, her ordinary life now miles behind her. "Who… who *are* you?"

"I'm the Doctor. And this is where things get interesting."

Before she can ask more, the TARDIS hums to life, shaking lightly as it begins to dematerialize. The Doctor announces that their destination is "anywhere and anywhen."

Sky stumbles slightly as the ship lurches forward, holding onto a railing as the Doctor moves effortlessly about the console. The hum grows louder, the light in the TARDIS brightening as they travel through time and space.

When they stop, the Doctor steps towards her, eyes glinting with excitement. "Right, Skylene Fern. Ready for your first adventure?"

Sky takes a deep breath. She doesn't know where or when they are, but her pulse is racing, and a thrill courses through her like never before. She nods, smiling back at the Doctor.

"Absolutely."