Adopted by the doctor

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The doctor walked in and went right to a lady that was sitting at the desk snoozing. The doctor scanned her with the screwdriver and groaned.

"No activity here..." He said and then walked into the next room that looked like a play area for the children. A few of the children looked at him but then went back to playing.

The doctor watched them for a moment with a smile and then casually scanned the room.

"Hmm...I'm getting closer." The doctor then went up a set of stairs that was connected to the plat room. It seemed quiet up here.

The doctor scanned the hallway that was upstairs and looked excited. He was almost on top of  the alien activity. But what would the Warlifs want with an orphanage? What's so special about it?

The doctor kept walking down the hall until he stopped at the last door. This was it. This was where all the crazy activity was coming from.

The doctor took a deep breath and then burst through the door.

"Stay where you are! I've got a screwdriver!" The doctor yelled out but then realized that the room he had just entered was a teenage girl's bedroom. She looked at the doctor with an annoyed look.

"Was that really necessary sir?" She asked with her hands up.

"What?" The doctor looked completely confused.

"I mean I've heard of dramatic entrances but have you heard of knocking?" The girl continued. She had long dark brown hair and brown eyes. She was a very pretty girl and she didn't seem startled by the doctor at all.

"This doesn't make any sense. Why would the sonic lead me here?" The doctor didn't seem that interested in the girl at this point.

"Um, who the heck are you? And why did you just come barreling into my room like a madman?" The girl asked.

"Oh right, I'm sorry. Ello! I'm the doctor!" The doctor said with a smile and shook the girl's hand.

"Doctor? Doctor who?" The girl scrunched up her nose and crossed her arms.

"It's just Doctor. I'm the doctor. That's it." The doctor told her and then scanned around the room.

"So that's like your title or something?" The girl gave him a look. The doctor turned to face her and scanned her with the screwdriver by accident.

"Whoops, sorry about tha-" The doctor stopped talking when he checked his screwdriver.

"What is it?" The girl asked curiously.

"It's...it's... you." The doctor breathed and stared at the girl.

"What's me?" The girl questioned.

"You're the source of activity...but why?" The doctor mused and rubbed his forehead. What was going on?