"Who are you?" My voice echoes as a man appears from the darkness and stares back at me.
"It seems as though the more important question is," He took a step closer. "Who are you?"
"May Williams. I'm eight years old." I told him confidently.
He sat down on one knee to match my height. "Well, May, I'm going to need your help."
He motioned me to follow him.
As we approached a blue box, the room around me lit up.
He stepped inside the police box, and I followed him. I stepped towards the giant machine in the middle, mesmerized by how large the box was on the inside.
As a child though, everything was this big in my eyes.
"So what do you say, Ms Williams, would you like to help?"
"Absolutely!" I yelled, running to the machines. "But I have a question."
"Ask away," He said.
"What is your name?" I asked.
"Ah, I am the Doctor." He replied.
And just like that, I woke up.
The Doctor stuck with me for a year after that, and he was my "imaginary" friend.
Then I grew out of it, and realized he wasn't real.
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The Final Companion: A Doctor Who Fanfiction
FanfictionMay Williams awakes one morning to find out her mother has died - but in the midst of all the mourning and grief, her imaginary friend as a child returns, but this time, he isn't so imaginary.
