Ran Away With a Madman (Doctor Who)

Chapter One   

     Lizzy was only seven years old when she went to the park, all alone, that March day. The air had been crisp and warm. She had been oddly happy. bu then again, at seven years old, what was there to worry about? The swingsets swung slowly, almost eerily, back and forth witrh the coming breeze. The swings had always been Lizzy's favorite. She ran over to the one farthest left that he had claimed her own years ago. Everything in the world is still innocent when you're seven years old...

     Lizzy sat on her swing, grasped the chains, and listened. Lizzy was very good at listening, you see. Sher never said or did anything without listening first; without thinking it through for a moment. She heard birds chirping and the blades of grass gently blowing in the breeze. Otherwise, there was no sound but her breathing. It seemed she was alone. Lizzy, however, was not. There was a man there, observing. A man with a very old soul and a very young face. He stood next to ...a strange blue box. Lizzy had never seen that here before and she's come almost everyday as long as her parents would allow her.

     The wind grew stronger slightly, a gust. it blew her air into her face for a moment. Lizzy listened and heard a noise behind her, off in the distance.

     Slowly, she turned her head, frightened that she may startle whatever was behind her.

     Fully turned around, she saw a man with kind, old eyes approaching her. She distincly remembered his red bowtie glinting in the sunbeam. Papa always taught Lizzy never to talk to strange men...but Lizzy knew for some reason, that he wouldn't hurt her. She stood up off of her swing and looked at him. He looked...tired. Sad maybe.

     "Are you sad, mister?" Little seven year old Lizzy asked the strange man./ His old eyed crinkled as he smiled at her.

     "Perhaps. What's your name, then?" he looked happy to see Lizzy for some reason. Like he was with an old friend.

    "You can call me Lizzy...You're kind of strange. i like that. And your bowtie. Bowties are cool." Lizzy stated. the man practically beamed.

     " Oh, dear, I'm way past strange." His eyes twinkled and he straightened his bowtie. 

     "... I should be getting back home. It's almost four. Goodbye, mister!" She then ran off, going back home. It never occured to her why sh never asked him for his name. She didn't see him again until she was knee-deep in adolescence.