Doctor Who?

Who the hell are you?

It's a cold winter's day at the cottage, a normal day you could say. I was sitting in front of the fireplace, drinking hot cocoa, when I heard a strange sound. It was like a loud, screeching noise, as if the brakes on a car were on and it kept going forward.I look outside the slightly foggy window and see a blue police box.

‘Aren't those in Britain?’ I think to myself, ‘What is it doing here in America?’

I then see a man with sticking up, brown hair, wearing a light brown trench coat, walk out of it.

“What the..” I whisper to myself. I get on my snow boots as quickly as I can and run outside.

“Hey, you!” I yell towards him.

He turns around and smiles at me, then waves. “Hello!” He replies, almost excitedly. It seems that he is British, considering his accent.

“Who the hell are you and where did you come from? What is this?” I ask as I point at the blue box.

“Oh! I'm the Doctor, I came from Gallifrey, and this is the Tardis,” he replies back.

What's on about?

“Doctor... who? ….Gallifrey?....Tardis? You're not making any sense, sir,” I say confused.

“Just ‘Doctor’ nothing else; Gallifrey is the planet I'm from; Tardis stands for Time And Relative Dimensions In Space,” he explains.

I still have no idea what he's talking about but I decide to change the subject. “Why are you here?” I queried.

He thinks for a second. “I honestly have no idea, but I'm supposed to be here for a reason so I'm going to try to figure that out,” he answers. He gets out this weirdly shaped flashlight and shines it at me. It lights up blue on the tip and makes a odd noise. He waves it at me, up and down, like he's scanning me. He turns it off, after going up and down twice, and examines it. “Normal readings. slightly cold, human!” he mumbles to himself. “So I'm on Earth in America right?” he asks me. I nod yes in reply. “Do you know how I figured that out?” he asks me. “My accent and you scanning me with whatever that is,” I reply. “Correct! You're a very clever girl!” He says enthusiastically, “Wait, what's today's date?”

“December 23, 2025.”

He looks a little surprised for a second then smiles and jumps up excitedly. “Wonderful! It's almost Christmas! I love Christmas!” He stops and looks around. Then he looks as if something clicks into place in his mind. “I know why I'm here now,” he says quietly.

"What?” I ask.

He looks at me and smirks. “We have lots of work to do! Allons-y!” He grabs my hand and takes me back inside the cottage. ‘This going to be one eventful day,’ I think to myself. Nothing can prepare me for what is about to happen.