Who are you?

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A/N: I'm dressed like a cat right now. Don't judge me.

He left me in 1962. I can't believe he left me! What was I going to do? The robot thingy turned towards me, and left. Well, I guess I should go into town and buy some clothes. And find someway to get home. I should also find somewhere to live.

1 year later...

It was the 1 year anniversary of the time the DOCTOR LEFT ME IN FREAKING 1962! I have started a life here for me, and things have gone pretty well since then. I have a job, an apartment, and I've tried to not make any friends because, if the Doctor came back for me, then they might wonder where the hell I am and start a search party. I started walking backwards, well, beacause I just fucking wanted to. Then someone ran into me. I swirled around and said "Hey you big oaf, whatch where you're-". "YOU!" We both shouted. I also pointed at him. "Is this madam Annalise?" the slutty bitch next to him said, "Well even if you aren't Annalise, I'm Allison Smith.". "I'm Annalise Connors. Not a pleasure to meet you, Allison. But why on earth are you dressed in such a slutty outfit? And why do you stink like a bar?" I asked. And then Allison smiled and said, "Cause hun, its my job to wear very little clothes and serve people drinks at a bar. I'm bartender and part-time stripper, hun. Gotta problem with that?". Slut. "Yes. It makes you look like a slutty bitch who doesn't have enough of an education to get a real job." I replied, and suddenly regretted that last part. "Well hun, what's your job then?" Allison said. I just glared at her. Like not a little glare, I was shooting figurative knives at her little skank outfit. She then smirked victoriously.

We both turned to the doctor and said simultaneously, "Well?!". He raised his arms up as if to say "I surrender" and cried, "I'm staying out of this!". "And what's your problem Annalise? I only left you here for a day!" he added. I then responded, "Allow me to correct you, A YEAR. YOU LEFT ME HERE. FOR. A. YEAR." I quietly added,"Idiot...". "You know I can hear you, right?" He replies to my comment.
I then heard footsteps coming up behind us.

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