I'm doing fine now. I am twenty three and got a nice little apartment and a normal life. Well, at least I did, 'till that day when I met the Doctor I remember that day like it was yesterday. I was just walking down the road. I had my red umbrella on my shoulder. I had just gotten out of work when it started to rain. I stopped then, to open my umbrella. The Doctor grabbed my hand. He looked me into the eyes like he was looking into my soul and the darkest parts of myself. "Run." • Doctor Who fanfiction