It’s been a while since you last saw The Doctor. And by a while, I mean a good few years. At one point, you’d thought you would travel with him forever but now? Now, you doubted you’d ever see him again… and you weren’t sure if you’d ever want to.

Sure, you’d been able to make a life for yourself since you got back on Earth - a pretty damn good life for that - but it was practically impossible to ever truly leave the TARDIS life behind. You’d listen out for that familiar whirring and that TARDIS blue colour always caught your eye… though it was never the police box. Never. Not until now.

You stood on a platform, looking out over a crowd, all waiting to hear you speak. (State your career! Examples: Singer, sociologist, scientist, actor, CEO, etc.) Then that sound came. It was distant, muffled by the walls between you, but you could recognise that wheezing and whirring of the TARDIS from miles away.

You glanced over at the door - expecting to see something, anything - and just as you were about to look away again, he appeared. The Doctor. Stood, leaning against the doorframe, and looking directly at you. Why was he here? Could it really be a coincidence? You weren’t sure.