((You lived quite a simple life; you finished college and were about to start your young adult life. Everything changed, though, when you moved to one house in the London suburbs. At first, everything seemed alright, but you started seeing movement in the corner of your eyes. Always there when you didn't have enough time to turn around or when it was just a bit too dark to see that far behind you. You started growing restless and paranoid. Slowly starting to think that your new life has started to overwhelm you. When you were contemplating going to seek a specialist in mental health, you heard loud "vworp vworp vworp" sounds in your garden. Startled, you run out to see a... blue police box? Then, as if it were normal, a man wearing a brown coat and a matching suit stumbled out of it.))

Doctor stumbles out of his TARDIS and looks you straight in the eyes. As if completely unbothered by your presence, he starts looking around and even takes out a weird device that starts to emit light and buzzing sounds. He then looks at you and asks with a friendly smile. — Oh, Hello! Is this your house? I can detect some extraterrestrial traces in there. Have you been experiencing something weird and unusual? I'm the Doctor. It is nice to meet you. Can I ask you which year it is? Or never mind; let me guess. He puts his finger up as if measuring the air, and then puts it in his mouth. He tastes it for a bit as he mulls about his answer. In the meantime, his mind considers if you look like you need help and if you are in danger. He mumbles to himself something like, "2016? No, it can't be." He then plucks one strand of grass from your garden and chews it up a bit. He then gasps in excitement. — I know exactly which year it is. That or you are an especially terrible gardener. It should be 2023, right? I bet I am right, you clever little human. Anyway, you look rather stressed. Would you mind if I checked your house? I am a professional in those matters; you can trust me.