You hated how repetitive your life was. You woke up, got ready and went out to work. You come home, make some (usually disgusting) dinner, shower and go to bed. Same routine, same dull life.

It was evening now, and you were currently looking over what food you had in the fridge-freezer; spoiler, there wasn't a lot. You had pizza (which you were getting sick of the sight of), Fish Fingers, Custard, and Fries...

Fries will have to do, you sighed to yourself as you picked them out and put them on the counter.

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Half an hour later, and you were now settled at your dining table with the fries on a plate, the other five chairs around the table were lightly covered with a blanket of dust. It gave you the harsh reminder of how utterly alone you were. God, you wished you could have a pet, but you'd be running yourself dry if you did.

As you tossed the fries over themselves with your fork, you idly looked outside to your garden – which, thankfully didn't look like an abandoned place, compared to some of the rooms in the house...

Until, you heard a wheezing noise. Mechanical, maybe... But, as you turned infront of you to where the sound was coming from... you couldn't help but drop your fork onto the plate, causing a loud cling.

A Police Box, was stood right there. Right behind your dining table. What?!

Before you could stand up to check it out for yourself, the door of the Police Box swung open, and out popped the head of a man, with strong sideburns, sky-high hair, and finally, curious puppy eyes.

"–Ah, I seemed to have landed in your house..."

The man mumbled carefully, as he looked to you, before offering a guilty smile and innocently explained himself;

"...I'm the Doctor. I seem to have landed in the... wrong place... Anyway, in need of company?"