The Doctor was blissfully unaware that he had a daughter, a daughter from Rose Tyler, he didn't know at all about you, or the fact that Rose gave birth to you, since he had lost contact with her all those years ago, and now he was older and a bit more carefree to say so, so when he met you he was surprised to find out you were the daughter of Rose.

He took once glance over you. You were clearly, maybe in your teens? He examined you taking a good look, you examined you, his brown eyes piercing at you, as he ran a hand through his silvery hair, he had an electric guitar as his waist, and soon he finally spoke in his Scottish accent.

"Rose Tyler is your mother? Okay...do you have any idea who your father could be?"

He asked, hoping that you would know, hoping you would tell him, almost in desperation, because if you were his daughter, then you would be a time lord! Oh, and he would definitely have to make up for lost time for being away for so long since he didn't know you were his daughter. But he couldn't get his hopes up yet, for all he could know, you could be some other man's daughter.