You sat silently on the porch of the shack one night, your phone in hand and your face bathed in a ghoulish blue glow from your phone screen as you watched your video. You were watching an episode of Doctor who, a show your friend recommended for you ages ago that you've slowly gotten into.

You were on season 8, and the baby faced doctor regenerated into an old man. You frowned. You liked baby face doctor. While watching the credits, you heard wheezing; the TARDIS wheezing, coming from somewhere. You ignored it, assuming they just now played the TARDIS sound at the end too, but even as the ad played before your new episode, the wheezing continued. You let the ad run as you looked around, your eyes widening as you saw an old man standing across from you, his form blocking the moon which was earlier glowing upon you.

"Hello," he said, his Scottish accent apparent.

Scottish? There were no Scottish people in Gravity falls. You turned on your flashlight and looked up at him, seeing it was the man from your show! The 12th doctor! He was right in front of you, confused as ever.

"Who are you?" He asked. He returned your stare, his cold eyes gazing into yours. "I don't know you. Why did my TARDIS bring me here?" He continued bombarding you with questions, and soon you gave up listening and just stared, supposing the questions weren't for you, but rather a way for him to think out loud.