Mia stepped inside the blue box and saw a man with floppy hair and a bow-tie.
"Hello? What is this?" She asked, not really phased by it.
"How are you not overwhelmed?" He asked her.
"My brain can take in a lot. It has bunches of capacity. This place... It's amazing. Marvelous!" She placed her small hand on the console.
"She likes you, little girl. What's your name?" He asked her sweetly.
"Mia Holland. Created from Timelord and The Forgotten. The Forgotten is a species born from The Silence and Timelords. Technically that makes me mostly Timelord. That's why she likes me. I'm like you. Almost," she told him. His eyes widened.
"Do you want to travel with me?" He asked her.
"If I do, will you help me find my parents? They don't know I exist. I'm sure they don't."
"Do you have anything of theirs? Anything at all?" He crouched down to look at her.
She shook her head, "Not at all, but I have my DNA."
"That's good enough, Mia," he twirled the little girl around. She laughed. "But can I scan you first?" She nodded.
The controls made a humming noise before projecting something on the screen.
"75% Timelord, 25% Silence. You're unique, little Mia. But your name isn't just Mia is it?" Mia shook her head.
"It's my nickname. My name is Emilia Rachel Holland," she told him.
"Could I call you Emilia? It reminds me of an old companion I used to have. Her name was Amelia," he patted her head.
"That's the same name."
"Nope. She's A-m-E-lia," he smiled, "You're E-m-I-lia."
The Controls buzzed again.
"Aha! Yes!" He shouted, "I found them!"
"Really? Where are they?!" Mia excitedly shrieked.
"They're dead." Mia's face fell.
"D-d-dead?" Her lip quivered.
The man nodded his head.
"I don't even know who you are, sir. Who are you?" She asked him.
"I'm The Doctor."
"Just The Doctor?" He nodded.
She hugged him and cried into his torso, "Take me back please, Doctor."
He smiled with hurt that filled his eyes. She looked at the ground. She'd never have parents. Once they got to the children's' home, Mia stepped out.
"Emilia," The Doctor called out to her, "I'll come back for you."
"I believe you, Timelord. When I'm old enough though. At least in my twenties. I need to figure things out."
"Alright, Emilia. If that's what you want."
The Timelord left the eleven year old girl. Mia sighed and stepped inside.