Sometimes the Doctor was my hero. Okay, maybe under exaggerating this a bit. Most of the time the Doctor was my hero, but sometimes he got on my nerves, even when he was trying to save me. Sometimes I greatly appreciated how he helped, sometimes I hated how he was always there for me. I want to be independent, but sometimes I want him to be there to catch me when we fall. It's like a love-hate relationship. And yesterday was a hate day.

Definitely a hate day. No doubt about it.

And here's what went down.

I woke up from the day before with the hot chocolate he brought in and all of that stuff, and my room was empty. Everything except my bed was gone, probably because I was sleeping on it.

So, I went into the console room to see if he was there, but I couldn't see a thing. All the lights were off. Even the little beeping lights on the console. I thought it was for my champagne birthday, which was yesterday, but I was overly mistaken. I started walking around the console room, relying on the railings to guide me through the room in safety. But I ended up in the same hallway entrance as before, and no surprise.

I thought that he might have been in the kitchen, cooking me breakfast, but the lights were off there, too. And it was just complete silence. All I heard in the kitchen were my fast breaths because I was nervous someone had came into the TARDIS. I walked back to my room, thank God the hallway lights were on, but on my way there, stopped at the Doctors door.

I looked down both ends of the hallway to see if the Doctor might have been coming, hoping and praying with all my heart and mind, but to no avail.

I knocked on the door, quietly, then started banging on it harshly and rapidly. I was so mad at the Doctor, I knew that the next time I saw him I would give him the silent treatment for a few days. There was no way he was getting out of this punishment.

I opened his door to see a blonde girl sitting on his bed. Her hair was a mess, and she wore dirty rags for clothing. Tattered and ripped tights, grey coat with worn sleeves, brownish wristband that was probably the most sufficient part of her outfit, and a grey/white dress that went to just above her knees. I just noticed now that there was a box beside her. A box with a lot of gold and silver gears on it. She seemed like a threat, but I felt like I knew her. Somehow it felt like she was connected to the Doctor, but I had never seen her before. And the Doctor had never talked about her.

"What's the box?" I gestured over to the box that she was now putting her elbow upon.

"The most dangerous thing in the universe," she didn't even seem to be phased that she was leaning on a weapon that could kill her in an instant.

"Then why are you using it as something to lean on? Isn't it a weapon?"

I go to take her arm off it, but she kept it firmly placed there.

"Why can't it be both?"

She looked up at me and I stopped struggling to get her arm off the box. She could've been the Doctor's companion. She definitely was smart enough. It was just her clothes....

"What are you thinking about?" she asked me, taking me out from my thoughts. I guess I didn't look any better than her, still being in my pyjamas, but she didn't seem to mind. There must be something more important going on.

"What are you thinking about?" She didn't seem to mind that I didn't answer her question and instead repeated what she asked me.

"There's a man who is going to make a huge impact on his life by deciding one choice. Do you think we should let him do this?"

"What is he doing?"

"He's going to destroy his home, his planet. To stop a war that may hurt the earth. And he is going to be the only one left of his kind. He will kill billions. Should we let him do it?"

This sounded familiar, like something I've read about before.

"Is that what this is for?" I picked up the box from underneath her elbow. I turned it around in my hands. How could something so little be used for something so powerful?

"Should we let him do it?"

"We should give him another choice. Let him save the planet, but stop the war."

"And how do we do that?"

"Who are you?" Why does she think I can help? I'm only human. She seems so important. But me? No, I'm not that important.

"The Moment."

"The moment of what?"

"I'm the moment he decides. I'm his choice."

His choice?

"You're the weapon."

She disregarded my statement and stood up, leaning in towards me,

"Who's the man?" She looked at me like she was 100% sure that I would know the answer to her question. But I don't. And anyways, why was she asking me? She already knew who he was. Maybe I knew, too. Just like I knew her, but don't know the name.

I looked up after taking time to think, but she was gone. No trace of her left. Not the smell from which she hadn't showered, not a loose thread from her broken clothes. Nothing.

I turned to leave, but out of the corner of my eye, I spotted something. Something that's colour did not go with the theme in here at all. A vibrant yellow sticky note.

It read:

You have saved 2.47 billion children.

-Bad Wolf

Bad Wolf. Two words spread out throughout the universe. The same two words that came from.... who was it again? What was her name?

I walked down the hallway to the console room to see the lights on and the Doctor working on the console.

"Where have you been?"

"I've been here the whole time, Leyna. I don't know what you're talking about."

"But the lights. You couldn't of been working on the console if the lights were off."

"But the lights never went off."

He looked at me like I said something wrong, like I must be messed up a bit in the brain, like I was in a whole other time pocket. Whole other time pocket! That's what the moment must have done. Put us in a whole other time pocket so she could talk to me. So that the Doctor wouldn't find out. But enough time spent on thinking about the time pocket, now, to get some explanations from the Doctor.