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Chapter One: The Doctor? That's a Rubbish Name.

What happened? How did he get here? The stranger lay against a crumbling brick wall, gasping for breath. Wait. What? He was breathing? Just five seconds ago he could have sworn he'd taken his last.

If he thought hard, he could remember falling out of the third story window. No, no, that wasn't right. He didn't fall; he was pushed! Anger flared through the stranger's chest as he struggled to recall the events. He'd seen his reflection in the dark sunglasses of… of someone. The stranger remembered his reflection had rather large ears, buzz-cut black hair and looked bloody terrified.

Then there was an explosion of glass, and he lost sight of the 'person', whoever it was, as he freefell to the concrete below. He hit the floor headfirst and everything disappeared. He cringed at the thought of it.

Then the world had exploded. He was enveloped in a fiery whirlwind of light and pain. It hurt, oh stars, it hurt, but in a way it was a good pain, like shedding an old skin, or putting on a new set of clothes.

The stranger frowned. Now he was here, leaning against this wall, still terrified, and for the life of him, not able to recall anything else! Did he have a name? He searched his mind, trying to find the answer, but all he could come up with was some bloody title. The Doctor. What kind of rubbish name was that?

Suddenly, a feeling of urgency hit him, and the stranger's eyes snapped open. His murderer might still be out there somewhere, waiting to kill him… again. Dead or not dead, the stranger knew he needed to get out of here, now.

One problem… his vision was as clear as mud, and after attempting to stumble to his feet, the stranger realized that control of his limbs was shaky at best. Everything felt… wrong. He frowned, trying to keep to his feet. Dimly, the stranger registered his tattered clothing and bare toes. I probably look like a zombie, the man thought; then again, I have a justifiable reason to do so.

Standing slowly, the world spun and attempted to deposit him on the ground once more, but the stranger wasn't having it. He grit his teeth, and clung to the brick wall like it was his lifeline. After a few moments, the pounding in his head reduced to a dull throb, and his stomach stopped heaving enough for him to stand.

It's dark, was his first thought, as his vision cleared. Why's it dark? The stranger frowned, Cause it's night, you idiot. He answered himself. Not wasting anymore time, the man stumbled out of the alleyway and started to run. As he fled down the empty street, the man realized he felt taller, and perhaps faster than he was use to.

Weird.

He wasn't sure where he was going, but the man knew he needed to get away from the site of his should-have-been death, so he ran, and he ran, and he ran. He ran until he couldn't run anymore. And then finally, the man stopped. Gasping for breath, he glanced around. An absurd wave of giddy happiness washed over him, and the man did a small hop-skip, nearly falling on his face as he tried to will his limbs into submission. I'm alive! Sure I don't know why, or how, or where I am, but I'm still breathing! That has to count for something! The man couldn't stop himself from grinned, and he realized this sudden mode swing was unnatural. Why was he happy again? He couldn't even remember now.

The stranger frowned inwardly, taking in his surrounding for the first time. He was in some sort of city. There were people about, but only a few late night stragglers. They avoided him, and the man could only guess why. Blinking rhythmically, the OPEN sign on a family owned diner beckoned him. A small park was next to the restaurant, with twisting paths and a tiny lake. Falling silently, snow left a crisp blanket over the frozen pond. The whole city seemed to be sleeping. Perhaps he could find some help in the restaurant, maybe find out where he was? Jogging across the empty road, the man was startled by the sight of the diner door opening. A small bell twinkled and he heard female laughter, saw a flash of blond hair. Stumbling backwards, the man fell into some bushes and landed with a thump.

The stranger attempted to stand, perhaps the woman could help him, but suddenly, he felt something twist inside his chest, like someone was squeezing his lungs. Mostly hidden from sight, the man collapsed behind some bushes that were next to the restaurant. He couldn't move; couldn't signal the woman for help. It felt like he was on fire! Curling into a ball, the man groaned. What's wrong with me? He asked himself, but his mind refused to answer. Then everything dissolved into blackness once more.

AN: Dun, dun, dunnnnnn! Stay tuned for more! ;)