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Signalling farewell to the Pond's the Doctor suddenly found himself, yet again and undeniably alone. "Oh it's alright," he said with a sigh while flicking a dial on the console. "A little alone time is alright." Looking slowly up he shook his head, who was he kidding? Being stuck alone with his own company – this was going to drive him mad if not more mad.

"It'll go well with the image, mad man with a box. I'm slacking slightly on the madness I feel." Wriggling his fingers he ran around the console and pushed random buttons as he passed. The TARDIS jumped into life with a flash of lights and sounds, clinging onto the bar behind him he grinned around the room.

It didn't take long for the TARDIS to lull to a stop and everything was still.

Flinging open the door the Doctor smiled widely at his surroundings – in the last few adventures London had been lacking in attention.

"You're in the way." A voice came from behind him. Frowning and strolling around the side of the TARDIS the Doctor looked confused at a young woman sitting on a bench clutching onto a sketchpad.

"You don't belong there...move." The Doctor just continued to stroll over to her with a ever confused expression. It was odd – you put a blue police box in a London park everyone ignores it the same if it was on a street corner. No one pays attention, except this time.

"A fellow artist I see? I've known many artists you know? May I have a look?" He questioned quickly, the woman just slid her green eyes up at him.

"No."

"Oh that's not fair! You're meant to say yes, because as an artist you want everyone to look at your work!" He whined slightly childishly, the woman stood up while tearing the page out of her book. Turning the page around the Doctor eyed up the rather apocalyptic drawing of the London scenery from where she was sitting.

"You're not meant to be there." She pointed out again while giving him the page and turning to walk off, the Doctor was to busy holding up the page to the park in front of him that he didn't actually realize she'd left until he turned to talk to her.

"You know you have a very bleak outlook of London," he said while eyeing the air next to him where she was standing. "Bleak and disappearing." He pondered while carefully folding the page up and putting it into his jacket pocket.

"So!" He said slightly out of breath after he ran down the street after her. "Curious where ever did you get your bleak artistic style?" The woman looked up at him and frowned.

"Stop following me."

"I've only just started following you, you make it sound like I've taken to following you around as a hobby. Now that is a weird hobby if ever I've known one."

"It's considered stalking."

"Are you calling me a stalker?"

"Yes." She answered sharply while picking up her pace while wrapping her coat more around herself. It wasn't exactly cold yet this woman seemed to be severely suffering from some sort of heat withdrawal.

"Well that's not very polite of you."

"Coming from the stalker."

"I'm not a stalker."

"Then stop following me." She looked up at him and then pointed at him, "Nice bow tie." She stated before walking up the steps of some building. The Doctor taking kindly to her words played with his red bow tie with a small grin. "You really think so?" He asked while easily catching up to her again, she muttered under her breath and looked at him.

"Seriously leave me alone."

"Why are you so mean?"

"I'm not mean I just don't take kindly to being stalked."

"I'm not stalking I'm following, for all you know I could be a new student at the Royal Collage of Art."

"Are you?"

"No."

"Exactly." Waving a hand over her shoulder she disappeared into a room quickly, only to reappear to see him still standing in the corridor looking a little disheartened.

"So," hearing the same voice but a little more interested the Doctor looked behind him, he was busy eyeing up the interior design and yet again didn't take notice of the woman walking off. Taking off her hat to reveal curly short black hair she nodded at him, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm exploring, I used to come here a lot you know? Quite the regular visitor some may say." He rambled out, she nodded slowly which caused her curls to bounce slightly.

"If you know this place so well then you don't need to explore. Exploring is pretty useless if you already know the place you're visiting."

"Very smart of you," he grinned slowly at her, he jumped forward slightly while taking his hands out of his pockets. "Is this your classroom? Do people still have classrooms? Or is it a studio?"

"Actually it's the woman's toilets." She slid back into the room and clearly on the door was the little stick figure symbol of a woman.

"Alright wise guy." He crossed his arms and shook his head, the woman appeared a few minutes later and walked back towards the door. "Are you actually enrolled here?"

"Yes. But I don't have many lessons, I do most of my work at home. Or what you can call of home." She stopped and narrowed her eyes at him. "Why am I telling you this? Hold on! Why are you even still near me I told you to leave me alone."

"I asked you a question, and you didn't answer it."

"What was it?"

"Where did you get your bleak artistic style? Your drawing," he produced the drawing from his jacket pocket and unfolded it and looked at it. "Its detail is outstanding I'll give you an A for that," he winked at her, she rolled her eyes away from him. "Really most artists struggle with detail yet your drawing is exact. Not a building or a leaf," he squinted at the drawing of the trees. "Out of place. How'd you do it?"

"My heads muddled."

"Nice excuse."

"It's not an excuse." The woman unlocked a door which he hadn't realized he arrived in front of. Walking in he noticed how people looked away from her, walking up the stairs people even avoided to walk down the other side.

He frowned lightly and looked at them, getting close to a man who was practically squished in the corner he looked him over. Shaking his head not being able to figure out his problem he ran off after the woman. "You have some really lovely flatmates."

"Their not lovely and their not my mates." Unlocking another door the two of them walked in, he more like barged past her and into the apartment before she could slam the door in his face.