The Doctor, an old man with long flowing white hair and mischievous eyes, sat opposite the woman that had requested a meeting with him. She called himself some sort of scribe, ready to transcribe the adventures of the Time Lord.

"Well this is indeed an honour," the Doctor said, bowing deeply to his host.

"Oh no, the honour is all mine. To meet a being over a thousand years old that's travelled all over time and space. The story I shall write will be epic."

"Ah," said the Doctor. "Then I afraid you'll be disappointed my dear, for I am only just reaching three hundred." The lady's jaw dropped as she tried to process this new knowledge.

"But you're so old-" she began.

"Ah but how appearances can be deceptive my dear. No I am quite the youngster, all things considered. Why, were you expecting someone else?"

"Yes," admitted the lady. "Ah well. Another time then."