Running away with a Madman and a Blue Box

Out of all people, you were seen, as you never were before. He ran towards you, panic in his old yet brilliant brown eyes.

He took your hand, panting, he gave you a tug and said "Run." You didn't know why, but you ran with him.

You didn't question, not until you were out of range of whatever foreign being was chasing you did you bombard him with hysterical questions

The Doctor led you to safety, gave you a rush you never knew you could experience; and he expected you to go back and live the life you were living.

"I can't.." Is what you said shakily under your breath as he stood a few feet behind you: You standing in front of your door; the other side bearing the problems and burdens you had been attempting to escape…

There was a long silence before he spoke,

"My ship," he began slowly,

"it isn't just a ship. It's also a Time Machine… We could travel Galaxies, planets, hundreds of years before or after now and I could return you here— with only 5 minutes have passing."

Your eyes stare ahead distantly, pondering the endless possibilities. Running away to travel different galaxies in different times with a Madman in an incredibly blue box; leading the way with a curious device called the Sonic Screwdriver?

Trusting him with your life; and possibly you with his?

He held out his hand which had hid politely behind his back. He breaths your name,

"Do you want to travel with me?"

I don't see why not.