"Happy birthday," the man said.

He was a fairly tall man, with spiky brown hair that sprang upwards—a fringe hung down from one side of his face. He wore a long brown coat, a blue suit and a faded red tie with small blue stripes. Strange enough, his shoe choice were bright red converse, which did not at all match his style of clothing.

It was October 31st, 2009. Her birthday.

"Oh, daddy, it's beautiful!" she exclaimed. "It's just like yours!"

She was a tall girl for her age, with waist-long matching brown hair and caramel colored eyes. She wore a brown shirt with the Reese's Peanut Butter Cup's logo on it, and dark-tinted jeans. She wore converse as well, but a glittery sapphire substituted the red. Many round bracelets circled her wrists, and she wore one dangling silver earring with a sapphire attached, and one dangling gold earring with a ruby attached.

She grinned, clapping her hands.

"And here's your key." He held it out with a smile.

Her face filled with more excitement, as she grabbed the key and hurried to open the doors of the blue police box.

When the lock clicked, the young teen threw open the door and clambered inside. Her brown eyes widened in awe, staring at the large interior. It was just like the TARDIS, but there was something different.

"Blue!" she cried. "You tinted the lights blue!"

"Your favorite color."

"Oh, daddy, it's perfect!" she said. "Oh, but I'm going to miss you terribly."

"Oh, noooo," he laughed. "I'll be back before you know it. You won't miss me a bit."

"So it's all mine?"

"It's all yours." He told her. He headed back towards the door. "Well, Karma, I guess this is good-bye for now."

"Oh, daddy, don't cry," Karma said, running to hug him one last time, to make the tears go away. She stepped back and saluted him. "Well, Doctor, I shall see you soon."

The Doctor smiled. He started out the door. Halfway out, he paused.

"Karma?"

"Yes?"

"Here. A little . . . side present." The Doctor shrugged off his coat and held it out. "A little something to remind you of me."

Karma took the coat, slipping it over her fragile shoulders.

"Thank you," she called, but the door was already closed.

Karma grinned, running back towards the middle of her TARDIS. Pulling a few switches, and pushing a few buttons, she started it.

The Doctor looked one last time at the clearing, as his daughter disappeared from sight.

"Good luck."