-In the Streets of a Random City in America-

All of the sudden there was a noise and a blue box appeared. A man stepped out.

"Ahh," he said, taking a breath, "the sweet smell of America! Now, where's the newspaper?" The man looked around but saw nothing. "That's weird; I thought every city had a local newspaper." Then the man saw a boy.

"Excuse me, large-headed boy, may I ask what year it is?" the man asked, running toward the boy.

"My head's not big!" the boy shouted, and told him what year it was.

"Thought so…" said the man with his thoughts trailing away. "I'm the Doctor, what's your name?"

"Doctor who?" the large-headed kid asked.

"Just the Doctor, simply the Doctor. Now then, your name is?"

"Sorry, um… Doctor, it's Dib," the boy replied.

"Hmm… Dib." The Doctor rolled the name around in his mouth. "Nice name, I like it. Now, I have a very important question to ask you."

Dib's eyes grew wide. "Yes?"

"Where are we?"

"America," Dib said, disappointed.

"I knew that!" the Doctor exclaimed. "The state or the city, either's fine!"

"Umm… I don't think anybody knows that," Dib said uncertainly but trying to be helpful, "not even President Man, but I know we're on Main Street! You sound British!" Dib sounded astonished.

"Shows you what spending years in Great Britain can do to you," the Doctor replied.

"Well, I have to go to school-"

The Doctor cut him off. "You seem like the kind of observant young boy I'm looking for. Meet me here after school and say the words, 'a madman with a box,' okay?" With that, the Doctor ran off, shouting behind him "and look out for people who aren't themselves!" Then the Doctor was gone.

"What a weird man," said Dib. "Aaand I'm talking to myself again, aren't I?" He sighed. "I wonder what he meant by 'not themselves'…" Dib thought out loud as he walked through the Skool's doors.