This chapter, and most likely only this chapter, will feature songs by Chameleon Circuit. They do Doctor Who related songs.

Apologies if The Doctor is not portrayed as on tv, keep in mind that I'm not Stephen Moffat or Matt Smith.

I walked down the street, listening to Chameleon Circuit through the earphones connected to an Ipod in my pocket. "The Timelords returning, the earth will be burning, the last white point star is a trap for the Master." I sung along with the song, The Doctor is Dying. Then I heard what I swear was a gasp or something, like an exclamation of surprise. Curious, I paused the music and looked around. Nothing. Nothing out of the ordinary at least. So I un-paused it and kept walking. The sound was probably just my imagination, I mean who would randomly gasp in the middle of the street.

The temperature began to drop. Well, it had been for a while, but it was only noticable now. Mentally I cursed myself for not thinking ahead and bringing a jacket. I looked around for somewhere warm I could go so that I wasn't stuck out here where I would probably freeze to death. Across the street there was a small little restaurant. Quickly I jogged over and went inside. I sat at a table and ordered something. Who knew how long it would take for it to warm up? Might as well get something to eat while I waited.

Once my food arrived I ate it slowly. I sat by the window, so I could see the outside pretty well. Grey clouds covered the sky, making it seem like someone had set the world brightness to dim. Almost instantaneously snow started to fall. It was light, if it stayed like this it would only be a light dusting. However, if it got worse then getting home would be a nightmare.

I finished my food and saw that it was indeed getting worse. Best to get out before I had to find out if it was a new 24 hour restaurant or not. I payed the bill and headed for the door. Stepping outside the cold hit me. The air seemed to be at absolute zero. My fingers numbed immediately, and the blood in my arms seemed to become more solid. My brain recovered from the shock and I began to walk. Getting home before my legs stopped working was my number one priority.

Needing a distraction I somehow managed to turn on my Ipod. Big Bang Two began playing. I could practically feel my lips turning blue as I began to mumble words to the song.

"The Doctor's stuck in the Pandorica, Amy might be dead and Rory's a Roman with a gun inside his hand, seems like things aren't going as planned. River's in the TARDIS, the TARDIS is on fire, she's feeling the heat on repeat she'll require someone she can trust, someone with a bow tie, but he's been locked up and left to die."

"How do you know all of that?"

I froze, my hand pausing the music. That voice. I know that voice. Part of my mind told me that it wasn't possible, but the other part screamed that yes, it is possible. It's possible and it's happening.

"I don't have time for you to stand there, well. Yes I do have time, I have all sorts of time. But that doesn't change the fact that you should answer my question!"

A smile spread on my face, and my eyes widened. That was definitely his voice. Excitement filled me, and I felt like I could lift a mountain with all of the energy that I had inside of me. "No way." I said under my breath as I began to turn.

"No way what? Why do you seem so shocked?"

That accent. Oh that lovely, wonderful British accent. I turned and saw him. His face tilted slightly upward, and his face contorted in such a way that only he could achieve. He had a striped white collared shirt. He had a tweed jacket with elbow patches. His hair was luscious, bizarre, and swept over his head to the right. And around his neck rested a simple red bow tie.

"Oh. My. Gosh. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh! Oh my flippin' gosh!" I spun around, letting out a noise that was a mix between a squeal and shout. "It's really you." I stopped and took a step towards him. "You're really here. It's really you!"

"What are you babbling on about? Of course it's me!" he said.

Around then is when I noticed the blue police phone call box behind him. "Oh my gosh!" I squealed, totally fangirling out. My feet carried me forward and I hugged the wood. "It's the TARDIS! You're really here. And this is really the TARDIS!" That's when I realized something. "Wait. Are you Matt Smith being the Doctor or are you just the Doctor?"

"Who in the bloody universe is Matt Smith? You got the last name right at least." He fixed his bow tie. "Wait a minute." He said this in his accusing voice and pointed a finger at me. "You still haven't answered my question. And here's another thing, how do you know who I am?"

"Uh, um, I can't tell you. That is classified information." I held my breath, hoping that when I released it I wouldn't hyperventilate.

"Who cares for classified information? I read classified information like it's the newspaper and I'm having tea!" The Doctor said.

My heart fluttered in my chest. This was really him. It isn't an act. The Doctor's real, and he's right in front of me. "Fine." I said, sounding far more calm than I felt. "I was simply singing a song my Chameleon Circuit.

"The broken function of the TARDIS has a song?" He looked so confused by that.

"No, Chameleon Circuit is a band. They sing songs related to Doctor Who." I saw that he was about to ask. "It's a tv show about all of your adventures. Featuring the Weeping Angels, the Daleks, the Vashta Nerada, pretty much evil Christmas everything, and let's not forget your companions." My heart rate was beginning to go down and I suddenly realized how cold I was. "May I pop in for a sec? I might turn into a popsicle before we can finish the conversation otherwise." I motioned towards the TARDIS.

He sighed. "Well all right. You seem to know everything anyway, and I need an explanation." He snapped his fingers and the TARDIS doors opened.