"A Prologue Which Explains Absolutely Nothing"

It has been quite a while since I've traveled with the Doctor. Years, decades. Well, barely half of one. Six or seven years. From my point of view, anyway. I have no idea how long it's been for him since he's seen me.

I almost didn't recognize him. He regenerated; how many times over since the last, I wonder. He looked so different. He didn't wear that long brown coat, or his grungy trainers, or his "brainy specs". It may have taken a bit, but soon enough I recognized him. He was different from 'my Doctor', but I could still see him in there.

Even now, looking into a completely new face, somehow, I could see him.


He did it again, changed his whole appearance, again. How does he do that? Is there some kind of Time Lord plastic surgery thing they do? And why do they do that? What's the point?

Whatever, not really my business how or why, but why didn't he tell me in the beginning? Why'd he lie? What was he playing at? You never know with this guy what he's up to. Not even after he's done doing it.

If he's here, it can only mean one thing; trouble. And if there's trouble; basically, run. I thought I was done with all this. Obviously not.


Working with an agency that basically hunts down aliens is defiantly one of the most rewarding, most exhausting, most maddening thing anyone can ever do. Unless, of course, you've worked with the Doctor; in which case, even a bad day at work is a cake walk compared to what you've done with him. I didn't realize how much I missed him until I realized that it was him.

AN- Hey guys! Hope this story's just as good as my first. This is a sequel to my story 11, 12, 14. My original character, Maya is back, kicking butt with the Doctor. I'm trying to make this story a stand alone so you don't have to read the first one to understand what's going on. Please review! Wonder where you guys think this one's going? =]