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Hey Doctor, so I babysat Jillian again, and like I said, she had questions. One of them were, wich alien scares you the most? She said that Cybermen scares her, so she was wondering if anything scared you.
"Ohh, well, we all get scared don't we? Daleks definitely scare me the most, but don't worry, Jillian, I'll keep you safe from them and the Cybermen."
"Because you know what? I think they're a lot more scared of me."
Yes! I'm going to be babysitting the little girl (Jillian) on Thursday again! *Fist pumps* Get ready to answer some... intresting questions, Doctor. I'm sure she will have a boat load of them. I told her so many stories about you. Well, if you don't mind, I mean. :)
"No, no, I don't mind at all! Tell Jillian that I look forward to talking to her again."
"Uh... Well, My name is Alma." She raised an eyebrow. "Nice pajamas, and what kind of Phone box is this? Also, do you mind if I stay in here for a little bit, some people where-- oh, nevermind." She walked over to the seat and sat down.
The Doctor glanced down at what he was wearing and cleared his throat. "Thanks, they are nice, aren't they?" he rattled, more out of disinterest than embarrassment. "Alma, I'm the Doctor. It's-- not usual that I get visitors."
Alma was running down a alley at 3 am. She was runnig from some thugs that thought it would be fun to chase a teenage girl. She skidded to a halt at what looked like a police call box. Alma furrowed her brow, what would one of those be doing in this small town of America? She shook off those thoughts when she heard one of the thugs voice. Swiftly, she opened the door and slid in. Alma locked the door, then turned around, only to see an oddly familiar man - still in his pajamas. "Uh, Hi..."
Sometimes when you had all the time in the universe, it was nice to wander around in nothing but your pyjamas. Sometimes when you’re alone and you’re tired, it’s refreshing. No constricting suits or shirts. Just soft silk jimjams, messy hair, and bare feet.
Which was all fun and fine until you had a visitor.
"Um."
"Sorry." The Doctor shifted and smoothed down the front of his button-up. “Who… are you?"
