A. Amelia

He had been following Amelia Pond. He always followed Amelia. Ever since he was six and she was five. Amelia never paid any attention him, she was to absorbed in her own little fantasies. Rory's step-parents had told him that Amelia's parents had died when she was little and she was being raised by her Aunt Sharon. But Sharon was hardly ever around, going on week long trips and leaving her niece at home, not even hiring a babysitter. So Rory had hired himself.

At eight-years-old, Rory Williams was very good at hiding and climbing trees. So he was sat in the tree outside Amelia's room, sharing his looks between the young girl and the front door. He was sure Amelia had seen him but he thought she might be used to him following her around. She was kneeling by her bed, praying. He couldn't hear her but he doubted she was praying to God. He had once seen her fight her aunt over going to church.

A strange sound filled the air and Rory fell out of the tree as a blue box crashed into Amelia's shed. Amelia ran out the door, ignored Rory and headed straight towards the blue box. Rory held his head in his hands, trying to remember what his step-dad told him about being hit on the head. The only thing that came to mind was slight memory loss.

He stood up when a piece of bread flew out of the door and a strange man shouted 'And stay out!' Rory rushed to the window as the man started eating fish fingers and dipping them in custard. Amelia was smiling and, as the man stood up, she smirked at Rory. The two of them walked upstairs and Rory scrambled back up the tree.

As he reached the top, he saw the crack in Amelia's wall expand and glow. An eye appeared in it and Amelia looked up at the man before glancing at him. Despite being terrified, he sent her a confident smile. At least he hoped it was confident.

The crack glowed and disappeared. The strange man ran out of the house and Amelia followed. He jumped back into the box which disappeared. Amelia ran back into the house and into her bedroom, packed her suitcase and ran back outside.

She sat down on her suitcase and sat there, waiting. Rory didn't know what but, when Amelia turned to smile at him, he climbed down and went to sit next to her. He turned to look at her.

'So who was he?'

'The Doctor. My Raggedy Doctor.'

They sat there for a few minutes before she turned to him.

'What's your name?'

He smiled slightly and held his hand out. 'Rory Williams. Nice to meet you Amelia.'