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Thirteen POV:
She was just taking a stroll along a Victorian street in Lonfon when someone bowled her over. Falling to the ground with a grunt, she quickly scrambled to her feet to see someone weaving through the crowds. Without hesitation, she pursued.
Passing people giving her weird looks (a lady??? Running??? Like a madman???) and market stalls selling all a manner of things. Meats, fabrics, candles, jewelry, vegetables, fruit and more.
Lucky for her, the person she was chasing was s aslow runner and probably didn't have a whole lot of stamina. They ducked off into an alley. Looking around as inconspicuously as she could, she followed.
The doctor let the person catch their breath and she took a moment to take a good look at them. It was a short, probably fifteen girl with a longish pixie cut and a sideswept fringe. Plastic glasses- wait plastic? Something wasn't right her. She also had braces and was wearing a woolen jumper (sweater) and brown pants.
"Hello! I'm the doctor! Hey- what were you running from?" She asked, slouching to be more level with the girl.
"The Hat Man" was her answer. Aussie accent. noted.
"Who's the Hat Man?" She asked.
"A dickwad won't leave me the fuck alone", replied the girl, standing up straight and fixing her jumper, "been following me since I was ten".
"And how old are you now?" She stood up straight as well.
"Fifteen. Wait- why are you asking me this? And why am I answering?"
"Plot stuff", The Doctor brushed aside, "why's he chasing you?"
"I dunno. He's a crappy guy who has a habit of hating the youth."
Aoife POV:
Okay. Who is this British but different lady and why was she interrogating her? She just wanted a moment of peace away from The Hat Man and without people thinking she's mad as a hatter.
She tried to ignore the stitch in her side and one of her elastics on her braces being gone. She would put in a new one in a sec. She had to find out this ladies deal.
"Okay. It's freezing and I can't put in my braces elastic without a mirror cause I suck. I'm going home and you can follow me if you like but it's your choice mate" she announced, heading toward her home.
"I'll come with!" the lady-she highly doubted Doctor was her real name and refused to call her that in her mind- called out, taking a few bigger steps to catch up, "so, what's your name?" The Doctor- lady is kinda disrespectful- asked.
"Aoife. Spelt A-O-I-F-E and no one's says it right based on spelling." She duck under a big tray on bread two men were holding. "Is 'Doctor' you're true name? Cause it sounds fake. Oo- are you spy? It would be so cool if you were a spy!" Her eyes got wide at the possibilities of meeting a spy.
"Everyone calls me 'Doctor' or 'The Doctor'. No one knows my true name and I intend to keep it that way. I'm not a spy but I did break into the oval office once! With my TARDIS."
She frowned in thought.
"What's a TARDIS?"