"How did we do that?" The Doctor asked himself after walking out of the TARDIS and putting on shades. "North America, 2010, United States, but," He licked his finger, and held it up in the air, "there's something different about this."

The TARDIS made a beeping sound, voicing her thoughts about the matter.

"No, it's not because they have flatter accents."

"It's because Boy Scouts can do stuff you can't Doctor." A young girl said walking by him.

"Oh, okay," he replied shrugging his shoulders. "Wait, did she just call me Doctor?" He pulled the shades down, and looked in her direction. "Oi you! Wait!" And took off running, "Wait!"

But she had already disappeared around a corner, and soon entered a building.

"Great I lost her, and she knows who I am too."

"And I didn't scream, or try to hug you senseless."

The Doctor turned around, "Hello, I would introduce myself, but it appears you already know!"

"As I do, But I should still introduce myself," the young girl said, "I'm Chrissy McIntire."

"Well, hello Chrissy, you have a good point, girls usually sworm around me."

"I'm not your usual girl."

"Really?"

"Yep, Now leave, I have better things to do than talk with you."

"Wait, hold it," He said, "You have better thing to do than talk to me the hero of the universe?"

"Yep," Chrissy said as she walked away.

"Hold it." The Doctor said, "You're lying."

"Go, I don't like you."

"No."

"You're a Riot, go."

"You're lying."

"Not everybody likes you, go."

And then he faded, and left Chrissy alone.