The eyes of the Doctor scanned the blonde up and down several times, scrutinizing her from head to toe. He silently questioned her human authenticity. Was she for real or was she the alien in disguise? Were those sugary goods a genuine sign of hospitality, or, were they a poisonous trick? After all, he had never seen such delights before. Of course, they did bare a resemblance to small sugary cakes that he swore he tried once before… or had he yet to try them? Sometimes, he became confused to what had occurred in his duration of existence and what was to come. With so much time on his hands, sometimes his “life” was nothing but a lonely blur.

Speaking of loneliness, the man could sense the aura of solitude emitting from this female and couldn’t help but feel rather empathetic. Maybe she was, indeed, a real human being with nothing else better to do with her time other than visit new neighbors and pass out sugar coated chemically baked dough. The Doctor really wasn’t sure what made each human being tick and that, quite frankly, excited him a trivial amount. “Anything I need?” he repeated, wondering what she was to gain in response, “I don’t suppose I really need anything..” A companion would have been nice but, no, he wasn’t sure about this one yet and he was rather stuck for a lot of time in the location until time had passed to a point where he felt safe to travel again. “Ah, World War Two,” he repeated, “I recall the Beer Hall and the taste of brats in Germany as if it was yesterday…” He found himself drifting into thought – until he just realized what he said. “Of course, it was on the telly just yesterday,” the man quickly tossed a recovery, “If you aren’t busy, Rose, why not come in for a bit of tea?” 

Quickly, to avoid her questioning the statement, he took hold of her arm in a very careful and tender manner, and pulled her inside. “Make yourself at home,” he commented and ushered her forward. While she stepped before him, he quickly took out his sonic screwdriver and scanned her just to be on the safe side. When no alarm chased the scan, he knew the girl was not a threat to him whatsoever – and it felt rather nice. The apartment was rather cookie cutter – literally, as if he pulled the image from a magazine. The apartment even came with a fluffy white furball that waddled its way into the living room upon the manifestation of another being in the household. The white cat sat at the feet of Rose and meowed for attention.

“I’ll get that tea started,” he stated, leaving the girl to get cozy in the living room. The whole apartment was color coded in neutral shades: beige, off white, and metal grey. The floors were hardwood, except for the living room that had a white carpet. The Doctor went into the kitchen and began filling the kettle with hot water. “And yes,” he finally replied in a rather somber tone of voice, “I am quite alone.” Once he became the War Doctor, he took no one as his companion, save for the computer generated vision of someone yet to come but he couldn’t remember what she looked like; all that stayed in his head was Bad Wolf – for whatever that meant. The Doctor quietly hummed as he prepared two mugs with earl grey tea bags. “So Rose, tell me what do you do?” he inquired a little, “Tell me about yourself.” The man propped himself forward on the breakfast counter looking into the living room at the blonde. She was, indeed, quite attractive. A little on the young side, but age never really was an issue to him considering how old he really was. 

It wasn’t long before the tea started to whistle upon its acceleration to temperature. The man took the crimson kettle off the black stove and poured equal amounts of hot water into each mug with the addition of sugar. He then brought both mugs over to the microfiber beige couch and sat the two on the coffee table before he plopped onto couch himself. Was this was what a normal human life felt like? It was quite serene. Maybe, one day, he could feel at ease like this moment. No worries. No cares. No stress..

In the distance, several yards away from the apartment, the bounty hunter was observing a flashing light on some futuristic tracking device. The creature had a helmet, and covered from head to toe in scale-like armor, except for fingers which were exposed through fingerless gauntlets. The fingers were long, thick, and green in color, similar to that belonging to ogres in fairytales. The creature’s growl seemed akin to a starving bear with several clicks in between the deep tone.