The young man stumbled his way into the Post office surprised to see that it was somewhat busy. “Huh.” He said allow looking around. Obviously the look of interest and excitement from walking into a post office confused onlookers while others completely ignored his presence.

The Doctor turned on his heel starting in the direction he direction he was feeling before realizing he nearly smacked into a woman who was holding her phone and giving a funny expression. “Oh!” His voice was filled with a sense of urgency and snagged the phone from her. Sliding the little bar he placed it to his ear. “Hello? No this isn’t Hazel.” His blue eyes flicked to the girl he took the phone from, memorizing her face and documenting in his busy mind her name. “Oh me, I’m the Doctor.” He said in the phone, “Why would you call Miss Hazel? Oh… Oh I see… you don’t want to tell me. Don’t hang up, don’t… do… drat.” He said sharply pulling the phone away from his ear and staring down at it for a moment.

Turning to the girl named Hazel he gave her a smile. “Hi. You got a weird phone call, they know you but you don’t know them. You might want to get a new phone. Not a number, a whole phone. So I’ll take this and you won’t have to worry about it. Bye.” Talking faster than his tongue should have been able to keep up, The Doctor was out the door and half way down the road before long. His pen in his hand he was scanning over the front of the screen with the tip making noise of ‘oh’ and ‘ah’ and ‘huh’ as he did. Maybe it had something to do that he was going through some of her personal information… or it could have to do with the phone call he was now tracking. See! Something interesting always happens saving him from being bored!