Prophecy (Chapter 1)

There are two trillion galaxies estimated to be in the universe. One hundred million stars in each. There are twenty billion Earth-like planets thought to reside in the universe. Each one possibly holding a new species of life. There is one Earth. There is one me. And there was no way for me to know that it would be me who was to be put in this situation. Because when it came down to it, this situation was unbelievable. Who would have thought that I would be the lucky person to be in this exact spot, at this exact time, waiting, for an unknown reason, for someone I had never met. It was preposterous. I had been waiting for this exact moment, this exact second, for my entire life. I didn't understand the severity of this situation until it happened. I was nae to think that this encounter would be anything but bad. I was wrong. I was stupid. But in the end, it would always be me who would be picked. It was part of the prophecy, written in the stars, foretold millions of years before the fateful occurrence. The date was set, the time, the setting. But I wasn't ready for this. I thought it would be a walk in the park, a piece of cake. But no, it wasn't. And I would be quick to learn that. It was this day, September tenth, seventeen years ago, that I was born. An extraordinary infant, as my family described me. A blessing to the universe. It was this day, that the prophecy would commence. London Eye, September tenth, 1980, at exactly midday. I was there. But it was only 11:52.
I heard a buzzing in my left ear. I turned around, coming face to face with a tall made wearing a bowtie and suspenders. He was holding a green buzzing thing to my head, which made me scared that he was trying to rip off my ear. "Excuse me..." His hand dropped to his side, the buzzing gone. "Who are you?" I asked.
"I'm the Doctor." He told me.
"I'm sorry, who?"
"The Doctor."
"Doctor, who?" I said.
"Just... The Doctor." I looked at him in suspicion and checked the watch on my left wrist.
"Well, if you'll excuse me, I'm waiting for someone, or something, to arrive." I said, shooing him away.
"Yes, that's me." The Doctor said as he pocketed his green, flashy device, and checked his watch with a frown. "But I'm a wee bit early..."
"You can't be, my entire life is residing on this moment, and if I screw it up, the world with be destroyed, so if you excuse me..."
"Yes, well, I'm a bit early. You must be Ophelia." The Doctor said.
"How do you know my name?" I asked. He was starting to creep me out, making me feel weird about the current situation.
"I know everything there is to know about you. Ophelia Collins. Seventeen. Born September tenth, 1963. Happy Birthday by the way! You recently graduated from London University with a degree in Architecture." He said happily.
"How do you know about me?" I asked.
"Follow me." He directed for me to follow him. Out of instinct, I obeyed, just like I had done my entire life. "Have you ever wondered how the prophecy came to be?" The Doctor asked me as we walked.
"No." I said. "Wait, how do you know about that?"
"Well, I was there." At this I laughed.
"You were there? I'm sorry to disappoint you mister, but that prophecy was foretold millions of years ago." I said, looking at him directly in the eye.
"Exactly." He smirked playfully. Who was this 'Doctor'? Was he a madman? Was he a stalker? Was he crazy? Or was he sincere? Time would tell, for I had much to learn. He pulled out a key from his pocket and stopped in front of a blue police box.
"What are you doing?" I asked suspiciously as he placed the key in the lock and turned it. He headed inside, leaving me outside. There was absolutely no way I was stepping into a dusty, old, cramped, police box with a strange man with a buzzing, green light. No way! I stayed outside, waiting for The Doctor to notice my absence, which didn't take long because a second later his head peered around the door.
"What are you doing out here?" He asked, as if bewildered that I chose not to enter.
"I'm not going in there with you!" I half yelled. "I just met you! You could be a paedophile! And it's cramped!" I stood my ground, arms crossed, my poker-face on. He laughed.
"Firstly, I'm not human, let alone a paedophile. Secondly, you haven't just met me, you've known me your whole life. And thirdly, the TARDIS is the standard size for a ship." He said, barely letting me get a word in. I stood there with a blank expression on my face.
"You're ridiculous!" I exclaimed. "Of course you're human! I have just met you! And it's a police box! It's cramped!"
"Ophelia," He said calmly. "You need to come in. The fate of the universe depends on it."
"How do I know you're not lying?" I asked.
"If you step inside, you'll find out." He walked back inside. With a deep breath, I slowly opened the door, and took one step in. I was shocked. It was bigger on the inside. I walked back outside, running around the blue box once, then running inside again. "Do you like it?" He asked.
"It's bigger on the inside!" I yelled, watching the console in amazement. "How is this possible?"
"As I said before," He started turning knobs and flicking switches. "I'm not human, this is my ship."
"You were serious!?" I needed to sit down. I've had my fair share of crazy encounters before, but this was unreal! "What are you doing?!" I yelled at him as he started running around the ship pressing buttons.
"Taking you somewhere."
"Where exactly?" I asked, and he pointed to the door.
"Your destiny awaits!" He ran for the door. I followed him, my head still spinning from this crazy situation. Was he always this crazy? As I reached the door, I stopped, staring the scenery. "You like it?" The Doctor asked.
"We've moved!" I yelled to nobody. "We've actually moved!"
"Of course! Ophelia, did you really think that I would take you somewhere unexciting?" The Doctor said with a goofy smile.
"Who are you really?" I asked. He smirked at me.
"I'm the Doctor."
"Yes! But who is 'The Doctor'?"
"Me!"
"But who are you?" I asked exasperated. "Are you human? Are you crazy? What do you do for a living?" I pointed to a bowl of custard fish fingers in his hands. "Where did you get that?"
"These are my favourites!" He said as he took a bite. "Want to try some?" I shook my head in disgust.