“Finally, I’ve been waiting for you for nearly half and hour, mister,” she said walking up to the man in the bow tie. “You know, for a Time Lord, you’re quite lacking when it comes to punctuality. You should know better than to make me wait, clever boy, but I guess I can find a way for you to make it up to me.”
She grabbed his face and kissed him like she had done so many times before, but something was off. She pulled back, frowning.
“You are not The Doctor. What are you? Are you a shapeshifter?”