Ask who he is
You snatch your wrist away. "Who exactly arr you?" You
demand. The man looks at you with dark brown eyes. They're strangely
old, as if they've seen centuries. But the man can't be older than 35.
"I'm called the Doctor." He says.
"The Doctor."
He nods. "Follow me." He turns and goes the way he came, his
long brown trench coat sweeping the dirty streets.
