InsaneJournal

After that unfortunately abrupt, brief interaction with the pretty young woman who seemed to think he was a clone (really, a clone?) the Doctor had focused blue eyes onto the gym across the way and was once again looking down at the strange little box of 'goodies' he'd been left. Really, he was quite thankful that he'd run into the nutter when he had.. she hadn't reacted well to his calling himself The Doctor at all. Sometimes it was like that.. sometimes he'd been places that he didn't remember being, and met people he didn't remember meeting, because he hadn't been there yet. And really, if he'd announced that he was The Doctor in front of a group full of people.. and they had reacted the way she had? Well, he didn't want to become public enemy number one in this little town he knew nothing of. He already held that title in other places and wasn't very proud of it. Well. Okay, maybe sometimes he was. But only when he gave into that little urge twitching at the back of his mind.

From now on, he'd be John Smith.

And once he'd decided that, John Smith was calmly making his way across the dirty, dusty road and towards the large structure across from the post office. The girl had seemed amiable enough before he'd given himself a designation.. so maybe the rest of the people would be just as nice to John Smith as she had been to the nameless man with the box.