He was a rather non-descript man; neither of great height nor short stature, of grand dress nor shoddy garb, of chiseled features nor slovenly visage. But, it should be noted, he did whip his multi-coloured scarf around his neck with superb flair.

The attractive girl who chased after him was desperate to match his pace. This was, after all, the man who had just saved her life from a multitude of three-foot long half-fly, half-kitten creatures that wanted to turn her into their queen.

“Who,” she gasped, still catching her breath, “are you?”

“Me?” he smiled. “Nobody.” He reached into his thick, tweed overcoat and drew forth a plain white bag. “Gummy Bear™?” he asked.

“Um… no thanks,” she replied, gently pushing the plain white bag away. “Just… please… who are you?”

“I’m a Doctor,” he replied, continuing his stroll like it was just another day.

“Doctor…” her pause was pregnant, desperate to be filled.

“I’m the sole medical expert of Who-ville, home of my family, the Whos.” He turned to her. “Need a ride?”