"I'm The Doctor, bitch." You say as you lean the chair back, throw your feet up on the table, and your hands behind your head. "No you're not, you're not even a companion. We've contacted him." You nearly fall to the floor out of shock.
Writing prompt: After hitting your head you've seem most people as these horrifying and ugly beings as if they had suddenly lost their masks. The crazy town-hobo notices you gawking one day and asks: "Wait, you can see them too?