"Why here?" Amy asked sceptically, as The Doctor pounded open the Tardis doors, bursting out in an elaborate 'hello' to the new scenery, "any reason in particular?"
"Why should there be?" The Doctor requested, "I'm up for a relaxing trip."
"You say that but it usually ends in us getting chased by Daleks or something."
"Well no Daleks here; I don't think anyway. I'm just having a wander. There's always something happening."
The Doctor walked forward examining the area he had landed in: "nice, always lovely to come back to earth."
"Sounds like a song."
"Yes, yes, I could do that actually."
They had landed in what looked like the countryside of England; with trees dotted here and there visible in the distance, hedges and fields sectioned by country lanes which winded round collective masses of shrubs.
The Doctor and Amy stood on a little lane near the start of a village, a sign erected for advertisement sat on the corner of the road. Its metallic base grounded in the earth, leaving it to absorb the summer's sun which shone harsh on those exposed.
"What language is that?" Amy questioned, peering closer at the sign.
"Good question," The Doctor breathed, moving closer to the sign which seemed to have etched in black symbols which were obviously foreign.
"Are we in England?" Amy readdressed.
"Yes," The Doctor stated, "but I don't think that signs an accident."
"Well of course it isn't; it's there to tell people something."
"Exactly," The Doctor said, "but what's it telling them?"