The room was quite large, even for the 40s. About 10 years had passed, and this sitting room took up almost all of the space in their quaint little house. A coffee table adorned with white flowers sat in the middle of a room, illuminated by natural light bleeding in through the windows. A stack of newspapers piled up on the floor next to it, with almost none of them read. The walls seemed to make the room much lighter, painted a light shade of green, accenting the white motifs found throughout the room – on chairs, in the flowers, on the banisters. And in this room, standing there with her hands on her hips, she shook her head in disbelief as he watched, sitting in a rickety old chair, placed next to a bouquet of white flowers on the coffee table.

"I honestly can't believe you. Almost 10 years now, without anything going wrong, it's right now that you lose our cell phones?"

"What's the big deal? They're dead. Not gonna make too much of a difference now. We certainly don't have the chargers for them."

Sighing while running her hands through her orange hair in exasperation, continued, "Do I have to spell it out for you, Rory? Those things are 70 years ahead of our world's time! What's gonna happen when someone finds these? What'll they think?"

"Relax, Amy. Maybe you need a Doctor…"

"We're not using the D word anymore, Rory!"

"Alright, no need to push it any further, then."

"When did you lose them?"

Two or three beads of sweat made their way down to the middle of Rory's face. Hesitating a bit, with a quite angered wife in front of him, he slowly continued, "…about two weeks ago…"

"I thought you said they were locked up in your closet!"

"Did you ever check? I don't even have a closet!"

"Why did you lie?"

"I decided to get them out of their box, just to get a reminder of what our life was. Remember when I went out to the shop two weeks ago?"

"…yes…"

"I pulled them out at one point, and they fell out of my grasp. I didn't see where they went. No one was around me, though."

"Do you know what you could have done?" She angrily sat down in a chair right behind her, and glanced down. Her expression changed instantly, as she leaned forward, gaping at the headline in the newspaper at the top of the pile. She bent down, and feverishly examined it, before thrusting it forward to Rory.

"Don't ask. Just read it."

The paper read, "Discovered Alien Technology? This past week, two pieces of unfamiliar technology, possibly of extraterrestrial origin, were recently found near town center. We have top scientists analyzing the data, but so far, all results are inconclusive." The photo consisted of the two cell phones, now in a science laboratory of some sort, undergoing testing.

Amy slammed her fist into the pile, flapping pages, and spreading out the papers in a fan formation. "I can't believe this is happening, Rory! We swore we wouldn't let anything from the 21st century get out like this!"

Rory, however, had his eyes fixated on the fanned papers, which each had the first few letters of their headlines visible. He slowly got up, and placed the new newspaper atop the stack, allowing the bottom paper's headline to be visible.

"What are you…" Her blood froze, stopping her from moving any further. "…doing?"

They looked at the stack, then back at each other. The first letters of each of the headlines were laid out in sequence, and they looked in awe as three words were spelt out, starting at the bottom of the stack, ending with the D of Discovered at the top.

"Come Along Pond"