It was a dark night, with the only sources of light being the full moon and stars. A young woman, around twenty years old, walked briskly along the dirt road to her night shift as a guard at Wheatfield Manor, Winston Churchill's vacation home. Her name was Ashlynn Silverworth. Suddenly, Ashlynn heard a growling noise behind her. She turned and saw a huge wolf standing on its hind legs, towering over her. Ashlynn let out a sound that was an odd mixture of a gasp and a scream and began to run as fast as her legs could carry her. Unfortunately for her, the wolf was far faster, devouring the distance between them with mere leaps. With a roar, the beast leapt over Ashlynn and pinned her to the ground.
The next morning, Ashlynn's body was found lying in a pool of dried blood, her throat ripped open. At first glances, it appeared to be the work of a serial killer. But upon closer inspection by the medical examiner, it was revealed that Ashlynn's death wasn't caused by man nor woman, but an animal.
The Doctor's green eyes slowly fluttered open. He sat up and stretched for a moment, then hopped out of bed, dressing quickly. The Time Lord snatched a bagel from the TARDIS kitchen, wolfing it down as he headed to the control room. "How's my old girl this morning?" the Doctor asked, patting the console. The TARDIS responded with a soft melodic thrum that the Time Lord found pleasing. He smiled and gave the console one last pat before giving his companions their wake-up call. One by one, they slowly stumbled out of their rooms: Rory struggling to swallow a huge yawn, Amy rubbing the sleep from her eyes, along with mascara from the day before. Only River was the one fully dressed and awake, eagerly awaiting the adventures the new day would bring.
"Mornin'!" the Gallifreyan grinned. "Ready for today's adventures?"
"Speaking of which, where are we going today, Doctor?" Amy wondered. "Well," the Doctor began, "that's a surprise. You all go and have something to eat. See you later." Rory and Amy then walked off in the direction of the kitchen. That just left him and River alone.
"Hello, sweetie," River whispered as they shared a hug. "Oh, River, you're the one I love most in this universe." He pulled away from her and walked toward the console, flipping switches and pushing buttons. Just then, Amy and Rory appeared, holding hands and various breakfast foods. "Hey, you all right, River?" Amy asked.
"Hm? Oh, yes, I'm fine; just a little tired." River muttered.
"Oi, Doctor!" Amy yelled. "Are you finally gonna tell us where we're going today?" "Nope, you're not getting anything out of me!" the Time Lord yelled back. "Ah, well; we're nearly there anyways, so not much longer, now!" The TARDIS let out a few low, booming thrums, the signal that they were rapidly travelling through the vortex. "Laaaaaaaaannnnnding!" The force of the impact knocked them onto their backs. He laughed. "1946: right after the second World War. Fortunately for Britain, they were able to pull through with the help of Winston Churchill."
"Wait, you mean we're going to go visit the Winston Churchill?" Rory gaped. "Yup!" the Doctor exclaimed, popping the 'p.' "Winston's been feeling a bit down lately, so I thought we'd go and cheer him up." The Time Lord then proceeded to bound down the ramp from the console to the TARDIS doors. "Come along, Ponds!" He opened the blue wooden doors and loped out, Amy, River and Rory tailing after the Gallifreyan.