Amy is walking home from a day spent outside, Rory's hand intertwined with hers, the pair laughing. Amy grips a grey shopping bag filled with new clothes, and Rory holds a small box of fresh baked cinnamon rolls in his free hand.

It's evening, wisps of pure white clouds smeared across the crimson fire sky like paint on a canvas, the sun casting dark, lanky shadows across the concrete sidewalk and paved tar road. It's quiet, for the town, no cars idling by noisily, no children running around and playing on the playground equipment. The breeze blows across, lifting up Amelia's hair and ruffling up Rory's, bringing along the scent of petrichor that makes Amelia smile with nostalgia.

"So, Mrs. Williams," Rory says, nudging her and squeezing her hand affectionately, "What do you want to do tomorrow?"

Amy shrugs, chuckling, "I never thought I would like normal life so much. It's so weird!"

Rory laughs, now swinging her hand back and forth, "Yeah, but to other people it's normal life and- Amy?"

He stops talking, slowing his pace down when he notices the expression on Amy's face. Her mouth is open, her lips parted slightly, her ginger hair tangling into her face, eyebrows raised in disbelief. Amy drops his hand, dropping the bag of clothes as well. Rory trails after her confused, leaving the bag on the concrete sidewalk.

"Oh. My. God. Rory! Come here and look at this!" Amy stares down at a sign farther down the street, currently out of Rory's view. He jogs over to her, the cinnamon roll box in his hand thumping up and down as the contents inside hit the walls of the box, no doubt smushed.

Rory can see the sign now, a sunset yellow with black block letters-

Interested in time travel?

Meet here last Thursday at 3 P.M

Bring a fez and a bowtie

(Jammie Dodgers also appreciated)

Amy laughs, shaking her head. "No. No, he did not!"

She digs into her jean pocket, pulling out her phone. She stares at the screen, eyebrows furrowed, lips pursed in a straight line, as she clicks onto the Doctor's number.

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On the other line, the Doctor picks up the phone, leaning outside of the TARDIS doors, a jammie dodger half-eaten in his mouth, the beginning of his sentence incoherent for Amy. "Hairo, the TARDIS!"

Amy pauses a moment, forgetting about the sign. "Did you just say hairo?"

"No, I said hello. I was eating a jammie dodger, and you disrupted my jammie dodger time. How dare you, Amelia?" His tone changes instantly. "How are you doing Pond?! I missed you, it's been a full day since I haven't seen you, at least for me, how long has it been for you?"

"A day, Doctor, look, I-"

"Only a day? Are you sure? I thought it would've been at least a few more hours than that, ah well, time is always wibbly wobbly and-"

"DOCTOR!" Amy shouts into the phone, making both Rory and the Doctor jump at the sudden volume change.

The Doctor pauses, fully stepping out of the TARDIS doorway so he can lean up against the box. "Yes, Pond?"

She sighs, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. Rory comes up by her side, tucking it behind her ear. She flashes a quick smile at him before turning her focus back to the Doctor. "Did you put up a sign by my house about time travel?"

Rory leans in close so he can talk into the phone. "And a fez and a bowtie."

A pregnant moment, complete and utter silence on the opposite line. Amy wonders for a moment if the Doctor hung up on her, and is about to yell into the phone when comes a timid reply, just barely audible, the syllables stretched out. "Maybe."

She sighs again, like she's talking to a five year old. Well, she was, actually. A cosmic five year old with a youthful joy and aged sorrow. "Why?"

"I wanted to see if anyone would go."

"Wha-How could anyone do that? Only you can time travel, Doctor."

The Doctor answers immediately for this one, even though it wasn't a question. "An enemy and old friend of mine was able to before, and vortex manipulators allow people to travel through time, although it's a very cheap way. Didn't your own daughter time travel? And many people in the future-"

"Doctor." She cuts him off again, his point taken. "Look, just." Amy walks up to the yellow sign, laying the palm of her hand on the top of it. It's a cold metal, flimsy and thin. "Come and pick it up, will you? The sign is by the playground, and-"

"Hold on, Amelia! I'm here at last Thursday, or at least from your time, I wanted to see if anyone was here, and someone is!" She can hear the joy in his voice and can practically see him jumping up and down.

"Doctor, wait-"

"That's weird, actually, the person kind of looks like you, but I can't see her face."

"Doctor, but I never was-"

"Hold on, Pond! I'll come and find you in a few minutes. Or that is, from your time, anyway, hold on Pond!"

"Doctor, wait!" Her words are unheard, the dialtone ringing. Amy sighs, shutting off her phone, tucking it back into her pocket as she looks up at Rory. He shrugs at her, an innocent and confused expression plastered on his face.

"Rory, what was I doing last Thursday at three?" Amy asks, not moving, just wanting to make sure. He hesitates, thinking it over before speaking. "You and I went to the coffee shop after a stressful trip with the Doctor. And there we had coffee and you got a croissant and I got two brownies, then after we came home and you wrote while I watched the game because it was my day off."

She nods, and without uttering a single word, grabs Rory's hand and pulls him away.

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The Doctor bounds up to the ginger haired person, wondering when Amelia straightened it and grew it out so long.

When he's close enough, he laughs. "Haha, Amelia Pond! Look at your hair!"

The Doctor runs a single hand through the hair, and the woman's head jerks away immediately. "Oi, what the hell do you think you're doing?!"

He recognizes the voice immediately.

The woman turns around, her familiar eyes glaring a familiar glare at him.

Donna Noble.

A/N- Okay, so, that happened :)

If a lot of people seem to like this, it could potentially turn into a multi chapter story.

Thanks for reading!

Xx ~Impossible-StarGirl