Farringham School, 1913
A woman in a nurses uniform walked into her room that she shard with her friend. "Oh, Jennifer, dear," The woman's friend said once she saw the woman walking in. "Can you help me with the books?"

The woman turned around and smiled at her friend. It was Jennifer Tyler. "Of course, Joan," She spoke. Joan sighed in relief and handed her some books, "Thank you," She said. "Where do you want to put them?" Jennifer asked.

"At the shelves," Joan replied and they both walked over and placed the books on it. With that they walked out of their room before saying goodbye and walking to different directions.

Jennifer walked in a corridor, "Excuse me, ma'am," A boy said as he walked pass her. She met the handsome teacher, John Smith, who was carrying a large pile of books. "Good morning, Mr. Smith," She said with a soft smile and he dropped a small red book. "There we go," He said.

"Let me help you," Jennifer said but then John placed his feet on the book, "No, no, I've got it, no. Er, how best to retrieve? Tell you what. If you could take these," He said and she took the books from his arms, and he picked up the fallen book.

"No harm done. So, er, how was Jenkins?" He asked. "Oh just a cold. Nothing serious. I think he's missing his mother more than anything," Jennifer replied. "Oh, we can't have that," John said.

"He received a letter this morning, so he's a lot more chipper. I appear to be holding your books," Jennifer stated. "Yes, so you are. Sorry, sorry," He said. "Just let me."

"No, why don't I take half?" Jennifer suggested. "Ah, brilliant idea. Brilliant. Perfect. Division of labour," He agreed as he took half. "We make quite a team," Jennifer said, a small smirk play on her lips. "Don't we just," He said, smiling and she giggled

"So, these books. Were they being taken in any particular direction?" She asked. "Yes. This way," He said and let her walk first before following. They walked side by side in a smaller corridor, "I always say, Nurse Tyler, give the boys a good head of steam, they'll soon wear themselves out," John said.

"You know, we've known each other all of two months, you could even say Jennifer and not Nurse Tyler," Jennifer said. "Jennifer?" John asked, frowning. "That's my name," Jennifer said. "Well, obviously," He said, "Jennifer . . . Tyler." He frowned, where did he heard that?

"And you John, isn't it?" Jennifer asked, snapping him from his thoughts. "Yes, yes, it is, yes," He said as they stopped beside a board at the top of a flight of stairs, "Have you seen this, John? The annual dance at the village hall tomorrow. It's nothing formal, but rather fun by all accounts. Do you think you'll go?" Jennifer asked.

"I hadn't thought about it," He admitted. "I thought about going, I've been asked from some men but I refused," Jennifer said and smiled at him.

John's cheeks started to get pink slightly, should he ask her but what if she will reject him? She was intelligent and a very beautiful woman. He started to back away nervously, "Well, I should imagine that you'd be, er, I mean, I never thought you'd be one for. I mean, there's no reason why you shouldn't. If you do, you may not. I, I probably won't, but even if I did then I couldn't. I mean I wouldn't want to -"

Jennifer raised an eyebrow before looking behind him, "The stairs," She warned. "What about the stairs?" He asked. "They're right behind you," Jennifer said and then he trapped down in a flurry of books and papers. Jennifer gasped and cover one hand on her mouth.

Jennifer took John to his room and stitched the back of his head. He whined and Jennifer hid her smile, "Stop it. I get boys causing less fuss than this," She remarked. "Because it hurts," He comment. Then, his maid, Martha brushed in, "Is he all right?"

"Excuse me, Martha. It's hardly good form to enter a master's study without knocking," Jennifer scolded. "Sorry. Right. Yeah," Martha said and rushed back to the door and knocked on it before walking back over, "But is he all right? They said you fell down the stairs, Sir."

"No, it was just a tumble, that's all," John said. "Have you checked for concussion?" Martha asked Jennifer. "I have. And I daresay I know a lot more about it than you," Jennifer said. "Sorry," Martha said and looked at John, "I'll just tidy your things."

She walked around and John looked at Jennifer as she was leaning against the couch, "I was just telling Jennifer - Nurse Tyler, about my dreams. They are quite remarkable tales. I keep imagining that I'm someone else, and that I'm hiding."

"Hiding? In what way?" Jennifer asked, crossing her arms. "They're almost every night. This is going to sound silly," He said, chuckling. "Oh, come on, tell me," Jennifer said, smiling. "I dream, quite often, that I have two hearts," He admitted.

"Well, then. I can be the judge of that. Let's find out," Jennifer said. She grabbed her stethoscope from her bag and walked over to him. She listened to his chest and they both met each other's eyes as she did. After a moment, she broke eye contact, "I can confirm the diagnosis. Just one heart, singular."

John smiled as she turned around and placed her stethoscope back into the bag, "I have er, I have written down some of these dreams in the form of fiction. Not that it would be of any interest." Jennifer turned around, "I'd be very interested." He looked at her and she nodded.

"Well, I've never actually shown it to anyone before," He said as he stood up and went to his desk as Martha looked up and saw he hold up his handwritten book as he was The Doctor. He handed it to Jennifer.

"A Journal of Impossible Things," She read the first page before looking through the pages. There were a lots of inky scrawl and pictures. "Just look at these creatures," Jennifer said and frowned, she felt like it was real but dismissed it. "Such imagination."

"It's become quite a hobby," He replied. "It's wonderful," Jennifer said and then flipped through another page and frowned. It was a picture of her. She looked at John, "Is that . . . me?" She asked.

John looked at it slightly embarrassed and scratched the back of his neck, "Well, I, I, I . . . I was, er." Jennifer looked back at the page, smiling a little. "It's looks good," She said. "Well, of course, it is you," He said and blushed a little as she looked back at him when he said that.

She smiled as he looked away and cleared his throat. Martha looked at the two of them in jealousy. That woman was Jennifer Tyler. The Doctor talked about her so much - even after Jennifer died he still love her. But he didn't remember it now.

Jennifer looked back at the pages, she saw robots and in another page, a box, "Ah, that's the box. The blue box. It's always there. Like a like a magic carpet. This funny little box that transports me to far away places," John explained.

"Like a doorway?" Jennifer asked, frowning as she looked at the box. It looked so familiar. "Mmm," John hummed, nodding. Jennifer flipped through another page and there was sketches of men; the earlier Doctors.

"I sometimes think how magical life would be if stories like this were true," John said. "If only," Jennifer said as she stared at one of the Doctors. The ninth Doctor.

"It's just a dream," John said and they both smiled at each other before Jennifer looked back and flipped through another page, there was drawings of a pocket watch. She looked at John and hold the book to him. "Oh, no, you can keep it. You can read more," He said.

Martha's eyes grew wide while Jennifer smiled and hold it to her chest, "I will love to," She said. "I should go." She grabbed her bag and said goodbye to John before walking out of the room, with Martha running behind her in the corridor. "Ma'am?" Martha called and Jennifer turned around. "That book."

"Oh, I'll look after it. Don't worry. He did say I could read it," Jennifer said, smiling softly before turning back around. "But it's silly, that's all," Martha insisted and Jennifer turned back around to face her. "Just stories."

"Who is he, Martha?" Jennifer asked, frowning. "I'm sorry?" Martha asked. "It's like he's left the kettle on. Like he knows he has something to get back to, but he can't remember what," Jennifer stated.

"That's just him," Martha insisted. "You arrived with him, didn't you? He found you employment here at the school, isn't that right?" Jennifer asked. Martha nodded, "I used to work for the family. He just sort of inherited me."

"Well, I'd be careful. If you don't mind my saying, you sometimes seem a little familiar with him. Best remember your position," Jennifer said before turning around and walking away.

... ...

Night had fall, Jennifer was on her bed, flipping through the book that was giving her. "What are you doing?" She looked to the other side, where Joan was sleeping on her own bed. She looked at Jennifer, "You need to sleep."

Jennifer sighed, "I know, I just . . ." She shook her head, letting the book to fall on her lap. "I just can't, I don't know why." Joan smiled, "Maybe it's something to do with a man. Like; Mr. Smith?" She teased, making Jennifer to blush.

"Joan," She said and Joan giggled. "It's not that," Jennifer said, but deep down she felt strange about that man. It was like she could trust him from the moment they met. Jennifer sighed and looked out side her window, staring into the dark sky, full of stars.

Hey guys,

Yes, I put our Jennifer into the episode of season 3 and changed it a little. Hope you like it.

Katherine