Amy dragged herself into the T.A.R.D.I.S. kitchen. She'd fallen asleep in an awkward permission, and now her neck ached when ever she tilted her head even slightly. Rory had still been asleep, and she'd tried to refrain from swearing too much as she struggled to get dressed. It wasn't that surprising that she hadn't noticed The Doctor sitting at the small kitchen table at first. When she did notice she was standing in front of it herself with a mug of tea gripped firmly in her hands. She gave him an odd look, he was reading a newspaper.

"What is that, your history book?" She asked grumpily sitting down.

"Kind of," he flipped a page "More like comic relief."

Amy squinted at the paper it was The New York TImes. It was a copy from right after President Obama had been elected. Amy only knew who he was, because he was black. Not that she was racist or anything, it'd just been a thing of gossip for a while. She didn't particularly like him, but he was the American president, it wasn't her problem.

"Uh-huh. Didn't know you were interested in American politics." She sipped at her still too hot tea.

"It's quite hilarious really, like take this guy," He folded the paper so the front was showing, and jabbed his finger at Obama's picture "He only won, because people thought it was racist not to vote for him."

"Oh come on Doctor that's ridiculous." Amy shook her head.

"That's Americans for you." Doctor laughed to himself.

"Well I like the current Prime Minister, because of who he is. Though I got to say Churchill is my favorite."

"He's a good old chap. Me I got to say, Harriet Jones. She saved the whole Earth you know." The Doctor took on a faraway look "THough it is my fault she resigned..."

"I don't think I want to know this story." Amy gave him a suspicious look.

Rory trailed in about then. He gave the two an odd look, before using the remainder of Amy's hot water to make himself some tea. He sat down next to Amy, who was still glaring at The Doctor. Who was trying to look as innocent as possible.

"Do I want to ask?"

"Ah Rory!" The Doctor chimed ignoring the other Pond, "WE were discussing our favorite British Prime Ministers, Amy's is Churchill mine's Harriet Jones. What about you?"

Rory thought for a second before answering, "That have to be Harold Saxon. He was a real charming bloke."

The Doctor dropped the piece of toast he was about to eat. It hit his lap, and slid onto the floor. Amy gave a confused look, as she tried to remember who that was. Not that she could, it'd been one of the things that had slipped through the crack in her wall. Something Rory had ended up being almost immune too.

"Did I say something wrong?" Rory asked looking confusedly between the two.

The Doctor shook himself, "I'm surprised you remember him. Having forgot the whole thing with the Daleks..." He trailed off as he got the annoyed looks he always got from the Ponds when he mentioned that "Anyways, funny thing 'bout him..." The Doctor took a deep breath, "He wasn't human."

"What was he then?" asked Rory curiously.

"A...Timelord." The Doctor said idly looking at his lap.

Amy spat out her tea, spraying both The Doctor and Rory, "WHAT? YOu said you were the last!"

"I am, he died!" The Doctor shouted annoyed that Amy didn't trust him.

THe Red head was about to say something else, but the T.A.R.D.I.S. shook violently. Sending the trio, and their breakfast rolling across the kitchen floor. They quickly scrambled up, and into the control room. The conversation briefly forgotten.

Thanks, dear.

The T.A.R.D.I.S. rumbled back, before sending them spinning off through time and space. She was hoping she'd find a place exciting enough to make the Ponds forget what they'd heard. Hoping to save her partner from unneeded heartache. Besides she didn't want that cursed thief's name spoken, especially not in her.