A/n: Hello, thanks for reading. This will be on while my other FanFiction is off. This first chapter is super short.

Part One

Amelia Pond woke up to the sound of adventure calling her name. She had heard it plenty of times in her dreams. But this was different, this was real, she just knew it. She reached over in her bed for her husband, Rory, but he wasn't there. Instead he came rushing in the door, "Did you hear that?"

"Yes," Amy excited as she jumped out if her bed and slipped on her slippers.

"C'mon," mentioned Rory, as his wife grabbed his hand and the two made a b-line for the door. They swung the door open and sprinted outside. That's when they saw it. The TARDIS. However, something was different about it, but neither of them could put their finger on what it was. The TARDIS door opened and Rory swept the first figure he saw into his arms.

"Doctor I knew you would come back for us," he exclaimed.

"Rory," his wife warned, "back away."

"What's wrong," he asked backing away from whoever he had just hugged.

Amy just pointed. When Rory looked where his wife was pointing, he saw, much to his embarrassment, that he had hugged a short blonde girl.

"Who the hell are you," Amy asked, her Scottish accent strong.

"I'm Romana," responded the girl who was more than a bit confused.

"Ok," stated Rory, hoping to defuse the situation between this new girl, Romana, and his wife, "you must be his new companion. Nice to meet you! I'm Rory, and this is my wife Amy."

"Likewise," Romana said, holding her hand out to Rory who shook it awkwardly.

"Is he in the TARDIS," huffed Amy, anxious to see her old friend.

"Yes," Romana clarified, "he's in the TARDIS."

The Tenth Doctor had been traveling on his own for a while. And by traveling on his own he meant running from the inevitable. He new that his death was coming. As Ood Sigma had said, his song was ending, but he was in no hurry to go.

Surprisingly, he had never been to New York City in the 1930's. He had been to New York City in 2019, then once again in 2041, then one more time in the 1700's when the British had made it their HQ in the American Revolution. However, he had never been in the 1930's.

He landed the TARDIS with ease and checked the year. 1938. The Doctor snapped his fingers and the TARDIS doors flung open. The brisk wind blew into the odd blue box and sent a cold chill up the Doctor's spine. He turned, grabbed his trench coat off of the column nearest to the door, put it on, then swaggered out of TARDIS.

"1938," he took a breath full of the winter air, "what a great year!" He turned his head to the left. Nobody in sight. He rolled his head to the right. "That's impossible," his eyes came across a short blonde from his past. Not Rose, no this person he hadn't seen in a very long time.

"Your the Doctor too I take it," Romana II asked. The Tenth Doctor, still in shock, nodded.

"Well we are going to have some nasty anomalies here," she sighed. "Come on in," she retreated back into her TARDIS.