There was no question to this statement: the Bolton Family are some of the best people on the neighborhood block. There are the fathers, Morgan and Greg, a college professor of history and the latter a physical education teacher at the nearby school. Next was Gina, who kept her past surname Bell- and was adopted at ten-years-old along with another girl called Charlotte.

Charlotte, who is three years older than Gina, loved her family more than anything else... plain dry. When Gina got pregnant in secondary school, she organized the neighborhood baby shower. Then, while she was in college, met Ian James.

When she met him, it felt like the universe sped up, all the while she attempted to give him the directions to room 102. Instead of saying the directions (which she could recite perfectly), Charlotte walked him to the room. He gave her his phone number. Later, she sent him a text.

That was only the beginning of Charlotte and Ian. After college, they'll both move to Ian's home country- the United States. At times, Ian would have to stay at work late, and Charlotte would get takeout. The short, brunette girl had to quit her dream of going to law school and became got a job at a nearby mall.

The one thing that kept her sane was the daily video chats she would have with Gina and her lovely niece, Eliza. Typically, Gina would sit with Eliza on her lap quiet- letting the young girl talk circle on Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, and Doctor Who (which was difficult for her to say missing her front teeth)- actually, mostly Doctor Who.

On one terrible night, she turned on Netflix and started watching the show. Legend has it, she skipped her next morning shift to continue watching the Ninth Doctor and Rose Tyler go on adventures.

On May 13th, 2016 the Bolton and James family gathered in a church for the wedding for Ian Hunter James and Charlotte Annalise Bolton. The James's all flew in from Kansas to attend, while the Bolton's took a small drive around the block.

And, just like that, the music started. Eliza dressed in a beautiful peach dress leading the bride and her father Morgan, people in the rows were all stood up. Charlotte could've sworn she saw Gina's mascara dripping down her face. Charlotte's niece threw more petals in the aisle. Charlotte was both scared out of her mind, and excited. She was already wondering how Charlotte James would look like on paper.

Then, just like that, she disappeared. To the surrounding people, it happened in the blink of an eye. To the bride, however, it seemed slow and exhausting. Now, thinking about it, she remembers how all day she felt sick ("-just the butterflies," she denied back then) all day. Maybe, in fact, this wasn't as fast as the people suspected? Perhaps all day has been leading to this event?

When Charlotte realizes she's in the Tardis, her family and the James's all freak-out. Everyone running amuck, voices going over each other. Morgan Bolton still can feel the weight of his daughter's arm around his disappearing.

(CHARLOTTE'S POV)

Do you know that excited, happy feeling? The one that makes you feel as if you'll throw up, but still makes you feel like the happiest person on Earth? That was how I felt when my eyes opened, ready to just see everything perfectly fine at the wedding, to see the inside of the Tenth Doctor's TARDIS.

I have no clue what to think. I nearly dropped my bouquet of white roses, just so I wasn't just standing there- staring at the man who leaned against the console. Spiky brown hair, brown pinstripe suit. It couldn't have been David Tennant... right?

Maybe Gina tried to trick me? I don't know... maybe knocked me out mid-aisle? No, she wouldn't go through the length of planning this. Perhaps I'm just dead, and this is some cruel joke death is playing on me.

Cruel joke, yeah maybe. Oh, I'm staring, aren't I? I looked towards him, to see him looking back at me. "Hi?" I waved quickly with my empty hand. I made a tight smile, trying to be friendly.

"Hi," he said to me. He didn't wave, but it's not a huge deal. His eyebrows knit together as he looked at me. "What are you wearing that for?" Obviously, he was asking about my out of place- way too expensive, if I can add- white wedding dress.

"I was getting married."

He still looked confused but didn't ask anymore. We stood in silence, me hugging my flowers, while he fiddled with the console. I was about to ask how I got here but was caught off when someone else appeared almost right behind me. I jumped farther away from her- just by a quick glance, I knew it was Donna.

Great, The Runaway Bride. Not that it's a bad episode, it's good, just I'd much rather wrap up my wedding.

Confused, the Doctor yelped out, "what?"

"Who are you?" Donna questioned.

"But-"

Donna interrupted him. "Where am I?"

The Doctor repeated himself, "what?"

"What the hell is this place?!" I don't even know how to answer that one. It sure as hell looks like the TARDIS, but is it?

While I shrugged my shoulders, he still couldn't wrap his head around how she got here. "What? You can't do that I wasn't. We're in flight. That is- that is physically impossible! How did-"

"Tell me where I am. I demand you tell right now where am I?"

He answered with such certainty I couldn't help but doubt my theory of being dead. "Inside the Tardis."

"The what?"

"The Tardis."

"The what?"

"The Tardis!"

"The what?"

"She's called the Tardis." I piped up.

"She?" Donna questioned, rather loudly. Honestly, I don't know exactly why I called it a 'she'... it just seemed like the right thing to say.

I twirled my finger to the roof of the Tardis. Donna still didn't seem to get it, "that's not even a proper word. You're just saying things."

I moved backward, wanting some space to try and understand the situation: stuck in the- the Tardis with the Doctor and Donna.

"How did you get here?" He looked straight at Donna, which I thought was strange seeing as we both came here under weird circumstances.

"Well, obviously, when you kidnapped me." Donna accused. "Who was it? Who's paying you? Is it Nerys? Oh my God, she's finally got me back. This has got Nerys written all over it."

He looked absolutely puzzled, "who the hell is Nerys?"

"Your best friend."

"Hold on, wait a minute. What are you dressed like that for?" I gave him a look, he literally just asked me the same thing.

"I'm going ten-pin bowling." The Doctor started fiddling with the control console. "Why do you think, dumbo? I was halfway up the aisle! I've been waiting all my life for this. I was just seconds away, and then you, I don't know, you drugged me or something!"

"What kind of person would drug you during the wedding? Way too many witnesses." I commented.

"Thanks, Charlotte." He looked up at me from being hunchbacked over the console.

"Your welcome." When did I tell him my name?

"Either way, I'm having the police on! Me and my husband, as soon as he is my husband, we're going to sue the living backside off you!" She ran down the ramp, with me following.

I heard the Doctor's cries for us not to do it, but I didn't hesitate to follow close behind her. She opened the door, to show the single most beautiful I've ever seen. With a sort of yellow circle bit in the middle, pinks and purples swirled around it- mixing together to create the beautiful gaseous nebula in front of me. Is death really this beautiful? It couldn't be, no way can I actually have died.

The Doctor spoke up behind us, "your in space. Outer space. This is my spaceship. It's called the Tardis." I looked at him, trying to take it in. "You already knew that though, right?"

"How-"

"Later."

"How am I breathing?" Donna asked. I turned away from him and looked back at the nebula. In death, there is no possible way for something like this to be real- that must mean I'm alive.

"The Tardis is protecting us."

"Who are you two?" She asked us.

"I'm Charlotte Bolton."

"The Doctor. You?"

''Donna."

"Human?" He wondered.

"Yeah. Is that optional?"

"Well, it is for us." Us?

"Your aliens."

"No. He is, I'm not." I clarified.

We stood there for a few more seconds before Donna commented how it was freezing with the doors open, which the Doctor slammed the doors shut shortly after. He went back to the console, with Donna and I following behind him.

The Doctor started talking really, really quickly, "I don't understand that, and I understand everything. This- this can't happen! There is no way a human being can lock itself onto the Tardis and transport itself inside-" he pulled some sort of device and put it up to Donna's eyes, looking into it. "Impossible. Some sort of subatomic connection? Something in the temporal field? Maybe something pulling you into alignment with the Chronon shell. Maybe something macro mining your interior matrix. Maybe a genetic-"

Getting fed up with the man, I slapped the back of his head. All he did was put a hand to where I hit him, and look at me like he had some big revelation. "How early is this for you?"

"What the hell do you mean by that?" I snapped. "Just get us back to our weddings!"

"Right! Fine! I don't want either of you here anyway! Where is your wedding?" He asked Donna, as he went over to the console to start the adventure.

"Saint Mary's, Hayden Road, Chiswick, London, England, Earth, the Solar System." She replied. As he was at the console, Donna went over to the railing and grabbed a purple blouse that was hanging on the railing."I knew it, acting all innocent. I'm not the first, am I? How many women have you abducted?"

The Doctor looked at it, "that's my friend's."

"Where is she, then? Popped out for a spacewalk?"

"She's gone."

" Gone where?" She asked him.

"I lost her."

"Well, you can hurry up and lose me! How do you mean, lost?" Donna replied.

He didn't answer, but threw the blouse into the hall and said, "right, Chiswick." Poor guy, losing Rose then getting stuck with two brides who both appeared out of nowhere.

It was an awkward first trip in the Tardis, Donna was just about seething in quiet, I sat on the seat and caught him looking at me more than a few times. Despite that, we landed in a courtyard surrounded by buildings.

Donna turned to him, realizing this wasn't her church, "I said, Saint Mary's. What sort of Martians are you? Where's this?"

"I'm not alien," I reminded her.

"Somethings wrong with her. The Tardis's like she's-" going in through the door we came out, the Doctor ran in yelling, "recalibrating! She's digesting. What is it? What have you eaten? What's wrong?" From my glued spot outside, where I stared back into the Tardis dazed like, I saw him stroke the console. "Donna? You've really got to think. Is there anything that might'be caused this?"

My mouth was wide open, this definitely was the Tardis. It made me feel nauseous looking into the inside from the outside, so I stepped in and leaned on one of the rails.

As the Doctor rambled, I looked towards my feet. What got me into this scenario? Could it be the coffee I had earlier? I knew I shouldn't have trusted that barista with my order.

I heard him yell out Donna's name, making a b-line to the door before stopping to look at me. "You coming, Charlie?"

"Yeah," I paused. "How do you know my name? I never told you." I questioned him.

"Later," I looked at him. He grabbed my hand and pulled me with him as we caught up with Donna.

"Donna," I called out to her.

"Leave me alone. I just want to get married."

"Well so do I," I pointed out, "yet here I am."

The Doctor looked at me, then back to her. "Come back to the Tardis."

"No way. That box is too weird."

"It's bigger on the inside, that's all." Obviously.

"Oh! That's all? Ten past three. I'm going to miss it."

"You could call them, and tell them where you are," I suggested.

"How do I do that?"

"Haven't you got a mobile?" He asked her.

Donna stopped walking, "I'm in my wedding dress. It doesn't have pockets. Who has pockets? Have you ever seen a bride with pockets? When I went to my fitting at Chez Alison, the one thing I forgot to say is give me pockets!"

I stuffed my hands into my dress's pockets, trying to make a point. Instead, I felt the wristwatch I didn't feel like wearing and a piece of gum.

"This man you're marrying. What's his name?" He asked her.

"Lance."

"Good luck, Lance." I snorted at his comment.

"Oi! No stupid Martians are going to stop me from getting married. To hell with you!" She ran away after that.

I followed her close behind, "I'm human." I mumbled, behind me, I could hear the Doctor say something about how he's not from Mars.

I stopped next to Donna as she yelled for a taxi. The car drove past us, "why's his light on?" Donna wondered.

"There's another one!" He told her.

"Taxi! Oi!" She hollered. The taxi drove past with its light on.

"There's one!" I shouted.

"Oi!" It didn't stop.

"Do you have this effect on everyone? Why aren't they stopping?" He asked her.

"They think I'm in fancy dress."

"Stay off the sauce, ladies!" One of the drivers yelled.

"They think we're drunk."

"You're fooling no one, mates." Men in a car yelled as they drove past.

"They think we're in drag!" Donna hollered.

"Hold on, hold on." The Doctor eased before doing a very piercing whistle. Only then did a taxi came to pick us up.

All three of us sat next to each other in the back seat. It was a rather small taxi, so I was smashed in between the Doctor and the car door.

"Saint Mary's in Chiswick, just off Hayden Road. It's an emergency. I'm getting married. Just hurry up!"

"You know it'll cost you, sweetheart? Double rates today."

"Just our luck," I mumbled.

"Oh, my God. Have you got any money?"

"Er, no. Haven't you?"

"Pockets!"

"Oh, Charlotte?"

"I didn't think I'd have to bring my wallet down the aisle," I grumbled.

"No money?" The driver asked us.

"No," I told him. "Just drop us off back there."

"That's what I was gonna do anyway."

Just like that, Donna started yelling at the driver. When he dropped us off outside of the Henrik's, she yelled at him, "and that goes double for your mother! I'll have him. I've got his number. I'll have him. Talk about the Christmas spirit."

"Is it Christmas?" The Doctor asked.

"Well, duh. Maybe not on Mars, but here it's Christmas Eve. Phone box! We can reverse the charges!" I thought it was just the holiday season.

"How come you're getting married on Christmas Eve?"

"Can't bear it. I hate Christmas. Honeymoon, Morocco. Sunshine, lovely. What's the operator? I've not done this in years. What do you dial? 100?"

I was about to tell her what to dial, but he used his sonic screwdriver instead. "Just call the direct," he said.

"What did you do?"

"Something Martian." I snorted at that, "now phone. I'll get money!"

While he joined the queue at a cash machine, I went over to check out the newsstand. Most of the papers had articles on football and celebrity gossip. I looked at the date, unsurprisingly, it was dated as the 24th of December, 2006. Over ten years ago, damn. I was what? Seventeen?

I looked over to check on the Doctor and saw him using the sonic screwdriver on an ATM. I turn to the guy running the stand, "can I borrow your phone?"

"Yeah, sure." He handed me his flip phone.

"Haven't seen one of these in a while."

"What?"

"Nothing." I put in one of the only phone numbers I knew by heart.

"Hello? Who is this?" Dad.

"Hey, uh, do you happen to know a Charlotte Bolton?" I asked.

"Who?"

"I'll take that as a no, what about a Gina Bell-Bolton?"

"Who?" He questioned. "Ma'am, I think you have the wrong number."

"Yeah, I do too." I paused, seeing money flying every which way. "Anyways, do you mind if I call you again?"

"Uh, a little, actually. Sorry, it's just weird having an absolute stranger calling you randomly." I could just stand there listening to the last few things I knew I'd hear him say to me.

"Oh, yeah." I smiled. Without realizing it, I got pulled away by the Doctor as he was running, I almost tripped, but got the rhythm down pretty quick. Thank God I wore flats.

We ran straight into the Tardis, the doors closing behind us, he let go of my hand and started to send the Tardis away from the courtyard to Lord knows where. I looked towards the screen that he stood in front of to see what seemed to be us hurtling around above a busy road. if he turned around, he would've seen me open my mouth about to swear as he only just missed another car. "What are we doing, exactly?" I asked, almost breathless.

"Trying to save Donna from a group of robots," he explained. Sparks started flying off of the console, to which his response was smashing it with a hammer and yelling, "behave!"

Like I was jumping on a trampoline, I felt the Tardis bounce off the tarmac. I saw Donna say something when she noticed us flying next to her taxi. I could've laughed if I wasn't so focused on how there was a robot sitting in the driver's seat. That is not something you would've seen in Silvester.

The Doctor tied a piece of string around a lever, tying it to the other end of it was in his teeth. "I could've just moved the lever, y' know?"

He looked at me and turned around running to the door with the string tied to his tooth rolling out from the roll. I went to stand next to him, as he tried to persuade Donna to get out of the taxi and jump. "Open the door!" Is what he yelled to her.

"Do what?" She asked.

"Open the door!" I yelled back.

"I can't, it's locked!"

"Oh my Lanta, Doctor?"

"Yeah, yeah." He pointed the sonic at the door, and Donna got the window opened.

"Santa's a robot."

"I can see that," The Doctor said. "Open the door, Donna."

"What for?"

"Unless you want to go on your honeymoon with a robot, jump!" I shouted at her.

"I'm not blinking flip jumping. I'm supposed to be getting married!"

The robot started to accelerate the taxi, getting farther away from the Tardis. He pulled on the little string stuck between his teeth, causing more bangs to be heard from the console. My face scrunched up and ran to the console. Jumping over the string, I went to the lever and took the string off- putting my hand where it once was tied up I moved the Tardis on my own with fewer bangs. We bounced off the roof of a car, and I slowed the Tardis down as we got near to the taxi.

"Listen to me. You've got to jump."

I hear her yell back, "I'm not jumping on a motorway!"

"Whatever that thing is, it needs you. And whatever it needs you for, it's not good! Now, come on!"

'I'm in my wedding dress!" So am I.

"Yes," he responded to her, "you look lovely! Come on!"

I think she responded with "I can't do it."

"Trust me."

"Is that what you said to her?" Donna asked. "Your friend? The one you lost? Did she trust you?"

"Yes, she did. And she is not dead. She is so alive. Now, jump!"

"What about her- Charlotte."

Maybe it was the fact that he hasn't done anything that made me question if the show actually painted an accurate piece of art, or how I felt the show did, but I yelled back to Donna, "yes, I do!"

On that note, Donna launched herself from the taxi's backseat into the Tardis- right on top of him. The Tardis' doors slammed shut as the Doctor got up from the ground and walked (more like running, but oh well) towards the console where flew the Tardis away from the road. The trip wasn't very far from the road to the rooftop of Shoe Lane. Donna was the first out, going to stand near the edge. I was about to go stand next to her, but the Doctor held me back.

"So, where were you before this?" he asked me.

"Tenpin bowling," I joked.

"No, really."

"What do you think? Getting married."

"Ian James, who else?" I'd hate to say it, but he looked truly hurt for a second.

"It's just... you never told me you were getting married."

"What do you mean? We've only met today, right?"

Some smoke started coming through the console, while he grabbed an extinguisher to try and calm it down I went over to Donna sitting on her left. "For winter, the weather is surprisingly good."

"Eh," she admitted. "Wish it were warmer."

"Funny thing is, for a spaceship, she doesn't really do that much flying." I heard the Doctor say behind us, "we'd better give her a couple of hours. You all right?" He went to stand on my other side.

"Doesn't matter."

"Not really," I said at the same time as her.

"Did we miss it?"

Yeah, by a decade. I nodded my head, kind of confused about how I would even respond.

"Yeah," Donna told him.

"Well, you can boon another date." As if Ian would, probably take it as a sign from the universe we shouldn't get married.

"Course we can."

"You've still got the honeymoon."

We didn't even plan one, "Ian thought it was best if we didn't go on one, 'too much money' he said."

"Huh," Donna blurted. "We were going to Egypt, but it's just a holiday now."

"Yeah. Yeah. Sorry."

"It's not your fault," Donna told him.

"Oh? That's a change."

"Wish you had a time machine, then we could go back and get it right."

I chocked on my laughter, "if only." I told her, giving a quick look to the man sitting a few spots away from me. I looked back towards my feet faster than a speeding car when he turned and started speaking again.

"Yeah, yeah. But even if I did, I couldn't go back on someone's personal timeline." He paused. "Apparently."

Donna went to sit on the edge of the roof looking at the Cathedral and the city beyond. "Are you cold?" He asked me.

"No." I was actually pretty warm in a wedding dress with nothing covering my arms, and just two inches, lacy straps wrapped around my shoulders. Not ideal winter clothing, yet it felt like any other day for me.

The Doctor took off his jacket and put it around her shoulders. I felt my ears turn a shade of pink, so I started to think of anything else. As I sat down on the other side of Donna I focused on the birthday cake I made for Gina's twelfth, and how it turned out to look like a witch's potion.

"God, you're skinny. This wouldn't fit a rat." I laughed at that.

"Oh and you'd better put this on," he held out a gold ring to her.

"Oh, do you have to rub it in?"

"These creatures can trace you. This is a bio-damper. Should keep you hidden." He put the ring on her finger and made me wonder why he isn't worried about my case. "With this ring, I thee bio-damp."

"For better or for worse," she said. "So, come on then. Robot Santas, what are they for?"

"Just scavengers, Old Saint Nick is just a disguise- they're trying to blend in," I told her. "He met them last year."

"What happened then?"

The Doctor looked at her, "great big spaceship over London? You didn't notice?"

"I had a bit of a hangover."

"I spent Christmas Day just over there, the Powell Estate, with this family, and- never mind. My friend, she had this family. Well, they were. Still, gone now." I wanted to do something to comfort him, but he was on the other side of Donna.

"Your friend, who was she?"

"Question is, what do camouflaged robot mercenaries wan with you? And how did you get inside the Tardis? I don't know. What's your job?"

"I'm a secretary," the Doctor scanned her with his screwdriver.

"It's weird. I mean, you're not special, you're not powerful, you're not connected, you're not clever, you're not important."

I looked over to him from my spot, "you done?"

"Sorry," he muttered.

"This friend of yours. Just before she left, did she punch you in the face?" The Doctor continued scanning her, until she swatted the screwdriver away from her, "stop bleeping me!"

"What kind of secretary?"

"I'm at HC Clements. It's where I met Lance. I was temping." She looked away, and I knew she was thinking about that. "And Lance, he's the head of HR! He doesn't need to bother with me. But he was nice, he was funny. And it turns out he thought everyone else was really snotty too. So that's how it started, me and him. One cup of coffee. That was it."

"When was this?" He asked her.

"Six months ago."

"Isn't that a little too soon to get married?" I asked her.

"Well, he insisted."

"Sure," I muttered. I heard the Doctor try to stifle a laugh.

"What?" Donna said.

"Nothing, continue," I told her.

"And he nagged, and he nagged me"

"Sure," the Doctor said again.

"And he just wore me down. And then finally, I just gave in."

I looked at the Doctor and simply mouthed 'sure' to him. He rolled his eyes at me, but I could tell he liked the silly little joke just between us.

"What does HC Clements do?"

"Oh, security systems. You know, entry codes, ID cards, that sort of thing. If you ask me, it's a posh name for locksmiths."

"Keys."

"Anyway, enough of my CV. Come on, it's time to face the consequences. Oh, this is going to be so shaming. You can do the explaining, Martians."

"Yeah. I'm not from Mars."

"I'm human."

"Oh, I had this great big reception all planned. Everyone's going to be heartbroken."

I looked towards the Tardis, it was still smoking. "She's still smoking."

"It isn't far, we'll just have to walk faster." She told us.

"Well, lead the way."

"Sure," Donna said as she started leading us to the Reception. I turned to the Doctor, and at the same time, we burst into laughter.

"Hurry up!" She yelled at us.

At the reception, everyone was having a great time under a great big disco ball when we entered. Is this what people at home are doing right now? Oh, Lord please say no. Everyone bopping to the music, even Lance. When Donna entered, all of the fun paused.

"You had the reception without me?"

"Donna, what happened to you?" Lance asked her.

"You had the reception without me?"

"Hello. I'm the Doctor and this Charlotte Bolton."

"They had the reception without me," she said to us.

"Yes, I gathered."

"Well, it was all paid for. Why not?" One girl explained.

"Thank you, Nerys."

Sylvia, Donna's mum, spoke up. "Well, what were we supposed to do? I got your silly little message in the end. I'm on Earth? Very funny. What the hell happened? How did you do it? I mean, what's the trick, because I'd love to know. " After that, everyone started to erupt into their own thoughts.

"Where were you the whole time?" Lance asked.

Everyone shut up after Donna burst into tears, with them all (minus Nerys) applauding her. Lance gave her a hug, as he did, Donna sent a wink at us.

During a dance a while after, Lance and Donna seemed to be happy again as they danced with each other. It made me almost forget what I knew would happen in just a few hours. I turned to the Doctor, who stood to my right. "Doctor, I have to come clean about something."

"What?" He asked, almost surprised.

"I know what going to happen tonight, well any night. Look, I think I was sent here from a parallel world where-"

"I know."

"You what?"

"Charlotte, I know what you know me from. I know why you even started watching that show. I know about Gina and your niece. I know you, Charlotte."

I was shocked, my mind was absolutely blank of how he could know about me when I only just met him, "but... how?"

"You have been jumping around my timeline since my eighth regeneration... well, just that one time, but either way I've known you for such a long time. You told me before that one day I will meet you before any of this, and to tell you this-"

"What?"

"0204."

"I don't get it."

"Well neither do I, do you still have that phone?"

"Yeah," I pulled out the flip-phone that I accidentally stole from the newsstand guy. "It can't search, though."

"True."

Standing only a few steps away from us was a guy holding his smartphone, "do you mind if I borrow that?" I asked him. "I need to call a friend."

"Yeah, sure."

Borrowing the phone, I gave it to the Doctor. "Here you go."

Standing up much straighter, I was able to watch as he looked HC Clements up. Then, he found out how HC Clements was bought by Torchwood twenty-three years ago. "Of course, it's always them."

I took the phone from him and brought it back to the owner, who I thanked. For only a second, I looked at the Doctor from afar. It had to be him, he just looks so real. All of this mess feels real- and it must be some cruel joke made for me by the universe.

The Doctor looked as conflicted as me. Like he wanted to do something but wasn't sure how to. He looked at the crowd of people dancing, he had to be thinking of Rose. I looked over to see a woman dance with a man and for a second I was reminded of the wedding Ian and I went to during our first few months together. We danced circles around everyone else, mid-way through his feet started to hurt, so we both went to sit on the patio.

We talked for hours, about his and my future. Never our future, just his and mine. He wanted to become an astronomy professor back in his home country, the United States. While I decided to try my hand on becoming a lawyer. In December of that year, we packed everything up and moved to Silvester, Kansas. I scratched the lawyer plans and started to work in a mall.

I looked over to the Doctor, seeing him walking over to where the guy filming the wedding was. By the time I caught up to him, he already confronted the guy. "Oh, I taped the whole thing. They've all had a look. They said sell it to You've Been Framed. I said, more like the News. Here we are." The cameraman rambled.

We watched the replay of how Donna turned int gold energy and flew off to land in the Tardis. "Can't be. Play it again?"

"Clever, mind. Good trick, I'll give her that. I was clapping."

"Yeah, I think I heard you."

"But that looks like Huon Particles."

"What's that then?"

"That's impossible. That's ancient. Huon energy doesn't exist anymore, not for billions of years. So old that it can't be hidden by a bio-damper!" Shoot.

He grabbed my hand again, as we ran outside to a group of robot Santas approaching. We ran back to where Donna was.

"Donna! Donna, they've found you!" he yelled to her.

"But you said I was safe."

"The bio-damper doesn't work: We have to get everyone out of here," I told her.

"My God, it's all my family."

"Out the back door!"

We went only to see robots.

"Maybe not." He admits.

We looked through the French windows, "we're trapped." Donna says.

"No kidding," I responded.

One of the robots had a remote control in their hands, "Doctor, Christmas trees."

"What about them?" Donna asked.

"They kill. Get away from the tree!" He warned everyone else.

"Don't touch the trees!"

"Get away from the tree, sir!" I yelled at a man near the tree.

"Get away from the Christmas trees! Everyone get away from them! Everyone stay away from the trees! Stay away from the trees!"

"Oh, for God's sake, the man's an idiot. Why? What harm's a Christmas tree going to." Sylvia paused, as the plastic baubles started floating in the air, "oh."

They were floating off the trees, and started zooming at the people and go bang! I saw a man go flying into the air and onto the wedding cake, and presents being blown to shreds. Donna and Lance hid under a table together, the Doctor was by the DJ system, and I was with two others huddled in a corner.

I heard the Doctor's voice even over the panicking wedding attendees, "Oi! Santa! Word of advice. If you're attacking a man with a sonic screwdriver, don't let him near the sound system."

"Plug your ears," I told the couple next to me, as I did so. The Doctor jammed the sonic screwdriver into the DJ's deck, resulting in a horrendous ring.

A/N: End of the first actual chapter! Took me forever, but oh well.