"Come along Pond! Paris, 1889. 6th May to be exact. This is the day that the Eiffel Tower was opened to the French public. Allons-y!" said the Eleventh Doctor.
"Allons-y?" asked Amy, unfamiliar with the term the Doctor had used in his previous incarnation
"Just something I used to say – anyway, enough of that; LETS GO!"
The Doctor prepared the TARDIS for landing, pulling various levers, pushing buttons, and ringing bells while his companion watched in amazement. The TARDIS whirred with an unhealthy sound, as the flight turned rocky with the Doctor and Amy clinging onto any part of the blue box they could do for dear life. Finally, the TARDIS had landed and the Doctor made for the exit.
"Here we are then" exclaimed the Doctor opening the doors to the unknown, fully expecting Paris. "Hang on, that isn't Paris. Or 1889. It's…"
"Colchester in 2010" grunted Amy, looking at the TARDIS console in disgust. "Nowhere near – AGAIN.
Just as the Doctor went to make his way back on board to try and fix his navigational errors, the TARDIS doors shut quickly and firmly with the Doctor just out of reach, and off flew the magical blue box, with Amy alone inside it.
"DOCTOR! GET IN!" yelled Amelia, fearing the worst. There was only one person who could fly this strange, amazing but complicated piece of machinery in the universe, and he was on Earth as the TARDIS and her passenger flew through the time vortex on one of the harshest rides Amy has known.
The speed at which Amelia was being flung around the console room, and the whirring of the TARDIS occurring once more made Amy feel slightly more at ease, as this would hopefully mean that she had landed, and would be reunited with the Doctor after such a fright – when the doors to the TARDIS opened with extreme speed and force. "Finally, she's back. My TARDIS is back" a voice screamed.
But this was not the voice of the Doctor that Amy knew, and yet to her knowledge he was the one person in the universe who knew what a TARDIS was, apart from here of course. "Who are you? How is this your TARDIS?" said Amy beginning to feel less at ease than she had done, and now starting to feel slightly in danger.
"What? What? You've changed the theme of my console. And you're flying MY TARDIS. Who are you? Just who are you?" The strange man who had just entered has a stunned voice, yet believed this to be his blue box, whereas the true owner was in Colchester in the 21st Century. But Amy and the TARDIS were in the 17th Century in London.
"Look, mister, I don't know who you are but this is not your TARDIS. This machine belongs to a friend of mine, and he travels with me but he just… fell out in about 400 years in the future. Who are you?"
"I am the Doctor, from Gallifrey, the last remaining Timelord, and therefore the owner of the last remaining TARDIS. WHO is your friend?"
Amy stood there, stunned. This man can't be the Doctor.