THE TARDIS landed with a gentle thud in front of a giant obelisk-like monument. "Doctor, are you sure you set the coordinates correctly?" Jo asked as she peered out of the blue doors.

"Of course I did!" he said from inside. "I'm absolutely sure that I've gotten it right this time. After all of that nonsense with that miniscope on Inter Minor, I was more than careful this time.

Jo stepped out and threw her hands on her hips and muttered, "Well, this isn't exactly how I had pictured Metebelis Three to look like."

"Well, of course it's not what you thought it would look like. You have never been here befo-" The Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS himself. Jo noticed that he was wearing his cape. She actually liked how it looked on him, even though she had never said anything about it. "Well. This isn't Metebelis Three, that's for sure. It looks like…" The Doctor turned to face the large obelisk in front of them. "Ah! This is the Bunker Hill Monument."

"Oh. So we're in Boston, then," Jo said, starting to relax a bit. She didn't want a repeat of last time's terrible dilemma with the Drashigs.

"Well, yes, but it isn't 1973. We seem to be in the future!" The Doctor looked over at Jo. He knew that look… "Now, Jo, it isn't good to know too much about the future…"

"Oh, but Doctor, it's just Boston! I've never been to Boston before! Can't we just take a look around?" Jo gave the Doctor her puppy eyes. "Aren't you the slightest bit curious?" The Doctor thought that this was starting to sound a bit too much like last time for his liking.

"Jo, get in the TARDIS. Now. We're going to Metebelis Three."

"Doctor, I want to take a look around!" Jo argued. The Doctor wasn't going to admit that he was just a little bit curious about what time they had landed in.

"Well…" he paused, trying to decide for a second. "Alright. I just want to find out what time period this is, and then we'll leave." Jo grinned from ear to ear and started pulling the Doctor in one direction. "Wait, Jo! Do you even know where you're going?" the Doctor was actually about to head in the opposite direction until Jo had pulled him the other way.

"Yeah," she replied, "I wanted to check out that airport over there." She stopped and pointed to it. It didn't look too far away.

"Why, exactly, did you want to see the airport?" the Doctor said with a slightly confused expression on his face.

"Well, I wanted to see what a future airport was like," Jo replied. "They must have made some impressive advances in technology, right?" The Doctor sighed. All he wanted to do was find out how far off he had set the coordinates and get out of there, but he still wanted Jo to at least somewhat enjoy it.

"They probably have," the Doctor said, finally giving in. "I guess we could go take a look for a second." He started walking in the direction of the airport while Jo followed closely behind him. The airport building was huge and almost alien to Jo. It was just so much different! She could barely contain her excitement and her curiosity. When they arrived, the Doctor pushed open the doors and held them open for Jo. As she slowly walked in, she gasped, trying to take in all of the modern sights and technology around her. The airport was full of people waiting for their flights. There was a large digital board on the far wall that displayed flight numbers, times, etcetera. The Doctor let Jo wander around a bit as he tried to determine the year. "Well, the security is pretty good but not as good as it would become after-"

"Doctor!" Jo said as she ran up to him, making him lose his train of thought. "Who are those men?" The Doctor stole a glance without staring at them. There were six Arab men sitting along the wall, probably waiting for their flight.

"They're just some Arab men waiting for their flight. Just because they're probably from the Middle East doesn't mean that they mean any harm."

"I don't like it, Doctor. They just seem really suspicious," Jo sighed. "Maybe we could just follow them around a little and see which flight that they're on."

"Now, Jo, that would be called stalking. We can't just go around stalking random people just because they aren't from around here. Remember, we aren't from around here, either! We are at an American airport! The Logan Airport in Boston, to be exact."

"But these aren't just random people! Doctor-"

"Jo!" the Doctor interrupted, "We've already gotten farther from the TARDIS than I would have liked, and I don't plan on getting any farther away! I just wanted to find today's date-"

"Why are you so interested in the date?!" said Jo, who was losing her patience. The Doctor wasn't going to have much patience left after this argument, either.

"I want to see how far off I was when I set the coordinates!" he shot back at her. Before the Doctor could say anything else, Jo knew that she wouldn't win this argument, so she did the only thing that she could: she took off in the opposite direction. The Doctor was taken by surprise by this, but he knew that he would have to start chasing her. "Jo, stop!" Suddenly, the six Arab men stood up and headed in the direction of the security check. Jo caught up with them, and slowly started to follow behind. The Doctor seemed to have been lost in the crowd. The Arabs came up to the security check. Jo just hoped that they wouldn't ask her for her ticket… yet. After she passed the security check, she planned on pick-pocketing one of the Arabs. As she continued to follow closely behind them, she saw that they were close to their flight. The Arabs stopped to get their tickets out, but, just as Jo knew would happen, one of them couldn't find their ticket. She had already taken it.

To Jo's surprise, one of the men simply stayed behind while the others went onto the plane. That just didn't make any sense to her. "I knew that there was something strange about those men," Jo thought to herself. Now she couldn't wait to tell the Doctor "I told you so" later on. The Arabs got on the plane, and so did Jo. She somehow knew that the Doctor would catch up soon. He always did. Jo sat down as far away from the five men as possible and made herself comfortable. There were many other passengers on the plane besides the five men. Jo decided to finally take a look at her ticket. It turned out she was on Flight 11. Their destination was- Los Angeles, California?! Jo almost got up and left after that, but of course, the Doctor walked in right at that moment.

"Jo!" he almost shouted quite loudly in front of all of the other passengers. "What were you

thinking?! I had to buy a ticket and-"

"Doctor," Jo whispered, "There is something strange about those men! I snatched one of their tickets to get on and the others simply left one of the men behind!"

"Well, I suppose that is a little strange… Wait, you did WHAT?"

Then, a voice came on over the intercom of the plane, saying, "The plane is preparing for take-off. Please fasten your seatbelts." Jo did fasten her seatbelt, but the Doctor just sat there. He turned his head slowly towards her to look at her.

"Jo," he said quietly, "Did you ever think about how we are going to get back to Boston?"

"Well, I assumed that you would buy the tickets for us to get back."

"It costs a lot more money to get flight tickets in this period of time! I spent almost all of my money just paying for my first ticket! All the rest of my money is back at the TARDIS!" the Doctor almost shouted as Jo's eyes grew wide with realization. Then, the plane took off. It was only 7:59 am (in this time period), and Jo and the Doctor were already in a huge heap of trouble.

"What are we going to do?" Jo said, starting to panic. The Doctor had absolutely no idea.

"Well, there's nothing we can do at the moment. We'll have to wait until we get to Vegas."

"Maybe we'll win some big money at a casino," Jo murmured sarcastically. The Doctor couldn't help but smile at this. They both knew that it would be a long trip. Jo soon fell asleep, and the Doctor sat there, thinking about the terrible demise that he had gotten them into this time. Sure, Jo was the one who ran onto the plane and stole a ticket from an Arab, but it was him who had given into taking her to the airport in the first place. He couldn't help feeling a little guilty. Then, the Doctor started to slowly doze off, too. As he was falling asleep, he realized that Flight 11 sounded quite a bit familiar. Maybe he had been on another Flight 11 before.

Suddenly, the Doctor woke up as he heard the sound of people screaming. His eyes bolted open only to find a sharp box cutter pointed at his own chest. The Doctor slowly stood up and saw that the man was one of the five Arabs. He looked to his left and saw Jo standing up with another knife at her throat. Most of the other passengers were being held back in the corner by two of the other men. The Doctor knew that it was a good thing that he could speak Arabic.

"What is this?!" He demanded with a perfect accent and everything. Jo looked surprised, and so did the Arab, even.

"This plane is ours, now. So be a good little hostage and empty out your pockets."

"Empty out your pockets, Jo," the Doctor told her.

They did, but before the Arab threw them across the aisle and onto the other seat, the Doctor asked, "Before you take that, could you hold up one of the tickets for me to read for a second? I swear to Allah that I won't try to pull anything."

The Doctor put his hands above his head and nodded in Jo's direction as if to tell her to do the same. She did, and the Arab reluctantly held up one of the tickets while keeping the knife at the Doctor's throat. The other Arab took Jo and shoved her into the corner of the plane with the rest of the passengers. The Doctor skipped most of the information on the crumpled up ticket until he found exactly what he had been looking for all along: the date. The Doctor's eyes slowly grew even wider with fear, if that was even possible when you were on an airplane with a terrorist pointing a knife at you. He felt himself start shaking, even. He had a very good reason to, too. The date on the ticket read November 9, 2001. The Doctor and Jo were caught up right in the middle of the hijacking of one of the planes that was going to crash into the World Trade Center at any moment. This was 9/11.