A small planet in the Andromeda Galaxy. Its main purpose is that of a refuelling station, and all around popular stopping point for travelers. A few restaurants and small store line the main street.

Two men wait outside the restroom area for their traveling companions, while not ignoring each other; they have not acknowledged one another either. One of the men is quite tall, and almost impossibly skinny. He is dressed in a blue pinstriped suit, the stripes are red, and a lighter blue shirt is barely visible under the blue blazer and bright red tie. His feet are donned with matching red converse sneakers. His outfit is topped off with a long brown trench coat.

The man next to him is only a few inches shorter, he is dressed smartly in a tweed jacket over a blue and white pinstriped shirt; a blue bowtie is fastened around his neck. Shiny black dress shoes peak out from under his pant legs. He is impatiently staring at his watch.

The man with the blue bowtie looks over at the man standing a few feet away from him, but does not look up at his face, he contemplates starting a conversation with the man, but doesn't. Amy, Rory, and River should be along soon. He looks back at his watch willing time to go faster.

"Bloody women" the taller man muttered under his breath.

Over hearing the man in tweed sees this as an opportunity for conversation with stranger, "you too?" he asks moving closer to the other man.

"Pardon?" the taller man turned in the direction of the new voice making his long jacket swing out behind him.

"Did I hear you say you were waiting for a woman?" asked the man in tweed awkwardly.

"Yes, I am. I mean you did. Yes."

"Me too."

"It's the only reason we stopped" the two men said in unison. Both men laughed awkwardly then fell silent again.

The man with the bowtie was beginning to feel as though he had met this stranger before, there was something vaguely familiar about him, but he couldn't place where they might have met. Deciding he wanted to find out more about the stranger next to him, he asked a very personal question

"Is she your wife?"

The taller man turned back to face him, an absolutely horrified expression upon his face,

"Good heavens no! She's a friend, just a friend, best friend maybe... but no, no..." the man shook his head violently trying to erase a mental image as one would erase an etch-a-sketch drawing.

"Oh, sorry I asked."

"What about you?" well he figured it was only polite to return the question.

"No. Well... maybe. I don't know yet."

The tall man raised his eyebrows, but said nothing, as another young man approached where they waiting. Sensing someone coming towards him the man with the bowtie turned around to see who, or what was coming.

"Ah, Rory," he clapped the man he was speaking to heartily on the back "all done I see. Good, good, just waiting on River and Amy now."

The man draped his left arm over the newcomers' shoulders and turned back around and faced the other man. A quizzical look crossed the face of the man wearing red chucks.

"So, is this your..." friend? Almost wife? The man wasn't sure how to finish his question and just pointed vaguely at the new man.

Now it was the tweed clad mans turn to look horrified

"No, no... no this" he still had his left arm draped casually over Rory's shoulder, and used his right hand to pat Rory's chest, "this is Rory, Rory is married."

"Oh?" The tall man's eyebrows shot up again, getting lost in his hairline.

"Ah! No, ah. To Amy, Rory is married to Amy." So much for polite conversation with a stranger, everything was going wrong. "Did I mention I'm with two women? Yes two women and a Rory! Yes, you see it's the other woman who... oh never mind I'm stopping talking now."

Rory was very confused by the whole conversation, but was spared from making sense of it when his friend spoke again.

"Let me try again, this is my friend Rory" he said pointing to Rory, "and Rory this is... I'm sorry I never got your name, though I feel as though we've met before."

The man in red converse looked into the bowtie man's face.

"Nope, sorry, but I don't think so. I have a very good memory, never forget a face. Actually, I don't forget anything really. Take this jacket for instance", he tugged at the long brown coat, "Janis Joplin gave me this jacket."

It was when those words sunk in that the man realized who he was talking with and why he looked so familiar. Good memory my Tardis, he thought to himself, you can't even recognize yourself. Suddenly another thought struck him, looking at his watch again he knew who his former self was waiting for.

The three men were spared from more awkward conversation by the arrival of three redheaded women.

"There's my girls" said the main with the bowtie pointing towards the young girl with long red hair, "Amy" and pointing towards another woman with curly blondish-red hair "and River."

"Pleased to meet you both" said the man in the long jacket as he shook their hands. "I'm-" he was cut off by a brash voice.

"Oi, alien boy, you said we were on a tight schedule, and your here socializing, lest you could do is introduce me."

The time lord smiled, he would never get tired of hearing those words, "so sorry, this is my friend Donna Noble, Donna these are-" he was cut off again, this time by his future self.

"I'm John... Smith, and this is Rory, Amy, and River." He spat out very quickly. He couldn't let himself know who he was.

"Brilliant," he said with a beaming smile "and I'm the Doctor" replied the Doctor with a little wag of his head. "Unfortunately my friend here is right" he said tapping his watch, "places to go, people to see."

He turned to the man he didn't know he would one day become, "bowtie, very cool. Every time I wear a bowtie something bad happens, hope you have better luck. Nice meeting you all." With a smile and a wave Donna Noble and her Doctor walked off to wear they had left the Tardis.