Nineteen years ago an anomaly occurred. It was an accident, New York had assured. But, whether purposeful or not, London was stripped of her physical age and memories.

England, Norway and Romania couldn't help her, she had far too much history to help her. This left them with only one choice!

Jackie and Pete Tyler had been unable to have children since they got married, Jackie was devastated. What happened that evening would change their lives forever.

After a long day of trying to find some scheme that would work, he called this his job, Pete Tyler was on his way home. Jackie would have a cup of tea ready for him along with all of that day's gossip. She would probably have a go at him for not having a real job and tell him to find one.

But what he saw when arrived at the small flat, was Jackie sat with a young blonde man. This man held vast amounts of history in his eyes and a small baby in his arms. The man and Jackie were chatting animatedly, both sipping at cups of tea.

"Jackie?" Pete called.

"Oh," Jackie said. "Pete, meet Arthur Kirkland. He wants us to take in his child!"

Jackie sounded ecstatic, but Pete... He had a strange feeling about this, he just couldn't put his finger on it. "That's... Great, Jacks." The man, Mr Kirkland, looked far too young for those eyes of his, but at the same time they looked like they couldn't be anything else.

"Hello, Mr Tyler," Arthur said placing his tea down on the coffee table. "It's very nice to meet you."

"Very nice to meet you, as well," Pete said. "Now what's this my wife is saying about this baby of yours?"

"You see, Mr Tyler-"

"Call me Pete!" Pete insisted.

"Alright," Arthur said. "Pete, I heard from... a friend of mine that you were unable to have children... my... wife..." He seemed to struggle over the word, as if he didn't feel comfortable saying it, as if he rarely said it. "Has... left me with our child and I cannot look after her."

"Oh Arthur!" Jackie said, she placed a hand on his knee.

"Yes well, when my... friend told me about your... situation, I thought you were the perfect couple for her," Arthur placed his hand to the side of the baby girl's face. "I only ask you one thing..."

"And that is..." Pete said, feeling suspicious.

"You come up with a name for her..."

"But?" Pete pressed.

"Keep her original middle name," Arthur said. "Victoria."

"Of course, sweetheart," Jackie said.

"I must be going now," Arthur said. "Goodbye, London." And with that he left.