"Where are we now?" Donna asked, shielding her eyes from the sudden brightness outside of the TARDIS. The sky was blue with fluffy white and silver clouds dotting it.

"Earth! London, to be exact! And it's a beautiful day!" Donna turns to the Doctor, who was squinting around as well. "Let's find out the date, eh?" he says as he bustles off into a nearby cafe. The door makes a pleasant "ding!" as they walked in.

The girl at the counter smiled and welcomed them warmly. "Hi there! Anything I can do for you?"

"Ah, yes!" the Doctor said enthusiastically. "I know I may sound like a nutter, but what's the date?"

The girl laughed. "It's the 27th of April, 2005." She shows them to a small table near the back of the cafe. "Here's your menus. Any drinks for you today?"

The Doctor and Donna both order water and lemon and a small salad. As the waitress went to get their drinks, Donna asked, "Okay, mister. Why are we in London in 2005? This was a bad year for me. I was temping at this shoddy little company in Westminster and I-"

"Donna, let me explain!" the Doctor interrupted. Donna and the Doctor stared at each other in silence for a moment before the Doctor said, "I have no idea. I just wanted you to stop talking."

Donna made a noise of surprise and bewilderment. "Listen here, bub. I don't have to put up with you and your-"

"Here are your drinks and salads," the waitress cuts in. "It's funny. Another man came in and asked what the date was too."

"Oh?" said the Doctor. He turned his full attention to her. "Who was it? Describe him to me."

"Oh! I don't have to, he's over there. Him and his girlfriend."

The Doctor turns and looked to where she was pointing. Sitting at a table on the other side of the cafe, a man in a leather jacket and big ears was making lively conversation with a small blonde girl with big eyes. They were both laughing and gesturing wildly. The Doctor's face filled with shock and sadness as he realized who the man and girl were. He jumped up and stormed out the door. Donna put some money on the table, apologized to the waitress and hurried after him.

"Oi! Doctor! What the hell are you doing?"

The Doctor spun and stopped in front of Donna. "We are leaving. Now. We are not supposed to be here."

"Why? Who were those people?"

The Doctor looked around nervously, running a hand frantically through his hair. He paced back and forth a few steps and glanced back at the cafe anxiously. He looked at Donna with an intent stare. "That," he said with a quiver of fear in his voice, a wild frenzy in his eyes, "was me."