The Doctor pirouetted around the console, flicking switches with an ease that Amy had known from only him. Amy had one hand firmly on the railing behind her as she watched him; the TARDIS shaking as it normally did in the Time Vortex.

"Where are we going this time?" she questioned the bowtie-wearing man in front of her, grinning.

"Well, that is a very good question! I don't actually know!" he said, walking around Rory to hit a yellow trigger. "Using the randomiser today, haven't done that in a while, you know," he said.

Rory glanced at the yellow trigger warily. "Randomiser? You mean you actually have a randomiser!"

"Of course I have a randomiser! What kind of pilot would I be if I didn't give her a say in the choosing of where we end up every once in a while?" he said, stroking the TARDIS console, clearly meaning the TARDIS. The TARDIS made a little hum of acknowledgement.

Amy rolled her eyes at this, smiling all the same. The Doctor's first love would always me the TARDIS. That never would change.

The Doctor pulled on last lever, and the TARDIS landed with the normal v-worp, v-worp of the brakes being left on, smiling at his two companions.

Amy crossed the room, the first to reach the door to outside for once, unlocking it and stepping outside, followed by The Doctor closely. Rory stepped out a few seconds later. She very quickly sensed something was wrong in the place they had just landed.

They were in London, but the streets were completely empty. Everything looked neglected, like no one had been around in years. Rubble of metal bars and glass lay on the streets. Amy subconsciously reached back grabbing Rory's hand. "Ok, something isn't right about this. London is never this quiet. Doctor, where…- no, when are we exactly?" she asked, looking around the desolate landscape. She paused, waiting for a reply, but she turned to glance at the Doctor when she didn't get a reply.

"Doctor?"

The Doctor had gone ghost white, gripping the TARDIS door with a firm grip. His eyes looked suddenly very old again. If there was ever a moment where Amy could have described the Doctor as elderly, it was that moment. Instead of answering Amy's question, he turned and looked back at the TARDIS. "Why on Gallifrey would you send us here? Now?!" he said. There was an edge to his voice, something Amy had never heard in it before… panic.

Amy's hand dropped out of Rory's for a moment, and she walked back a few steps to the Doctor, gripping his arm firmly. "Doctor, when are we?! What's wrong?" she said, worry in her eyes. His panic was feeding into her worry. Rory watched from a few feet away, looking nervous as well, shuffling his feet.

The Doctor seemed to have forgotten Amy and Rory were there for a moment, because when Amy touched his arm he spun back around, looking at her, his eyes wider than usual, but he calmed down, mostly for her benefit. He didn't want to scare the ginger. He was still a shade paler than usual, but he sounded back to his normal self.

"Well, we happen to be in London… on Earth. Late 2164. Not a very interesting year…" he paused for a moment, before continuing. "And because it's not the slightest bit interesting, why don't we just head back to the TARDIS now, shall we, Ponds?" he lied, though he didn't seem to realized how obvious his quick lie was.

Amy and Rory exchanged a look, before looking back at the Doctor.

"Doctor, I'm not leaving until you share what the hell is going on in the year 2164 and that is…-" Amy was cut off by a loud, but familiar blasting sound from a few meters off. The Doctor relented," Alright, Alright! Dalek invasion! Right here, right now, but the younger, much more grumpy version of me is either here, in the city, locked in jail somewhere, or he's already long gone. Either way, we have to go before some time-altering… thing… happens!" he said.

Amy was looking at him with worry, "Doctor, if there is a dalek invasion…. Shouldn't we help?"

"No, there was a dalek invasion. It's already happened in my past, and it's against the rules to revisit it," he said, flashing an angry glance at the TARDIS.

Rory spoke up," There must be a reason we are here, or we wouldn't be here."

Amy smiled, nodding to her husband," Yea, he's right, Doctor. The TARDIS would have not brought us here without a reason," she murmured. She heard running footsteps, and glanced up to see a pair of people running down the street, their hands linking them together. It would have been almost nice if they weren't both holding guns in their free hands, and they weren't being chased by a very retro looking dalek. They looked young, only kids. The girl maybe 15, and the boy maybe 20 at the most. They were so focused on running, neither of them noticed the blue police box a few metres away. The boy turned suddenly, pushing the girl behind him, who shouted in protest.

"David! NO!"

But it was too late, he had turned, blasting one shot straight into the eyestalk of the dalek, but not quick enough for the dalek to send a shot at the boy, David. He spasmed once, before falling backwards into the arms of the girl.