The stranger, the end and the beginning.

Amy and the doctor were walking down a pact street being bustled and tussled on market day of 1786, traders were bartering, cows mooing and horses shitting, when suddenly a look of complete alarm took over the Doctor's face.

He turned to Amy and shouted 'Run!'

He began to run but Amy, startled was still standing fixed on the spot.

She felt his hand grab her arm and him repeating 'run' and she began to run, she turned her head to see what she was running from and fleetingly saw a man, old waving at them, she was sure, and shouting something she couldn't make out but sounded like 'hell'.

They ran and run, with the Doctor intermittently telling her to be quick. He turned and they ran into a house, a house full of many children and one startled mother.

'Sorry, we're here on' the Doctor began and he pulled out his psychic paper.

'Of course' she replied relieved 'I'll get the soup immediately'

Amy was about to relax when the Doctor pocked her with aspirations of 'quick, keep moving'.

They moved through the house coming to the back room with only a window.

'Now what?' she asked

'Window, quick... quicker'

He threw the window open and prompted Amy threw and then shoved her threw with aspersions of 'quick'. Himself he nimbly climbed out.

Irritated, muddy and tired and all the encouragement she got from the Doctor was 'quick'.

She went quicker, as quick as her fear would carry her, and she went quickly into the next home, quickly up the stair and quickly into the wardrobe.

Slowly she began 'Are you going…' only to be interrupted with a sssshhhh from the Doctor.

A minute passed by and Amy again tried to interrogate the Doctor to only be ssshhhed down again but this time she retorted with an eye-roll feeling silly trapped in a closet, a closet far to cramped for her comfort, hiding from an assailant who had to have been lost ages ago.

The slow creek of the door she heard, and the harsh sound of a boot walking across the floor, and the shadow she saw creeping in the slit of light into their small safe haven. Then the voice she heard, male it was, aged it be and of slow speech. 'Hello' it said ' hello is any body here, I thought … oh well'

Then she heard him leave. Amy was about to ask why they were running from a man trying to greet them when the doctor put his finger warningly against her lip and held it there. Eventually he dropped it and gave a little nod.

'You're going to ask who that was?' The Doctor said.

'Yes,' Amy Replied, 'but first I was going to ask, can we leave the closet?, it' just…'

They both suddenly became aware how aggressively close they were, their lips practically at a touch. The Doctor looked down and replied' yes'.

They got out with a lot more difficulty than they had getting in but they got out none the less, and Amy asked they question the doctor had foretold.

'Who was that' She asked, 'and why are we running from some saying 'hello'? Scary.'

'You have no idea' he retorted.

'What was he going to do? Greet us to death' she chuckled and on seeing the Doctor hadn't liked or got the joke she peevishly cattawolloped him with 'fine don't laugh'

Absentmindedly the Doctor replied 'what?'

'Oh, greeting in Scottish means…'

'I think I know my Scottish colloquialisms Amy' he replied with impertinence, while he scanned the door with his sonic screwdriver, then turning to her he continued, 'after all, I use to be Scottish, but this is no laughing matter. You have no idea how close we came', he put his fingers together for emphasis.

'Why' Scared Amy asked slowly, 'who was that?'

'That Amy, that was a time guardian, perhaps the most boring species all the universe of all time'.

'Is that all? She said with relieve and she felt the tension release from her body and she laughed.

'What, 'is that all', I just saved us from a most unprofitable boring conversation. It would have lasted hours and what if he'd wanted to stay the night. There just awful, the most tedious punctilious people in all Gallifrey, on and on they go explaining every fastidious detail, and they never take a hint about leave or notice how bored the other person is. Honestly we must be the most unluckiest people to run into one when we have all space and time to avoid them. Wait a minute, what was he doing here and how was he doing here?

'What…' Amy began to ask, but the doctor just kept on talking mostly to himself.

'… They're all suppose to be trapped on Gallifrey.'

Suddenly he was running out the door, running after the man they'd been trying so assiduously to escape from, leaving Amy flabbergasted and alone in an empty room. She mumbled to her 'fine I'll just stay here then' when The doctor popped his head back in the room and told her off with the word 'quick'. Right then, tired, irritable and with the eyebrow arched she could have thumped him but he was too dared quick.