"H-Hang on," Amy spluttered as she returned the phone to the console, interrupting the Doctor in one of his rambles," So that was the Winston Churchill, like, World War Two, Prime Minister, 'If-you-were-my-wife-I'd-drink-it', that Winston Churchill?"

The Doctor looked at her, slightly irritated at being cut off during one of his speeches and said," Yeah, 'course it was," He squinted at her suspiciously," why? What other Winston Churchill do you know?"

"I don't know, I just thought it might have been a different planet Churchill, or maybe a parallel universe Churchill, something like that." It wouldn't be the strangest thing I've seen so far, she thought.

She was surprised to see a slightly sad look in his eye at her mention of other universes, but it was gone in a moment so she dismissed it.

"Typical human!" He cried, jumping at a lever nearby." You invent something infinitely more complicated to explain something that is, in fact, very simple. Yes, that was Winston Churchill, yes he asked for my help, and yes we're going there now."

Amy blinked," Going where?" She called suspiciously. The Doctor looked up at her from the console and grinned, "To the middle of the London Blitz." He answered, before slamming down a lever.

OOOoooOOOoooOOO

The Doctor laughed as the TARDIS- his beautiful, new, sexy police box- hurtled through the vortex. He looked over at Amy to see her holding on to a railing for dear life. He laughed again; she'd get used to it soon. Everyone did.

His smile faded slightly as he remembered her comment about parallel universes. He was surprised at himself; he hadn't thought it would hurt as much as it did still.

He thought he had finally gotten some closure that New Year's Eve, when he wished R- her, he stopped himself fiercely. When he wished her a brilliant year.

Of course, he already knew her life was going to change that year, so it wasn't really a wish, but she didn't know that. He wondered if the thought of the Blitz was the reason she was on his mind, after all, that was one of their first adventures, back when he was all ears and leather.

The TARDIS lurched suddenly and he suddenly snapped back into action, leaping around the room, laughing with Amy, locking those memories away carefully but firmly. It would always hurt, but it was in the past, and nothing he did could change that.

OOOoooOOOoooOOO

Amy hugged the railing with all her strength as the TARDIS flung everything not bolted to the console around the room. She laughed. She would never ever get used to this.

As the shaking calmed down, she slowly relinquished her grip and gave a shaky laugh at the Doctor. He was whizzing around the room looking at screens and things, obviously eager to go outside and explore.

"So are we there yet?" She teased, making him stop and smile at her.

"Oh yes," He beamed. "let's go, shall we? Lovely phrase; let's go. Allons-y." He smiled reminiscently and she snapped her fingers at him,

"Oy, raggedy-man, let's go! " He looked back at her, shook himself and grabbed her hand,

"Right, come along Pond. Ready to meet Mister Winston Churchill?"

He ran for the door, dragging a surprised Amy for a second before she caught up with him, laughing as she ran.

"Ah. Now, see, this isn't correct." The Doctor stated matter-of-factly. Amy rolled her eyes as she took in the abandoned hospital before her. Trust him to get it wrong, for a Time-Lord; he never really could arrive on time.

"Well where are we then?" She muttered as she climbed up a small pile of debris.

"Hang on…" The Doctor began." This place looks very familiar."