"Did you know," Grace challenged again, "That if you poke a Loom in its right eye and then its left that it will offer to bake you bread."

The Doctor let out a chuckle, forgetting the serious face he had managed the rest of the game. He looked up at Grace. "Why would you do that?"

Grace shook her head, ignoring his question. "That's not what I asked. I asked if you knew." She crossed her arms and tried to look stern.

"No," the Doctor conceded, making Grace the winner of today's game. "We may need to talk about your manners though."

Donna had opted out of today's game of Did you Know, leaving just the Doctor and Grace to spout of facts until they finally found something the other didn't know. She was now sitting in a chair holding her book. She had given reading a good try, but the book laid open on her lap, because she had become engrossed in their game. "That's all you, you know?" She told the Doctor, her voice playful.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at his wife, his face holding an excellent resemblance to surprise. "Me? I have perfect manners."

Donna laughed, and stood and walked over to her husband. "You know what she has seen her whole life?"

"I…" the Doctor protested.

Donna continued though, "I'll tell you what. She has seen her father, which is you, in case you forgot, playing a never ending game of I wonder what would happen if I blank. And in that blank you can insert something that maybe..just maybe shouldn't be done, but you do it anyway. And now she does too. So again. All you." Donna turned her head to her daughter. "But I wouldn't trade either of you for the world. And I could, I've had offers, just so you know."

The Doctor pulled her close and kissed her lips before he let go and looked at Grace. "Perfect manners." Donna glared and he continued, "So my lovely winner, where are we going, then?"

Winner of the game always got to pick where they would go that day. The Doctor would have taken them anywhere they asked, but Grace thought this way was more fun. Donna had been yesterday's winner with a fact about a turkey man, and had chosen to go to Labros. Grace had insisted that they have a dinner date and that she would go explore. He and Donna had taken turns being nervous wrecks but she had returned to them safe, with a mischievous smile on her face. A smile he now attributed to eye poking and bread eating.

"Earth," Grace decided quickly.

"Always a good choice," the Doctor commented. "Any particular year?"

"2011," she replied and the Doctor looked up.

"Ok," he was studying her, wondering if she had something up her sleeve. "Anywhere specific?"

"Middle of the USA? Let's say southern Missouri."

Donna looked at Grace now also, "Grace?"

"You said it was my choice," she looked away, a sure sign she wasn't being completely honest.

The Doctor reached in his coat pocket for his physic paper but came up empty. "Where's my paper, Grace?"

She gave a non-committal shrug and he sighed. He wasn't mad at her, certain that she had a good reason but he wanted to know what it was. She looked back up and tossed it to him. Catching it easily, he opened it and a large part of him wished he hadn't. With just two words, he felt his hearts flood with fear. Stone Angels. He showed it to Donna who turned to Grace.

"You're not going," he and Donna told her at the same time.

She didn't back down, "I am, I'm old enough to decide if something is too dangerous for me."

He wanted to use a line about being under his roof, but he knew that she would just go on her own if he tried to stop. If she was going to be out there, he wanted her close enough to protect. "All right." Donna turned back to him.

"Doctor?"

He reached for her hand, and lowered his voice. "You know her, Donna. She's us… do you think she is going to stay here?"

Donna shook her head. "Okay."

The Doctor figured out the coordinates and parked the TARDIS. The three of them stepped out of it, to an empty street. The sign announced it as Main Street but there wasn't anyone around. The Doctor began to walk towards the first business he came too, Donna following but Grace tried to walk in the opposite direction. Without turning around he spoke to her. "Not happening. You get to play follow the leader today."

She sighed but turned around, following her mother and father. If she could have seen what she would have walked into, she would have been grateful that he had made her.