The Dancer was a Time Lord more commonly known as the Runaway. All across time and space, there were small mentions of a lady with a sad expression, pasted across history. And she was special. She could turn her back, and walk from 1879 Paris to 2012 New York. She could bound across the planets, although she never did. The Doctor had never had the chance to chase her, and therefore put her in the back-most part of his mind. Until one day, when time just sort of, stopped.

"Doctor, what's going on?" Amy said when the TARDIS didn't make it's normal whir whir sound. Didn't make any sort of sound at all, really. Just, shuddered, sort of. The Doctor looked up, bow-tie crooked, but he was quick to fix that.

"Not sure, might be something wrong with the..." He mumbled.

"What? Doctor, say something if you're going to say something!" Amy snapped. The Doctor seemed to disregard that, and walked to the doors of the TARDIS, opening them for a second, then slamming them shut again. He waited there for a moment or two and then mumbled some more. In lieu of snapping, "Doctor! What?!" she sighed and crossed her arms.

"That cannot be..." He said.

"What, what's wrong?" Amy said, quickly, following the Doctor around the TARDIS' console.

"Look outside," The Doctor said, not looking up from the controls. Amy, perplexed, walked to the doors. Ther were still in Cardiff, and- it was a bright, sunny afternoon in the middle of Town, and no one was moving. Everything was frozen. There was a large clock on a church, and it wasn't moving. Amy looked at her watch. It, also, wasn't moving. She banged it against the side of the TARDIS, which- obviously- didn't work. She looked around again. Everything was frozen. Cabs and buses weren't moving on the street.

"Doctor," Amy said, walking back inside, "Why isn't anything moving?"

The Doctor looked up from what he was doing, fiddling with something on the console, and said, "I don't know. Time has stopped. And the TARDIS isn't working either,"

"But," Amy responded, both of them walking out into the square where the TARDIS was parked, "Why aren't we frozen? Why can we move?"

"We're time travelers," He faced her, "We're more complacated than normal people,"

"So, is this everywhere? Is this happening throughout the entire universe?"

The Doctor held up one finger, but was gone for long enough to make Amy annoyed again. He returned with a clock that he was having trouble holding. He could barely get it threw the doors of the TARDIS.

"In 1234, this clock showed every single time zone in the universe. It's a bit out of date now," The Doctor said, Amy staring blankly at all of the clock faces.

"All the other clocks are moving. Except for ours," Amy said, brow furrowed.

"Yes..." He said, pulling his sonic screwdriver out of his pocket.

A few minutes passed, the Doctor was working on something, Amy whipped around, feeling someones eyes on her. She walked toward a nearby building, where something was obviously moving. A shiver of fear moving up her spine, Amy walked back to the TARDIS, calling, "Doctor! There's something moving over here!"

"What?" He said, "But- that's not possible, unless..."

"Unless they're time travelers, yeah?" Amy responded.

The Doctor nodded, walking slowly toward the shadow that was moving.

That cannot be...