Tristan's eyes fluttered open but they closed instantly when the first thing she saw was the flickering flame of a candle.

Once her eyes were adjusted, she peeled her cheek off the tiled floor and lifted herself up by her sore wrists. She placed one hand on her waist and felt lace. Obviously confused she quickly looked down, she was wearing that dress she saw in the TARDIS on their last journey: the light blue and gold dress that looked like it had at least three petticoats.

That's when he called her back to the control room, but where was he now? And how did she get here?

"Miss," a blond man wearing unusually high waisted pants and a coat with long tails ran up to her and kneeled down, "where have you been? Your father Sir Doctor has been looking for you."

"My father, Sir Doctor?"

"Yes miss," the man looked concerned, "are you alright?"

"Um, yeah," She looked around the room, "what day is it today?"

"Well miss, it is February 18th, 1857."

"What?"

"It is February 18th, 1857. Are you sure you are alright?"

"Let me get this straight," She finally stood up, "It is February 18th, 1857, and my father is Sir Doctor."

"Um, yes Miss." He started to look incredibly nervous, "Oh no, your father said you would throw a tantrum…"

"Then you take me to him. Now."

The Doctor was sitting on a rather uncomfortable armchair wearing rather uncomfortable pants that were supposed to be popular in the 1800s when the blond man walked in, his dark-haired time traveling companion behind him.

"Sir," the blond man kneeled before the Doctor, "I found your daughter lying on the floor of the study."

"Thank you," the Doctor stood up, "you may go now."

The blond man quickly scuttled out of the room, leaving only Tristan and the Doctor staring at each other. The look on her face was of the most maximum amount of confusion anyone could ever experience and the look on his was motionless, but the thoughts in his head were swimming around and if they were visible, they would be pouring out of his eyes. She broke the connection to close the door and once she turned around she took a deep breath.

"WHAT IS GOING ON?" She screamed and for a second he thought she was trying to channel Donna Noble, "I woke up with my face plastered to the floor and I'm wearing something totally different from when we left Fossilius! And…you're apparently my father? How did we even get here?"

Then she remembered.

The two of them had just put her things away after they had established that she was in fact, staying. He was sitting on the chair with his legs propped up against the console, talking about the pros and cons of traveling to the future, and the same for traveling to the past and to other planets across the universe. He would look back at her every few minutes and he thought that the smile on her face was there because his jokes were incredibly humorous.

She was standing and leaning against the rail and looking around the interior of the TARDIS and he was oblivious to the fact that she obviously wasn't listening even though the look on her face was as if she was in another world, and her eyes were scanning across the place as if she was looking at someone else walking around, trying to live vicariously through another person's experiences.

Then it was as if time froze and a bright white light filled the ship's insides. She stood up straight and looked at him with wide eyes. They tried to run towards each other with their arms out, ready to hold on, but it was too late. The light became more and more intense and it felt as if her feet were being pulled back.

"Matter transmission... a transmat beam!" He said, snapping her back to reality, "It was most defiantly a transmat beam."

"So…someone shot a transmat beam at us?" She sat down.

"Yes, well," he contemplated, walking back and forth in front of her, "probably by accident. The transmat bream shot us and teleported us here. There must be something strange going on here; no regular transmat beam is able to penetrate the TARDIS. "

"Yeah." She said, her facial expression never changing.

He sighed, it was getting harder and harder to impress this girl.

"So, just like last time huh?" She said quietly to herself.

"What was that?" His head shot in her direction, "I don't know about you, but the last time I was shot by a transmat beam was when-- "

"Anyway!" She forced out three chuckles, "Let's go see what's going on," She stood up and opened the door, "you have no idea how hard it is to walk in one of these. The petticoats keep getting in the way of my knees."

The dining room was filled with men and woman sitting around a long – very long rectangle wooden table. The lights were dim and so was the conversation, which was kept to a low whisper.

Tristan and the Doctor stopped at the doorway.

"I guess this is the place to be." She whispered.

"Ah! Sir Doctor! Young Tristan!" the blond man came up to them again nervously and kneeled, "Please, do come in and take a seat. The Étrangers have been waiting for you two all evening!"

"Um, sorry to be rude," the Doctor said, "but who are you?"

The blond man laughed out loud and stood up, "Sir, my name is Robert and I live here and serve the Étrangers."

"Are we in France?" Tristan asked uncontrollably.

"Oh yes!" Robert smiled, "I suppose your father didn't tell you that everyone was invited here to stay until the royal family of Britain comes to visit at the end of the week. My lord, Mr. Étranger, believes that in 40 years time our two countries will be allies!"

"Yeah," Tristan mumbled just so she and the Doctor could hear, "just in time for one of the greatest wars in history."

The Doctor snorted, "Erm, well, I suppose we should be sitting down by now then. Lovely to chat with you Robert."

"Thank you sir." Robert kneeled again and tripped a woman that was walking behind him.