Posy quickly climbed up the old, creaky wooden ladder in to the orphanage attic. She stepped slowly, avoiding the creaking rung, and pulled herself deftly up through the small gap. She was a skinny sixteen year old, so this was easy for her. She knew this pathway well by now. She had had a lot of practice sneaking around when everyone else was asleep. But this was the final performance. She had come to the Lowfar Rd. orphanage as an 8 year old, with an abusive, alcoholic father and a dead mother. She wanted to find the rest of her family. That was what she was doing now.

She scrambled through the opening, into the pitch black, dusty attic. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness, and soon she could see as well as ever. She joked with her friends that it was because she always ate her carrots, but her eyes were, and always had been amazing. They were a clear, bright, sky blue and it was quite easy to lose yourself staring into them. But that was generally the effect Posy McIntosh had on people. She was tall, very skinny, blue eyed and platinum blonde hair which was insanely curly.

Posy carefully stepped over the old, broken sofa and the demented table, over to the Aluminium filling cabinet. She crouched beside it and felt around the foot and quickly found the key. This was, if there was any information on her, it would be. She roughly shoved the small key in to the lock, and turned it impatiently. She had been waiting 6 years for this, and she couldn't wait any longer. The cabinet swung open and she flicked through the files quickly. Lucy Mandies, Richard Malvern, Posy McIntosh. She pulled the file out and opened it with trembling fingers. She peered into it, and she could feel her heart sinking. It was empty! All this waiting and training and- She stopped herself half-way through her rant. It wasn't empty, not quite. A small blue diary was sitting at the bottom of the folder. It looked hundreds of years old, but that wasn't possible! She reached down, grabbed a hold of it and began to lift it up towards her when she heard a voice.

"Who's up there?" said a deep, stern voice. Posy whipped the diary into her pocket and soundlessly closed the cabinet door. Damn, Ms Stertun, or as Posy liked to call her, Mrs Stern Tum. She was very large so it wasn't possible for her to get through the opening.

"Its just me" her bell like voice ringing clearly through the attic

"Posy McIntosh! What are you doing out of bed!" She asked, furious.

"I thought I heard an animal up here, I wanted to see what it was." She replied innocently. Posy had never been an amazing liar, so the ridiculous things she tended to got her in a hell of a lot of trouble.

"Do you want me to pretend that I believe you? GET BACK TO BED YOU LITTLE LIAR! YOU ARE GOING TO HAVE DETENTION AFTER SCHOOL EVERY DAY FOR A WEEK!" Mrs Stertun screeched

"Sure thing" Posy mumbled as she shuffled towards the ladder. Great, detention for a week. She hadn't noticed it with all of the excitement from finding the diary, but she was exhausted! She shuffled back down the ladder, up the hallway to her bedroom and collapsed onto her bed, not even bothering to get under the covers, and fell asleep instantly.

Sometime during the night, it must have been about 1 am, she woke up. She rolled over, switched on her light and pulled the old, blue diary out of her pocket. She opened it up

Amelia Pond's Diary, for her eyes only!

She was enthralled, who was Amelia Pond? Posy wanted to read from the start, but the first 10 pages or so had been ripped out. She began from page 11.

Dear Diary,

Rory is being so frustrating lately. He and the Doctor are having the most massive arguments about nothing! Ever since the wedding, Rory has been kind of, protective of me. He won't let me go near the Doctor, and he keeps shooting him these smirking glances as If to say, I won her, ha-ha. I know that I married Rory, and that I love him, I can't help feeling that he is nowhere near as interesting or funny or smart as the Doctor! I know I love Rory, but I know I love the Doctor too. The only question is, who do I love more?

A love triangle, Posy was in 7th heaven! She loved romance books! She kept reading through the night, and by breakfast she could hardly keep her eyes open. Her mind was a whirl of the TARDIS and Amy and Rory, and this amazing Doctor person. One of the teachers had to yell at her to stop her from missing her bowl and pouring cereal onto the floor!

As she was crunching a frosted flake (she ate her cereal dry) she pulled her mind away from the love story, and thought about her day at school, first up, double Geography. Blerk. Posy wasn't very good at school, and geography was by far her worst subject. She had the meanest teacher as well! Mrs Bennett. She gulped down the rest of her breakfast and got her books together, before hopping on to her bus.

"Right Class," Mrs Bennett's loud, angry voice rang out through the very full class room with only one window. Posy could even hear it from right up the back of the room; she was seated next to the only window.

"Today we will be studying the Yannomie Tribe in South America. Open your text-books and start reading from page 174. Don't forget to write the date." A few people timidly asked what the date was. Mrs. Bennet made a pout with her lips, as if she was sucking an extremely sour lemon, trying to decide whether to scream at them. She decided against it.

"March 24th, keep working girls." She barked. Posy sighed a sad sigh, opened her book, and began to read. That didn't last long. Soon her mind was wondering, and she was staring out of the window.

To an observer, what happened next looked something like this. Posy was looking out of the window, and she suddenly, for no apparent reason, jumped and fell off her chair.

Posy had been watching the clouds go by. Bored, she had spotted deep blue spot in the distance. It hadn't taken long before she had realised that it was getting closer, and fast too! It wasn't long before it was less than 100m away. It took her a while, but she soon realised what it was. A flying, deep blue Police Box, The TARDIS. Then she feinted.