For William and Kate, congratulations to the newly weds.
29th April 2011.
The beautiful sounds of the choir echo through the halls of Westminster abbey.
Pastel coloured dresses and fancy hats spotted around the invited, and outside Union Jacks are waved frantically by excited members of the public.
Royals place themselves in their seats at the front and wait for the arrival of the future princess.
She arrives, a vision of beauty, dressed in a dress of white lace, wearing a diamond tiara in her long, brunette hair.
And so her walk begins, down one of the longest isles in Britain, holding her fathers hand.
Her bridesmaids, page boys and maid of honour follow behind, surrounded by the chimes of choirboys and trumpets.
She arrives at the front of the hall, a smile beaming on her face and radiating the room, next to her Prince.
And then the sound of Cloister bells fill the space, a whirling sound.
A man rushes in and people stare. A secret lover perhaps? A late arrival? No, not quite.
"Amy… Sorry… Problems with the TARDIS… I'm here.. I only came for the Dancing you know-"
He stops.
He realises.
"Ah." He says nervously. Over the whispers of the audience that are observing.
"Wrong wedding… Sorry." With a bow of his head, he walks calmly out.
And after the whispering and gossiping dies down, history takes his course.
The sounds of the universe, deep whirring sounds, signify the mysterious mans departure, as he leaves the Royals to their special day.