Josephine was stressed out. Sure, she had business, but every day she spent cooped up inside working with tired old instruments made her lose a little more of her sanity. Don't get her wrong, she loved her job and was brilliant at it, but doing the same thing day in and day out wasn't really her style. And today's incident was just the last straw.

Josephine wasn't sure how Mrs. Johnson decided she knew how to do everything better than she, who went through years and years of training in order to do this job. But here she was, telling Josephine off about it.

"You said you would be done a week ago! I don't even think you actually know what you are doing! You don't expect me to actually pay you for this?"

At this Josephine bristled and started putting the parts back into the piano as fast as she could, trying not to break anything (which proved to be a struggle despite how long she'd been doing this) so Mrs. Johnson wouldn't have cause to sue her. "Okay, lady, first of all, I am a certified professional that went through an actual school for a year just to learn how to do this, not to mention all of the music and physics classes I've taken before that. I would have been done ahead of what I told you if you had actually had the brains to be quiet while I did my work, or if you hadn't cancelled half of the appointments you made with me, or even paid half of the price at the beginning like I asked you to. But, since you haven't paid me, haven't shut up or turned down the TV liked I asked you to, and decided that you needed to take that emergency vacation to Florida because you're SO stressed out, I don't feel at all guilty leaving your piano as it is and saying this: Goodbye and I'm dropping you as a customer."

Shoving her tools back into her pack, Josephine stormed out of the house and floored the gas pedal all the way home, thinking about what happened. What was she going to do now?

Music was always a part of Josephine's life. Her mother was a piano teacher and by the age of five Josephine had already been playing piano for some time. At age nine, Josephine started learning violin and quickly realized she was different from the other beginners. She just knew what the notes sounded like. She had no problem whatsoever picking up the instrument and playing something she'd only heard and not read after only a single time. She didn't need the teacher to tune her violin, she already knew if it was off-key.

She smiled at the memory of asking her mother "You mean you don't know what note that is? I thought everyone knew how to do that!" and looking at the surprise etched on her face.

From then on, it was like a switch in her brain flicked on and Josephine couldn't imagine her life without music, without her astonishing sense of hearing. She just knew she was meant to make music, even if she didn't have the confidence to actually become a solo performer. That was how she got into this business. She could "use her powers for the good of the people" when she became a piano technician. A small part of it was to satisfy Josephine's inner turmoil whenever she heard an out-of-tune instrument that nobody would attempt to make better, but another part was that she loved helping people experience the power of music.

Sighing, she got out of her car and went inside the house she lived in with her mother and sister.

"You're home early," her mother remarked, "Everything okay?"

Josephine harrumphed and shut herself in her room. This isn't what she had in mind when she chose this career. Desperate for something to take her mind off things, she began digging in her closet

for something to do. Pushing aside old abandoned cross-stitching and crochet projects that took a turn for the worse, she noticed a silver gleam at the bottom of the junk-filled box. It was a pocket watch. Hmm. She forgot that she even had a pocket watch, even though somewhere at the back of her mind, she recognized that she had it ever since she could remember. Wiping a bit of dust off of it, she looked at the mysterious circular symbols that were carved on the surface. She wondered if the clock actually worked; she couldn't hear any ticking, but some sort of swishy sound that almost sounded like speech.

Without knowing why, she grew nervous at the thought of opening the watch. Why should she be? It WAS hers, after all. Heart pounding, she took a deep breath and clicked the watch open.

The Doctor was on his own again. It had been excruciatingly difficult to leave his best mate with no memory of him as well as leave the girl he loved in a parallel universe with his double that had committed genocide in his first hour of life, and he had been in a depression ever since. He hadn't left the vortex in what was probably the equivalent of a week, not that he'd been counting. He just didn't have the motivation to do anything but sulk. The TARDIS did her best to console him and make sure he took care of his basic needs like eating and sleeping, but there's only so much a sentient ship that couldn't talk could do for him.

So the Doctor was in the state of consciousness that was less than awake and yet not asleep when sensors started beeping and alarms started going off.

Annoyed, the Doctor rose to his feet.

"So help me, if it's those time agents trying to prank call the TARDIS again I will seriously unleash the full wrath of the Oncoming Storm!" he hissed before reading the screens. The TARDIS was materializing and there was nothing he could do to stop it because he had programmed to do just that in the event that…

The Doctor gulped as he digested what he had just seen and sank down into the jump seat. Another Time Lord? Again? He wasn't ready to go through another Year that Never Was. But if this was the Master again, who else would be able to stop him?

Taking a deep breath, he stepped out into…the room of a young woman? Too many times had unfortunate TARDIS parking gotten him into unwanted trouble, and this was looking bad already. Especially when said young woman was passed out on the floor. The Doctor froze when he got a closer look. He knew this person glowing with yellow light. This Time Lord. Her name: The Tuner.