The quiet of the countryside was disrupted by a whining and whooshing sound along with the sudden appearance of a blue box. A shepherd stood by, watching, and afraid to move. Was he losing his mind? Things dont just appear out of nowhere! Once the vision had become solid, he watched as a tall skinny man nearly fell out of the door, laughing, with a petite blonde right behind him. The tall man looked up and saw the shepherd.
"Oi! Good man! Where are we? Or more accurately, when are we?"
The shepherd stood in shock before finally stuttering out, "England! The year is 1536! Have ye had too much to drink, mate?"
The tall skinny man replied, "Oh hello! Im the Doctor! This is Rose." He gestured to the small blonde next to him.
"Hello!" Rose let out a small wave. The shepherd waved back, still confused. They both jumped when the Doctor spoke again.
"Oh! Wait! England! 1536! Henry VIII is King! Such an amazing man! Completely reformed England! Such a history! And his wife is…wait, what month is it?"
"Why, its May Sir. The 18th day." The shepherd started to think he really was in a drunken stupor. How else would you describe a man and girl in strange clothing, and a box appearing in front of his eyes. The Doctor suddenly looked panicked.
"Oh no." he groaned.
"What, Doctor?" Rose saw his worried expression.
"Rose. This is one of those times I was telling you about. I dont know why the TARDIS brought us here, but we must not mess with events!" Rose still looked confused. "Anne Boleyn, Rose! Anne Boleyn! She is to be executed tomorrow!"