Jonathan walked through the alley that was Cardiff pier. It was busy, as always, but the place seemed a little off. He looked around and spotted it; a blue box sat in a corner. He was about to go take a look when he saw two people walking towards it; an oddly dressed man with hair to match and a ginger haired girl in jeans and a t-shirt with a leather jacket.

"Doctor, what exactly is wrong?" She asked.

"Time is splintering." The man she'd called 'Doctor' said "Which means something's wrong. I mean, in Cardiff, it could be something to do with the rift, but…"

"Rift?" She asked "What rift?"

"The rift." The Doctor said "It's a tear in time and space, similar to the time vortex. Runs through the heart of Cardiff, not too far from here actually. I'd be willing to bet that's the cause as well, at least part of it."

As he finished, he keeled over in obvious pain. The girl moved to help him but he gestured for her to stay back. Jonathan decided it was an okay time to go over, since the guy looked like he was dying.

"Is he okay?" He asked as he came over "It's just I was passing by and saw him just collapse there."

"He's fine." The girl said "Thanks."

"That's okay." He said, before smiling "so, what's your name?"

"Oh, so that's your game." She said, before smirking "Well, before you go any further, I'll just tell you, I have a boyfriend. Sorry."

Before he could get another word in, the man had got up. Deciding it wasn't worth it, especially if the guy turned out to be the boyfriend she was talking about, Jonathan walked away.

"What was up with him?" The Doctor said "And hold on- did you just tell him you have a boyfriend?"

"I do." Amy said "Is that so hard to believe?"

"No, I'm just surprised you haven't spoke about him before." The Doctor said, before laughing "It's good, I love surprises."


The man in the black uniform walked through the corridor noiselessly. Since he'd arrived in the pathetic area and began altering its future over 350 years before, he'd become bored with it. However, it was necessary. He had to make the place rich with fear. He needed it to survive.

While he looked Human, he was actually a fear eater. His people were immortal, provided there was fear for them to feed upon. That was why he'd been slowly converting the place into the dank, dark suburb it was today. It allowed him to keep them in a state of subconscious fear.

When he reached the end of the corridor, he looked at the monitor there. He'd set it to scan for anything new and outside of his designs. It had arrived on a blue wooden box with the words 'police public call box' on it. He began pressing buttons, setting his system to block any possible functionality. It wouldn't be causing him any problems anymore.