A/N: Ok, well only one person reviewed (thank you Adali) but I figured I'd add the next bit anyways. I realize that the first chapter was very short and somewhat dull, I'm sorry for that. This chapter is longer and hopefully more interesting. Please review! It brings a little happiness to my day. Thanks!

By the time the TARDIS came to a stop in America, the Doctor had composed himself, or at least had tried to. His hair was a bit more together, but still held that semi-disheveled look that was his trademark; his clothing had been changed, he now wore a freshly pressed suit and his trench coat; but his eyes betrayed him. His eyes showed all the hurt and the sadness he held inside.

He ran his hands through his hair once more, letting out a sigh as he began moving towards the door. Before exiting, he checked his pockets, making sure he had his sonic screwdriver and psychic paper. The doors of the TARDIS clicked shut behind him and he surveyed his surroundings. Skyscrapers, yellow taxi cabs, and thousands of people rushing from one place to another. New York City, definitely, but where was the crisis? He looked around, racking his brain for an answer, trying to make sense of why the TARDIS had brought him here.

As his eyes scanned the city once more, the Doctor shook his head and began to move back to his 'Police Box'. He then stuck out a hand to open the door but was shocked when it didn't open, strange. The key was warm in his hand as he took it out and put it into the lock, still nothing.

'Come on girl, let me in. What's the matter?' The Doctor thought, jiggling the key once more.

'Excuse me? Who's the Time Lord here? Let me inside.'

'TARDIS, I'm ordering you…' He was cut off by an angry buzzing noise.

'Wait! You can't just leave me out here. 'It buzzed angrily again.

'Three hours? You're going to leave me out here for three hours, even when there is no particular reason for me to be here?'

'Fine, fine, three hours…' He stuck the key back in his pocket, moving off. 'I can survive in New York for three hours…'

"Bloody machine…bloody female machine." The Doctor almost growled to himself as he sauntered around the streets of New York. He had his hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket as he walked, his ears picking up on the soft patting noise of his converse on the concrete.

"Three hours, what am I supposed to do for three hours?" He grumbled, looking down at his feet, not paying attention to where he was going.

"Trying not to run into scaffolding would be a start." A voice beside him said. The owner of the voice grabbed onto his arm, pulling him to a stop just short of said scaffolding.

The Doctor looked up to see the smiling face of a woman, a native New Yorker judging by her accent. He moved his eyes to the hand on his arm, noticing her pale peach skin and long slender fingers. As he brought his eyes up to study her face once more, he forced a smile.

"Sorry, not myself today. But thank you for saving me from a very embarrassing situation." He replied, somewhat distracted by his thoughts.

"Not to mention a somewhat painful one." She smiled back at him, not failing to notice the pain in his eyes. She dropped her hand back to her side and cocked her head slightly, trying to figure out what to make of this stranger.

His hearts leaped slightly at her smile, it was like no other smile he'd ever seen, completely genuine and entirely infectious. Soon he found himself smiling, much more realistically than before. He wasn't sure what it was about this woman that made him forget his troubles, but he was thankful, very thankful for her.

She stuck out her hand, the smile never leaving her face. "I'm Kim. Kimberly Howell, pleasure to meet you."

"The Doctor, err…John, Doctor John Smith." He quickly corrected himself, starting to wonder about himself.

"A Doctor, eh? You don't look like a Doctor, but look who's talking." Kim laughed, "I'm an actress, performer, woman of all trades…in case you were wondering."

"I was. Thank you." The Doctor replied, unable to rid himself of a goofy smile that was now plastered on his face. He still wasn't sure why he was acting this way, and what it was about Kim that made him feel so much better, made him forget about…everything, but he wasn't complaining. Actually, this seemed quite a pleasant way to spend three hours.

"So, Doctor. Where are you from?" She queried, looking at him eagerly.

"What?" He wrinkled his brow, looking at her thin face.

"Where are you from? It's obvious you aren't from here, with an accent like that."

"Oh, yes, right. Sorry, as I said before, I'm not myself today. But I'm from," He paused in thought, he couldn't tell her where he was really from, or could he? "England, London to be exact…" He was going to continue to ramble on, but was cut off by his companion.

"London? Oh, that's wonderful! I love London; I'd spend forever there if I could. As a matter of fact, I spent quite some time there last year, appearing in a musical in the West End. Do you ever take in any theatre?" Kim was practically bouncing with excitement as she spoke.

"I'm afraid not, normally I'm too busy saving the world." The Doctor replied haphazardly. Luckily for him she thought he was being metaphorical.

"Work-a-holic then? Too bad, theatre really is a great way to escape from yourself." She stated easily, nodding her head slightly.

"So I've heard…" He let his voice trail off as he studied this woman, still trying to figure out why he felt so comfortable around her, or why he felt the need to keep talking to her.

"Well, "She sighed, looking down momentarily, "I suppose I've taken up enough of your time. I'm sure you've got something much more important to do than stand here and talk to me all day."

"Actually, no." He answered, looking up with a smile, feeling happier than he had in a long time. Something inside him screamed out, telling him to not let her go. "Would you care for some lunch?"

The Doctor had flashed her one of his most heart-melting smiles and it didn't go unnoticed. Kim returned the smile and chuckled lightly. "I know this great little place four blocks over, amazing burgers, you do eat meat, don't you? Well, even so, they also have great soup and sides…" She began to ramble on, sliding her arm into his and moving off.

The Doctor couldn't help but laugh, it appeared that he'd finally found someone that talked more than he did, and he didn't mind at all.

A/N: Well, that's all for now. I hope you enjoyed it. Please review!