Roughly half an hour later, the man was waking on Amy Pond's couch to find Amy Pond glaring over him. He blinked.

"Answers," she demanded. The man rubbed his eyes.

"I'm getting… balcony," he sat up straight. "I fell off a balcony! God that must've been embarrassing…"

"Who are you?" Amy was stern.

"The Doctor."

"What?" Amy huffed impatiently.

"I'm the Doctor."

"Does the Doctor have a name?"

"Just the Doctor."

Amy sighed. "All right then, Doctor, what were you doing on my balcony?"

"I don't believe I was on it for a very long time-" the Doctor smiled, but cut off when he saw the girl's hard eyes. He coughed. "I haven't seen you in a very long time. Now that the sun has gone, for want of a better term, spazzy, and it's snowing in July, I thought you might need questions."

Amy arched her eyebrows. "Questions?"

The Doctor squinted and cleared his throat. "Answers; I meant answers."

"Right," Amy left one eyebrow raised in a sceptical manner. "So far I've got none."

"Well, I've just answered the two questions you've just asked."

"Right," Amy repeated, still vaguely unsure if this odd man was being serious. "So," she took a deep breath. "Why has the sun gone… spazzy?"

"It seems," the Doctor mused. "Someone has put it on standby. Which would explain the snow…" he hopped off the couch, shaking his head as though to clear it.

"Well," Amy tried to keep panic from her voice. "Is someone going to sort it? I mean, we'll all die… won't we?"

"Not someone," the Doctor straightened his bow tie. "Me."

"What-" Amy half-laughed. "On your own?"

"As usual," the Doctor said quietly.

"Do you need any help?" Amy asked, attempting to keep disbelieving tones at bay.

"Nope," the Doctor began to retrieve his jacket from a small radiator.

"Do you want any help?"

He paused. "You know what?" the Doctor turned to Amy and grinned. "I think I do."