As the TARDIS and Enterprise crews walked down the streets of New York, a young, blonde woman walked into the Doctor.
"Excuse me, sweetie," said the blonde.
"Tallulah!" cried the Doctor with delight.
"Oh, a fan! I've been gone all this time and someone still recognizes me."
"Tallulah, it's me, the Doctor."
"The Doctor? You can't be. He's all..."
"Yes, I know! Matchstick man with sand shoes. How embarrassing! I've regenerated. When a Time Lord dies, he gets a whole new body."
"Intriguing," said Data.
"Like the Phoenix?" asked Picard.
"Oh my God," gasped Tallulah, "it is you, ain't it? What are you doing here?"
"Just showing my friends the sights," said the Doctor.
"You got to bring them to the Theater. Come on! I was going to visit the girls while I was back in town tonight."
The theater Tallulah took them to had a lounge in front.
"This is quite similar to the ambiance captured in your Dixon Hill holonovels, Captain," said Data.
"Captain?" Tallulah asked the Doctor. "Is he a cop?"
"No," said the Doctor. "They fought in the War together."
"What's with that guy's skin?"
"Bit of jaundice."
"Hey, you! You ought to lay off the sauce."
"I have not used any sauce, Miss Tallulah," said a confused Data.
"She means alcohol, Data," explained Rory.
"I do not drink," insisted Data.
"Data!" snapped Picard.
"Aya, Captain?"
"You drink too much."
"Aye, Captain. Miss Tallulah, please forgive my complexion. I am an alcoholic."
"Speaking of which," said the Doctor, "why don't you get some drinks and look normal."
"We don't have an currency, Doctor," said Picard.
"Here," said the Doctor as he drew a collection of coins from the pocket of his tweed suit and handed it to Picard. "Some of these must be period appropriate. Now, fit in!"
The Doctor stepped out of the lounge into the corridor. The sound of voices drifted up from nearby stairway. The Doctor quietly descended the stairs to the theater's basement and found at the landing two police constables.
"May I help you?" asked the Doctor.
"Sorry, bud," said the constable, "but that's my line."
"Sorry, constable."
"It's 'officer' this side of the pond. Hey, what's so funny?"
"You said pond. I asked if I could help, because that's what I do. I'm the Doctor."
"We don't need no doctor. We got missing people, not sick ones."
"I see," said the Doctor.
"Now, Barney," said the other officer, "no need to alarm the public. We've seen enough here. Come on, Barney."
The two gruff police officers departed up the stairs leaving the Doctor faintly smiling, whispering softly to himself, "Missing people."
As the Doctor went back up the stairs he ran head on into a man in a suit with a briefcase.
"Hey!" cried the man. "Watch it, buddy. Where's my wallet? Give it back, will you?"
"I don't have you wallet," said the Doctor.
"Police!" cried the man. "Thief!"
"I didn't take you wallet," insisted the Doctor. The two police officers who he was talking to moments ago came rushing down the stairs with billy clubs in their hands. "I didn't take his wallet."
"What's going on?" demanded Picard as the Enterprise and TARDIS crew came downstairs with Tallulah.
"This man stole my wallet," said the man in the suit.
"I did no such thing," said the Doctor.
"You're coming downtown with us," said Barney. "Art, I think we need backup."
"I saw a police box down the street," said the other officer, Art. "I'll be right back."
"This man is not a thief," said Picard.
"He kind of is," whispered Amy.
"Amelia!" hissed the Doctor.
"I will personally vouch for him," said Picard.
"Well," said Barney with a sinister smile, "you can all come downtown then."
"We must not resist, Captain," whispered Data, "so as not to cause any damage to causality."
"Very well," said Picard, "lead the way, Officer."