Then Doctor stopped in front of a low brick building and stepped inside the door to be greeted by the smell of salt and seafood. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he took a seat at the bar and drummed his fingers on the counter as he waited. The bartender finished taking the order of a stocky man in a fishing vest before heading over to the Doctor. "Good morning, sir, and welcome to Don's Seafood. My name is Greg. Can ah recommend the Spicy Seafood Platter?" The Doctor replied, "Yes, thanks." Greg wrote it on his pad and asked, "Are you British? We don't get people from Europe down here in New Orleans too often." The Doctor nodded, and the bartender chuckled. "I don't think you came all th'way down here just for us, didja?" The Doctor stopped drumming his fingers and smiled slightly. "Actually, I did! Just for you, Greg!" he quipped cheerfully. Greg raised an eyebrow. I don't care how loony he is, thought the bartender, as long as he pays. Then he asked the Doctor what he would like to drink. A beer, maybe?
"Oh no. I don't drink," he replied. "I think I'll have..." Suddenly, the hairs on the back of the Doctor's neck stood up. That usually meant that someone was watching him, and most of the time that wasn't a good thing. Nonchalantly, he scratched the back of his neck and turned to scan the room. His eyes fell on a girl of about thirteen sitting with her family of six in a booth. While her family chatted and squabbled, she simply sat with her chin in her hands. She stared at the Doctor as if he had sprouted a second head and started dancing an Irish jig. She had medium-length dirty blonde hair that reminded him of Rose. She had dark-rimmed glasses which complimented her big brown eyes. She would have looked quite pretty if she didn't look like her eyes were about to pop out of her head. The Doctor made eye contact with her for a second, and she looked away turning back to face the bartender, he said, "...an Earl Gray, two sugars please." Greg nodded and left. The Doctor retrieved the sonic screwdriver from his pocket and lowered it to waist level under the bar counter, hidden from sight. Activating it, he quickly scanned the girl and checked the readings. Human, he thought. He scanned the rest of her family and confirmed them to be human as well. Puzzled, he put away the sonic and tried to think if he had ever seen her or her family before. He came up with nothing at all. A few minutes later, the bartender returned and gave the Doctor his food and tea. He dug into the plate of well seasoned crustaceans with relish. All the while, he observed the girl in the reflection of a picture frame hanging on the wall. She talked sith her family, laughed and ate, but kept an eye on the Doctor. He tried not to let it bother him, but it did.
The Doctor was still pondering the girl when he returned to the TARDIS, only to be greeted by a yellow alert. Frowning, he tossed his coat aside and strode over to the display screen. He tapped several buttons and a clip of surveillance footage began to play. He watched himself exit the TARDIS and turn the corner. Then a girl appeared and touched the TARDIS with a gentle hand. It was her! From the restaurant! She covered her mouth with her hands and dashed away. Striking a few keys, the Doctor paused the footage on a frame ofhe face. That look... Was it... Recognition?