Joan and Jennifer walked outside the school to the shooting range, side by side with their arms linked together, talking and giggling. They stopped when they saw the boys were practising firing machine guns at rough targets on ground below the terrace wall, watched by John and the Headmaster.

Hutchinson and his friends leaded a stunned Latimer away. After a moment, Baines left. "I will see you later," Joan told Jennifer. Jennifer watched her sadly walking away. Joan told her about her husband, Oliver; He was shot and died in the battle of Spion Cop.

"Ah, Nurse Tyler." Jennifer looked back and saw John walking over to her. "Er, I'll give you back your journal when next I see you," Jennifer promised. "No, no, no. You don't have to," He said. "Will you like to walk with me to the village?" Jennifer smiled a little and agreed.

They walked around the village, talking about the boys as two workmen are hoisting an upright piano up to the first floor window of the Ironmongers. "Don't you think discipline is good for them?" John asked.

"Does it have to be such military discipline? I mean, if there's another war those boys won't find it so amusing," Jennifer said. "Well, Great Britain is at peace, long may it reign," He said.

"In your journal, in one of your stories, you wrote about next year. Nineteen fourteen," Jennifer pointed out. "That was just a dream," He stated. "All those images of mud and wire. You told of a shadow. A shadow falling across the entire world," She said.

"Well then, we can be thankful it's not true. And I'll admit mankind doesn't need warfare and bloodshed to prove itself," John said as they stopped. "Everyday life can provide honour and valour, and let's hope that from now on this -" He noticed a woman rings her bicycle bell as she peddles along. The men with the piano struggle as it dangles from a fraying rope. Then a woman pushing a perambulator comes around the corner, "This country can find its heroes in smaller places. In the most . . ."

He saw a boy standing next to him, with a cricket ball in his hand. Some more of the rope frays and the piano dropped a bit. "Ordinary of, of deeds." He grabbed the cricket ball, throwing it at the scaffolding outside the Ironmongers, which fell and hit a plank that send a brick flying through the air to knock down a milk churn in front of the perambulator, stopping it just before the rope finally give up and dropped the piano to the ground mere feet in front. The piano felled to pieces and the baby started crying.

Jennifer looked at John shocked. "Lucky," He said. Jennifer laughed a little, "That was luck?" He looked at her and took a deep breathe before asking, "Ms. Jennifer Tyler, might I invite you to the village dance this evening . . . as my guest?" She looked at him and smiled, "You extraordinary man," She complimented.

After that, John and Jennifer were walking along a cart track. "It's all becoming clear now. The Doctor is the man you'd like to be, doing impossible things with cricket balls," Jennifer said.

"Well, I discovered a talent, that's certainly true," John said. "But the Doctor has an eye for the ladies," Jennifer teased. "The devil," John said and they laughed.

He noticed a scarecrow, "That scarecrow's all skewed," He remarked and walked up to it with Jennifer following. John tied it's arm back onto the cross-member. "Ever the artist. Where did you learn to draw?" Jennifer asked.

"Gallifrey," He replied and then frowned, why did he said that? He didn't knew a place like that, could he?

"Is that in Ireland?" Jennifer asked. "Yes, it must be, yes," He said. "But you're not Irish?" She asked. "Not at all, no. My father Sidney was a watchmaker from Nottingham, and my mother Verity was, er," John explained and looked at her. "Well, she was a nurse, actually."

"Oh, well, we make such good wives," Jennifer teased. "Yes. Well, my work is done. What do you think?" He asked. "Masterpiece," She complimented. "All sorts of skills today!" He said and they smiled at each other before walking away. As they walked away, the scarecrow turned its head to watch them.

They were back at John's study room, He was making a sketch of Jennifer, who was sitting on the couch. "Can I see it?" She asked once she saw he was done. He walked over and sat next to her, showing her the sketch.

"Oh, do I look like that?" Jennifer asked, smiling shyly. "Do you like it?" John asked. "You've made me far too beautiful," Jennifer said. "Well, that's how I see you," He said. Jennifer smiled as she locked eyes with his before looking back at the sketch.

John pulled a piece of hair behind Jennifer's ear and they looked at each other. After a few seconds, he started lend over and placed his lips on hers. It felt right, they both felt it.

John pulled away just slightly and stared at Jennifer. She looked at his lips before back to his eyes and he lend over again, kissing her again. The kiss got deeper and Jennifer wrapped her arms around his neck. They pulled away because the door opened and Martha ran in.

"Martha, what have I told you about entering unannounced?" John snapped. Martha ran out again and shut the door behind her. Jennifer stood up when she noticed something on John's desk. She walked over to the desk and saw a necklace.

She touched it and frowned. It felt so familiar, why? John walked over behind her and looked at the necklace from over her shoulder. "It's pretty," Jennifer said. "Who owned it?"

Mr. Smith / The Doctor shrugged, "I don't know. But every time I look at it . . . I feel sad all of a sudden," He explained with a frown. He grabbed the necklace and brushed his fingers over it. Jennifer studied him fore a few seconds before he hold the necklace to her. "Take it."

She looked at him, frowning. "You giving it to me? Why?" She asked. "I don't know, I just . . . Feel like you should have it," He explained. Jennifer gave a small smile and gently took the necklace to her hands. "Thank you," Jennifer said and John smiled.

"May I?" He asked. Jennifer smiled shyly and nodded. He took the necklace and she turned around. He put the necklace around her neck and she smiled as she turned around to face him, wearing the necklace.

... ...

It was the night of the party and Jennifer was getting ready in her room. "What do you think?" Jennifer asked Joan once she finished. "Oh, look at you," Joan said with a smile. "Mr. Smith doesn't knew what will hit him."

Jennifer smiled shyly, looking down. "And where did you get that necklace?" Joan asked, stepping over and touching the necklace that was around Jennifer's neck. "Mr. Smith gave it to me," Jennifer replied and Joan grinned.

"Did he now?" She said and crossed her arms, "It's beautiful." Jennifer smiled again, "Thank you. Now, I should get going," Jennifer said. "Alright, have fun," Joan said and Jennifer smiled as they hugged. "Bye," Jennifer said as they broke away from the hug and she left the room.

Jennifer was at John's study room and showed off her party dress. "You look wonderful," John complemented, staring at her. Jennifer smiled, "You'd best give me some warning. Er, can you actually dance?" She asked.

John thought for a moment, "Er, I'm not certain." Jennifer smirked, "There's a surprise. Is there anything you're certain about?" She asked. "Yes, there is," John said and stepped forward, taking Jennifer's hands and they stared at each other's eyes before he lend over and kissed her lips.