The Town had seemed so much smaller from up on the hill, but, upon arrival, it turned out to be a decent-sized place. Crossing over a small highway, the entered the central part of town, immediately contrasting the barren hillside the TARDIS was now left on. The town was very well, put together. Everything seemed to be in place, and nothing was too outrageous. It was perfectly quaint, and reminded Amy and Rory of Leadworth (except a tad bit more exciting.)

After a bit of traipsing around the town, River suggested they stop in for a bite at a local café. And, ten minutes later, the Doctor, River, Amy, and Rory were all sharing a large funnel cake at an outdoor table, a local radio station playing on outdoor speakers.

Licking her fingers, Amy said, "So, what are we looking for anyways?"

"Don't know," replied the Doctor. "Something… unique. Strange. Sort of… special."

"That means he doesn't know," River added.

"Well you can't expect me to know everything!" he defended.

Nervously, Rory asked the Doctor, "What happens if we can't find someone to start the TARDIS? I mean, we won't be stuck here, will we?" The Doctor didn't reply straight away. "Will we!"

"I mean, sort of…" he answered, "Yeah. A bit."

Amy raised an eyebrow. "A bit stuck?"

With a sigh, the Doctor concluded, "Okay, completely stuck."

The current song on the radio finished playing, and a DJ began to speak. "That was 'Summertime Lover,' here on The Best of Pop, WBOP. Up next is a song I'm sure we all remember, 'Day and Night.'"

A beat started up, a pop singer's voice blaring through the speakers in a fun song that the Doctor began to tap his foot to.

"Doctor, I…" Amy began, but cut off, noticing the Doctor was singing along to the music.

"Every day and night…"

"Doctor!"

Snapping out of his moment in the music, he replied, "I can hear you! No need to shout."

"What do we do?" asked Amy directly.

However, the Doctor didn't respond, but River stood up and wiped the powdered sugar off her hands. "We start looking."

"Looking?" asked Rory.

"There's someone in this town we need to see, yes? But we don't know who? So, let's start looking."

And so, they all set out, following River, who seemed to know what she was doing, walking along the streets, until they reached the residential section of town. Getting straight to work, River rang the door on the first little house.

Opening the door, a rather tired-looking woman cradling a baby in one arm said, "'Ello? Wha' do you want?"

River answered cheerily. "Hello, I was wondering if—"

The woman cut her off. "No, I don't have time to learn about Jesus Christ today."

"No, no, we're not—"

"I've got three children to take care of. I don't need you wasting my time!" And, with that, the woman slammed the door, and River turned to the other three.

"Well, that's not who we're looking for."

"River, you're not doing it right," Amy said. "I'll do the next house.

At the next one, the door was answered by a greasy man in a tee-shirt.

"Hello, sir. I'm Amy. How are you today?"

He looked confused and slightly annoyed, when he answered, "Fine."

"My colleagues and I are just going around asking questions to the general pubic."

He responded unenthusiastically. "Kay."

Clearing her throat, and attempting to clear the awkwardness, Amy continued, saying, "Erm, have you been expecting anyone lately? A guess, perhaps?"

"No."

"Oh, er… Have you been noticing anything strange happening about lately?"

"No."

Seeing she'd be getting no more out of this man, Amy said, "Ah, well thank you. Have a nice day."

"Yeah," said the man as he closed the door without another glance.

Seeing this task was going to take longer than thought, they each took turns addressing the people who answered the doors. Each response was different, but generally the same. Nobody seemed the kind of person to fit the Doctor's "hunch."

After hours of fruitless interviewing of every citizen they came to, it was the Doctor's turn again to address whoever answered the door.

They were out of the town now, and on a more sparsely inhabited back road. It was a lovely road, surrounded by fields, and one big house stood across from a well. At this house, the door was answered by a teenage girl, wearing a white knitted cap over her blonde hair.

"Hello. Can I help you?" she asked, standing in the doorway.

"Hi there!" the Doctor began, I'm the Doctor, and I was—"

The girl stopped him. Tilting her head, she said, simply, "No, you're not."

The Doctor stood silent for a moment, a bit bemused, not knowing what to say. "I'm sorry?"

She continued, "Yeah. You're not the Doctor."

Slightly deterred, the Doctor asked, "Well, what makes you say that?"

Rolling her eyes, the girl replied, "'Cause I've met the Doctor. And you're not him."

Intently and curiously, the Doctor defended, "But I am."

She shook her head, as if talking to a child who wanted to have extra candy. "But you're not."

"Listen," interjected Rory, "Can we please just talk to your mum or dad."

The girl looked from Rory to the Doctor, then at Amy and River, deciding what to do. At last, she nodded, and called over her shoulder. "Mum?"

Her mother's reply came from inside the house, loud enough for the Doctor to hear. "Yeah, Julie?"

The Doctor's eyes instantly grew wide. "I know that voice," he said to himself.

The girl, Julie, responded to her mother, still not visible from somewhere in the house. "There's someone here you need to see."

The next voice to sound from inside the house was different, a man's. It was completely unknown to Amy, Rory, and River. But to the Doctor, it was all too familiar.

The voice said, "Don't worry, dear. I'll see what the trouble it."

Reaching the edge of his nerves, the Doctor pushed Julie aside and made his way into the house. A staircase ran directly across from the door, a kitchen to the left and a sitting area to the right. Coming out of the kitchen was a blonde woman, and descending down the stairs, a man, his dark hair, spiking up in front, despite small tinges of grey along the sides.

The first thing the man in the blue suit said, squinting in astonishment, was, "What?"

The blonde woman echoed him. "What's going on?"

But the Doctor could only stare.

Their faces were older, their surroundings different, their lives have moved on, but, as soon as the Doctor saw them, he was sure. It was them he had to see. It was them. Really them.

The Doctor and Rose Tyler.