Alexis awoke on what looked like the Tardis. The Doctor and River stood before her. Well, River did. The Doctor was busy tampering with a robot dog that Alexis remembered to be K-9. Alexis shook her head in confusion. Doctor Who was not real!

"You're fake. I'm just dreaming about you."

"See Doctor," scolded River Song. "I told you we should have just raised her! Now she knows nothing about us and is probably scared to death!"

"Hey," shouts the Doctor. "Do you seriously think that we should have raised a baby on the Tardis? She would be dead in only a matter of days. You know how dangerous some of our missions can get."

"Shut up!" Alexis yelled at them. "This is a dream and I want it to be a good one."

"Why do you keep saying that?" asks the Doctor, irritated. "I am perfectly real."

"You are from my favorite show on the telly and that's why I'm dreaming about you."

"WHAT?!"

"See Doctor," complains River Song. "This is what happens when you bump heads with people like you did with that Craig guy, then they know everything about you. I bet one of those people you bumped heads with made money off of your life. Shame on you."

"Hey, when they're are trying to stop you from succeeding your goal, you do whatever it takes!"

"Whatever, just tell her already."

"Tell me what?"

"You are our daughter. We wanted to protect you by sending you away to a human family, but we think you're old enough to travel with us now."

"But you are fake."

"STOP SAYING THAT!" bursts the Doctor.

"You don't even look like the Doctor, you just have relatively the same outfit."

"Well, of course I don't look the same! They had to get actors to act out me, so obviously I don't look the same as on your screen." Alexis's face flushed bright red. She hadn't thought about that.

Suddenly, the Tardis jerked back and forth, making Alexis's stomach clench up.

"What's happening?" asks River.

"The Tardis, it just switched traveled to another time-zone and now we're stuck here," explains the Doctor, pressing a bunch of weird buttons. "I've tried everything."

"But where are we?"

"We're in March 5th, 1770. That's when the Boston Massacre occurs."