"Dear Santa, thanks for all the dolls and pencils and the fish. It's Easter now, so I hope I didn't wake you," The small red haired girl paused, looking down to see her twin brother staring at the sinister crack on the wall,his expression almost scaringly vacant, "but honest it is an emergency. There's a crack in my wall. Aunt Sharon says it's just an ordinary crack, but I know its not cause at night there are voices. So...please, please could you send someone to fix it? Or a policeman. Or..."

Pausing mid sentence, the girl tilted her head in confusion as a groaning, wheezing sound filled the room, resulting in a loud CRASH which made her eyes shoot open from their closed position as she prayed.

"Back in a moment," She hurried to grab her red flashlight, shining it out of the small windows in her room, staring wide eyed at the box lying on its side, having destroyed the shed which once resided there, labelled 'POLICE BOX'.

"Thank you, Santa. Common Jerome!" A surprised, yet grateful, smile appeared on her face as she grabbed the hand of the small boy still staring at the crack, a cheerful smile taking up his blank expression as she pulled him from the room and out of their house.

Cautiously walking up to the blue box, Jerome hid behind his sister, clutching onto her shoulders, having to hunch over to hide behind her due to his taller frame. A grappling hook flying out of the box caused the twins to stagger back, suppressing a gasp as they waited in awe. Two pale hands appeared from the box, gripping the side and yanking up to reveal a man with soaking wet floppy hair and bright green eyes, his clothes raggedy, a raggedy man.

"Can I have an apple? All I can think about, apples! I love apples. Maybe I'm having a craving, that's new, never had cravings before." Wide eyed, the twins gaped at the strange man as he ranted, speechless about what to say.

"Woah! Look at that!" Climbing onto the edge, his foot hanging over, the man gasped at the sight, hidden from the twins curious gazes.

"Are you okay?" Cautious, the girl made sure her timid brother stayed behind her as she addressed the stranger.

"Just had a fall. All down there, right to the library, hell of a climb back up."

"You're soaking wet."

"I was in the swimming pool." The raggedy man frowned at her, shaking his head as though his statement should be common knowledge.

"You said you were in the library." Her Scottish accent grew stronger as she questioned the man with her usual amount of sass.

"So was the swimming pool."

"Are you a police man?" Glancing back at her brother who stood motionless, a small smile on his face as he watched the conversation.

"Why? Did you call a policeman?" Leaning forwards, the man narrowed his eyes, analysising the small girl.

"Did you come about the crack in our wall?" She shined the light in his face, watching as he grew confused.

"What cra-ahhh?" Crying out in pain during the question, the man fell from the side of the box, landing in a fatal position on the muddy ground.

"Are you alright, mister?" Stepping forwards concerned, she let go of her brother, watching as he crept up to the man, peeing down at him with a perplexed expression.

"No, it's fine, it's okay. This is all perfectly nor-" Resting on his knees, he let out a breathe of gold dust as he gasped, the small ginger boy reaching out a shaky hand to touch it before it evaporated into the air.

"Who are you?"

"I don't know yet, I'm still cooking." His hands shone with the a gold energy as he answered the girl, ignoring the boy now staring at his hands in awe, "Does it scare you?"

"No, it just looks a bit weird."

"Can I touch it?" Jerome's quiet question went unheard as his sister spoke.

"No, no, no. The crack in your wall. Does it scare you?" He smiled kindly a her, reaching a glowing hand to swirl around the air near the boys head, having somehow heard his silent question.

"Yes. Well...it scares me, not my brother, my brother likes it."

"Well then no time to lose. I'm the Doctor.Do everything I tell you, don't ask stupid questions and don't wander off." The man, the Doctor, spoke jumping to his feet before turning and walking directly into a tree, falling onto his back as the girl rushed to him while the boy giggled.

"Are you alright?"

"Early days. Steering's a bit off." The Doctor spoke annoyed before jumping up again and walking to the house with the twins rushing to follow behind.

"If you're a Doctor, why does you box say 'Police'?" Staring at the girl, the Doctor bit into an apple, immediately spitting it out as he coughed.

"That's disgusting! What is that?"

"An apple."

"Apples are rubbish, I hate apples."

"You said you loved them." The red head complained, glaring confused up at the man.

"No, no, I love yoghurt. Yoghurt's my favourite. Give me yoghurt."

Darting to the fridge, Jerome pulled out one of the strawberry yoghurts, quickly handing it to the Doctor, who immediately spat it back out, again.

"I hate yoghurt. It's just stuff with bits in." He spat, wiping his mouth with his sleeve disgusted.

"You said it was your favourite."

"New mouth, new rules. It's like eating after you cleaned your teeth, everything tastes WRONG-" Yelling, The Doctor slapped a hand to his head.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Wrong with me? It's not my fault. Why can't you give me any decent food? You're Scottish, fry something."

For the next half hour, the twins made different foods from bacon to bread and butter. Finally, the strange man settled on fish fingered and custard, she had some vanilla ice cream while Jerome insisted he try the new food combination and had the same as the Doctor.

"Funny." Watching him drink the custard from the bowl, she commented as Jerome nodded agreeing.

"Am I? Good. Funny's good. What's your names?"

"Amelia Pond, and this is my brother Jerome." She spoke for him as she saw her brother stuffing his face with food, unable to respond.

"Oh those are brilliant names. Amelia and Jerome Pond. Like names from a fairytale. Are we in Scotland, Amelia?"

"No. Had to move to England.It's rubbish." Amelia sighed, disheartened by their location.

"So what about you mum and dad then? Are they upstairs? Thought we'd have woken them by now."

"We don't have a mum or dad." Jerome frowned, glancing to the ceiling before continuing to eat.

"Just an aunt." Amelia finished for her brother sadly.

"I don't even have an aunt." The Doctor sighed, trying to change the subject as he took in their sad faces.

"We don't need anyone! Amelia looks after us!" Jerome stopped eating, raising his voice as he pointed at his sister with a loving smile.

"I bet she does." The Doctor smiled at the shy boy, "So, your aunt, where is she?"

"She's out."

"And she left you all alone?" The Doctor asked outraged.

"We're not scared!"

"Course you're not, you're not scared of anything. Box falls out of sky, man falls out of box, man eats fish custard, and look at yous, just sitting there. So you know what I think?"

"What?" Jerome leans forwards on the table, waiting for the answer.

"Must be one hell of a scary crack in your wall."

"You've had some cowboys in here. Not actual cowboys, though that can happen." The Doctor spoke whilst analysing the crack in the bedroom wall, Amelia standing by the door while Jerome resumed his spot sat on the floor staring vacantly at the crack.

"I used to hate apples, so my mum put faces on them." Amelia handed an apple with a smiling face carved into it to the Doctor, neither of the two noticing Jerome.

"She sounds good your mum, I'll keep it for later." The Doctor smiled at her, moving back to face the ominous crack, "The wall is solid and the crack doesn't go all the way through it. So here's the thing, where's the drought coming from?"

Producing a glowing stick from his pocket, a sonic screwdriver, the Doctor scanned the wall before him quickly before speaking once again, "Wibbly wobbly, timey wimey. You know what the crack is?"

"What?" Amelia asked in doubt, fear creeping up on her.

"It's a crack. But I'll tell you something funny, if you knocked this wall down, the crack would say put because the crack isn't in the wall." Tapping either side of the crack with his fingertips, the Doctor smiled at the new mystery.

"Where is it then?"

"Everywhere. In everything. It's a split in the skin of the world. Two pats of space and time that should never have touched, pressed together right here in the wall of your bedroom. Sometimes can you hear-?"

"A voice. Yes." Amelia answered, looking concerned towards her brother who had still not moved.

Running towards the bedside cabinet, the Doctor grabbed a glass full of water, throwing the water onto the ground and returning to place the cup to the wall, listening more intently, "Prisoner Zero-"

"Prisoner Zero has escaped."The voice that came from Jerome was deep, startling the Doctor and Amelia, the Doctor staring at him in concern.

"That's what he hears, what does it mean?"

"It means that on the other side of this wall, there's a prison, and they've lost a prisoner. And do you know what that means?"

"What?"

"You need a better wall. Him, how long does he do that? Staring like that?" The Doctor paused in his explanation, finally seeing the expressionless Jerome, asking Amelia quietly.

"Since he started hearing the voice, he doesn't listen when I tell him to move, contact is the only way he listens,I have to drag him way. What's wrong with him?" Amelia looked at the Doctor with pleading eyes as he stared at her brother.

"I don't know, but its not good." Walking over, he kneeled down next to Jerome, relieving no response when he repeated his name, "Jerome? Jerome?"

"Okay, something is in his head, only one way to find out." The Doctor shrugged, taping his fingers onto the side of Jerome's head and entering his mind.

Gasping wildly, the Doctor fell back away from the boy, "There's a block, I can't see. He can't possibly have done that, which means..."

"What? What does it mean?" Amelia stepped up to her brother, ready to shake him out of his daze.

"Which means it's not him, someone or something's putting that block there. Don't worry, I'll fix it." The Doctor finished, watching in concern as Amelia shook her brother who immediately snapped up, smiling at them.

"What are we doing?" His voice, innocent and small, rang out in the silence.

"Okay." The Doctor clapped his hands, moving the desk from the wall whilst talking, vowing he would help Jerome later, "The only way to close the breach is to open it all the way. The forces will invert and it'll snap itself shut. Or..."

"What?"

"You know when grown ups tell you everything's going to be fine and you think they're probably lying to make you feel better?"

"Yes." Rolling her eyes, Amelia muttered her answer.

"Everything's going to be fine." Smiling at the twins, he offered them his hand, holding them close before aiming his sonic at the crack, watching as it opened to reveal cell doors, a prison.

"PRISONER ZERO HAS ESCAPED." A voice echoed through the crack.

"Hello? Helloooo?" Learning forwards, the Doctor jumped back in surprise as a large eye appeared in the crack, Jerome letting out a squeak as Amelia gasped.

"What's that?" Amelia asked after a long pause of silence before a blue light shot from the crack, hitting the Doctor's leg.

"There. You see, told you it would close. Good as new." The Doctor laughed slightly whilst digging in his trouser pocket, watching as the crack closed.

"What was that thing? Was that Prisoner Zero?"

"No...I think that was Prisoner Zero's guard. Whatever it was, it sent me a message. Psychic paper. Takes a lovely little message."Taking a small wallet card from his pocket, the Doctor opened it to see it glowing the same blue as the light that shot at him, reading intently he spoke, "Prisoner Zero has escaped. But why tell us? Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless Prisoner Zero escaped through here. But he couldn't have. We'd know." Running into the hallway, the Doctor spun around, staring at all the doors, desperately trying to figure out what he was missing, the twins running after him in confusion, "It's difficult. Brand new me, nothing works yet. But there's something I'm missing...In the corner of my eye."

A defending chiming noise filled the silence, the Doctor's eye widening as he leapt down the stairs two at a time frantically,"no,no,no,no,no."

Watching Amelia run after him, Jerome froze, staring blankly at the door at the end of the corridor, tilting his head before he smiled and ran after his sister and the raggedy man.

"I've got to get back in there, the engines are phasing, it's going to burn!"

"But it's just a box! How can a box have engines?" Amelia questioned just as Jerome caught up, stopping when he saw the Doctor collecting the grappling hook from the ground.

"It's not a box, it's a time machine." The statement made Jerome grin, his green eyes bright with wonder.

"What, a real one? You've got a real time machine?" Disbelief covered Amelia's face as she stared quizzically at the man.

"Not for much longer if I can't get her stabilised. Five minute hope into the future should do it."

"Her? It's alive?" Stepping closer to the box, Jerome curiously touched the side, jumping when it hummed under his hand.

"Yes, of course, she's alive!" The Doctor paused, watching Jerome stroke the TARDIS, confused when she let out of hum, seemingly overjoyed to feel Jerome's presence.

"Can we come?" Amelia asked, smiling widely whilst gesturing towards herself and her brother.

"Not safe in here, not yet. Five minutes. Give me five minutes. I'll be right back." Jumping up onto the side of the box, the Doctor froze at Amelia's next words.

"People always say that."

Jumping down, the Doctor crouched by her side, speaking gently and reassuringly,"Am I people? Do I even look like people? Trust me, I'm the Doctor."

"Doctor? Smile, before you go." Grabbing his hand, Jerome pulled him back, hugging his legs tightly before looking up at him.

Smiling widely at the boy, the Doctor ruffled his wild red hair with his hand before speaking, "And you! I'm going to fix whatever the bad alien did to your head, okay? Five minutes, I won't leave you to deal with it yourself."

Jumping back onto the side of the box, he grinned once again at the twins before letting himself fall into the box, the doors being pulled shut behind him.

"GERONIMO!"