Clara dragged Amy at top speed along the streets.
"Wait, it might not work! We could all die," Amy protested.
Clara stared her in the eye. "Do you want to see him? Or do you want to spend your life miserable in 1940? Because the miniskirt in that picture sure as hell wasn't from here. You're from my time, and I don't think you want to be here."
"What picture?"
"On the TARDIS' records. I saw all the previous companions. What's your name, anyways?"
"Amy. Amy P- Williams."
"You're Amy! Of course!" the other woman cried.
"Sorry?"
"Oh, just…I needed to reach something with my foot, and the Doctor said he missed you in that sort of situation," Clara blushed.
"Does everyone seriously know me just by the length of my legs?" Amy asked, annoyed. "That's when he missed me?"
"Well, when I first met him…it was different. He was depressed, I think."
"Depressed? The Doctor?"
"I didn't actually meet him during the worst of it, but he's told me stories. He lived up on a cloud for months, barely coming down."
Amy snorted. "That sounds more like him."
Clara laughed too. "For most people, living on a cloud would be a high point!"
"Oh God, I've missed him. And the adventures. I miss the bloody running! I never thought I'd miss running down a corridor at top speed, being shot at by aliens."
"We could run faster now?" Clara suggested. "Get back in the habit?"
The other woman grinned. "You're already going plenty fast. And in 5-inch heels? How do you manage?"
"I ran in 8-inch ones last week. He is awfully tall compared to me, you know."
As they broke into a run, laughing like little girls, the two companions slowly left the city, with its skyscrapers and honking taxis. They slowed as they made their way over a hill and saw the little blue structure on the other side. The wood paneling, the light aglow at the top, the sign that read 'Pull to Open'…. Amy stood staring, as if it was a ghost. Clara supposed, in a way, it was.
Amy slowly approached the box and reached out a hand to stroke it. She couldn't believe it. She was here- he was here- and there was no paradox. No explosion, or ruination of the universe. The door opened, and there he stood. Only, it wasn't him.