Charles watched as a head emerged from below the water with a hand throwing away the plastic straw. Surprisingly, it appeared to be a grown man in a now soaked pinstripe coat who looked curiously back at him. If Derreck was honest he might have even laughed at the sight if he wasn't in such a hopeless situation.

The man gently grabbed his coat and shook it a little bit getting a small amount of the water off him as he stepped on to the pavement. Apparently, whatever it was the man had noticed Charles staring as he asked, "Bit of something in my teeth?"

"Huh?"

"Do I have something in my teeth?" The man smiled proudly as he continued approaching Charles.

"Uh… no. You have a perfect smile."

"Good, that could have been disastrous. I think I got it though."

"Got what?"

"Bit of seaweed. Touchy situation that would be. All the fish could of died."

"Isn't that a freshwater pond?"

"It is, isn't it!"

The strange soaked man took a seat next to Charles on the bench also looking at the pond he had just come out of. "Sorry, who are you?"

The man reached out his hand with a genuine smile to which Charles shook it. "The Doctor. Nice to meet you!"

"Charles, Charles Mayweather." They removed their hands and quietly sized each other up before Charles asked, "Where you just breathing through that bit of straw?"

"More like blowing out of it getting the toxins out of the water, but yea I think I breathed in a little bit too."

"Shouldn't that have killed you?"

"Bit morbid, you are? Nah, I'm a little different, Charles. Binary vascular system."

"Sorry?"

"Binary vascular system. Blimey, you're a bit slow."

"I'm not. I'm just distracted a bit is all. Just lost someone real close to me, ya know. Wait! You're a… you're a thing! An alien!"

"Quite rude, don't ya think?"

"Tell me something, alien. Dark green creatures. Bout yay high and beady eyes. Have you seen em?" Charles demonstrated the height of the average human with his arm before adding, "They took my wife and then just vanished."

The Doctor was quite offended. "What? You assume all of us aliens are all secretly friends and meet for poker on Tuesdays?"

"No."

"I haven't." Charles began to slump into the bench with a sad realization until the Doctor added, "But, I may be just the sort of man to find them!" The alien jumped up excitedly proclaiming, "I'm very good at finding things you see! Unless their on the other side of the postemorary schism and then, well, not much I can do about that!"

"Sorry, the what?"

"Forget I said that. Take me to where it happened and we'll figure this out, Charles Mayweather!"

Charles got up excited. This was the first good news he'd gotten since losing his wife. He quite liked this strange alien. There was just something about him that radiated familiarity. "Just call me Charles."

Charles and the Doctor walked back to the warehouse where Rachel was taken.

They opened the door to the empty warehouse and the Doctor immediately put on his specs looking around for even the smallest of clues. "Up and vanished, you say?

"Why? Do you not believe me?"

"Because, Charles, there's no signs of anyone having been here. Not even a DNA sample. Nothing at all. Completely empty."

"I'm not havin you on. They took Rachel right into this building right in front of me!"

"Who's Rachel?"

Charles was getting closer to tears. "My wife."

"Look, I believe ya. Alright. Just… just tell me something, anything, about her. Just start talking."

The tourist sat down suddenly on the dusty floor realizing exactly what he needed to calm down. As if out of breath, he began to tell the Doctor all about Rachel as the alien squatted to listen. "She… she has the most lovely shade of red. The most pure ginger. Always supported me, always. She's got one of those smiles, ya know? The ones that can just light up the room because she floats in the air when we're all sinking. Rachel challenges me. I dunno how love works with your people, but there's no doubt in my mind… I love her."

The Doctor knew what he was talking about, but could only reply with a breathless, "Yeah."

"After our wedding we chose to go on honeymoon to two spots. Just picked them random and threw darts on the globe blindfolded actually. Each of us would take turns with one of us spinning the globe and the other blinded. Was quite fun actually. First time up I missed and she landed dead on Shanghai. So, we went. Great city if you ever get the chance. When I threw it I landed on Venice." Charles gulped as he realized something. "I brought her here. It's my fault."

"It's really not. Like you said. You just threw a dart at a globe. That's it."

"Is it really, Doctor? I see you're alone. Don't even have a mate. You have no idea."

"I have someone. A friend… Rose."

"If you knew you'd agree. I could of just threw that dart a little to the right and hit Greece, left and get Spain, North, Germany, and… Doctor?" The Doctor was silently staring at something by one of the walls with one the biggest cheshire grins on his face. "Doctor?" The Doctor gestured with a nod towards the wall.

Charles than looked where the Doctor was gazing and noticed what looked like an odd crack.

The Doctor ran over to it with Charles chasing. Upon getting closer Charles noticed it wasn't a crack at all, but a black shoe. The Doctor turned and grinned at his new friend as he picked up the shoe. "Your brilliant wife kicked off her shoe to a hidden spot while struggling to help you find her!"