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They had walked out into a perfectly symmetrical living room, where a very surprised looking man with curly black hair stood up. "Natalie!" The man called out, "Natalie!"

At that point a lovely blonde woman in her early thirties walked in saying, "What is it, Mr.-"Her voice trailed off when she saw the blue box and the three characters in the living room. "Mr. Monk what is this?"

"I don't know," Mr. Monk said, clearly flustered, "They weren't there one minute, and now they're there! They're there; Natalie and I don't know what they are! Oh, and they got a bird. They have a bird, Natalie, they have a bird and it's probably covered with nature. There's a bird in my house and it's covered with nature."

"Is he alright?" The Doctor asked.

"There's a big blue box, two strange men and a baby owl standing in his house and we don't where they came from," Natalie balked, "What do you think? And where did you come from, anyway?"

"Well, this guy, the Doctor he said his name was, is some sort of time traveler or something," Cal began, pointing at the Doctor, "And he chick-napped this little one," he held out Struma, "From the 70th century where apparently, owls can talk, and then they accidently landed in my office, and I decided to come with them to make sure he returned the little mite like he said he was gonna."

"I'm not a mite, Cal Lightman," Struma said, hopping around on Cal's hand, "I'm an owl."

Natalie gawked in amazement and Mr. Monk said, "Natalie! The bird can talk! It's a talking bird. And it's probably still covered in nature."

"Okay," Natalie said, somewhat inclined to believe their story, as it made as much sense as anything else that was happening, "But why did you come here then? I mean, she didn't come from here. This is the 21th century, not the 70th."

"That's right!" Mr. Monk said, trying to assertive but failing, "This is not the 70th century! This is the 21th and it is no place for talking birds!"

"Yeah, we noticed," The Doctor said, "Well, we won't take up anymore of your time, sorry for the intrusion."

As the group turned to leave, Natalie grabbed a hold of the Doctor's sleeve, saying, "Hold up there, Mister. We're going with you."

"What?" The Doctor, Cal, Struma, and Mr. Monk said simultaneously.

"As a mother myself I cannot in good conscience let you two go off in a –time machine with this…child." Natalie said. Then taking Mr. Monk by the arm said, "Come on, let's go."

"Natalie, why do I have to come?" Mr. Monk complained.

Natalie turned around and said, "Mr. Monk you're a detective, it's your job to protect people."

"It's my job to solve crimes," Mr. Monk argued, "And there's no crime here!"

"Wait," The Doctor interrupted, "When you say Monk, do you mean, Adrian Monk?"

"Yes," Monk responded, "How did you know?"

"What do you know," The Doctor beamed, "Struma you've just met another genius."

"Can he tell when people are lying, too?" Struma asked.

"Well, maybe sometimes," The Doctor said, "But more specifically, he's a detective, a really, brilliant detective, genius, even. Even with his severe OCD. OCD, that's Obsessive Compulsive Disorder."

"Nice to meet you." Struma said.

"Nice to meet you, too," Monk, said, then looked back to the Doctor and said, "Here's the thing, Doctor, I'm flattered that you think I'm a genius, and I'm apparently a famous detective, but I don't see why I have to go with you."

"You don't," The Doctor said.

"Oh, yes he does," Natalie, dragging Monk into the TARDIS by his arm.

The Doctor just turned around and stared for a moment. "Well, I see Natalie's Tegger's just as described." He remarked and then walked into the TARDIS fallowed by Cal and Struma.

"Okay," The Doctor said, stepping up to the console again, "Now, I have to get it right this time, because this place is getting crowded with concerned and very assertive citizens, so everyone please be quiet so I can focus."

The room grew still except for Monk's whimpering.

"Good," The Doctor said, then he set to work pressing buttons, and pulling levels and pulleys, and working himself into a proper frenzy, as the TARDIS started to move.

"It's moving," Monk said, "It's moving, Natalie, it's moving!"

"I know, Mr. Monk, I know," Natalie said, holding his hand and talking to him as if trying to clam a small child.

"Everybody hold on!" The Doctor called out, "This is gonna get bumpy!"

Everyone grabbed hold of something-Cal, the bars going down the ramp, Struma Cal's finger, Monk and Natalie the Captain's bench, and the Doctor the console itself-and the TARDIS started to violently shake and rumble. A about half a minute later the wheezing that signaled the TARDIS was landing had begun.

When all the nose and rumbling had stopped, Natalie was the first to speak. "Are we there?"

"I think so," The Doctor said, heading towards the door, "Better let me look out first just in case."

He poked his head out side to see the great tree, except now it was darkest night and the tree was a buzz of panicked activity. Owls were flying about, calling out Struma's name, though several of them were stopping as they noticed the funny little blue box that had mysteriously materialized, and the strange creature that has just stepped out of it.

The Doctor pulled back, looked at the group and said, "Yeah. We're there."

The group gathered and together they all walked down the ramp and out there door, where they had got all the owls attention. "Hello," The Doctor said somewhat awkwardly, "I came here a little while ago, and the noise the TARDIS makes caused this little one," He reached arm back to Cal, who put Struma in the Doctor's open hand, the Doctor extended the hand holding Struma to the owls, "To fall out of her hallow."

"Struma!" a female voice called out, and two Spotted Owls, one the male, the other a female with a red bandana covering her right eye flew to the front of the crowd. It Otulissa, the chief ryb-the owl word for teacher- of Ga'Hoolology and weather chaws, a type of class, and her mate, Cleve Of Firthmore a pacifist prince. These were Struma's parents.

"Mum! Da!" Struma cried out, and tried to fly over to them, but only succeeded in falling out of the Doctor's hand, but Natalie caught her. Otulissa and Cleve flew over to Natalie and Struma.

"Are you alright, love?" Otulissa asked.

"Yes," Struma said.

"We were so worried," Cleve said, "What happened?"

"I heard the Doctor's ship landing," Struma begin to explain, "And I fell out of the hallow and he saved me, and he showed me his ship, and I accidently pushed a button, not a button like Trader Mags sells but a different kind, and they took us to a place to called an office, where we met him," she nodded to Cal, "And then he wanted to make sure I got back safe, and then we accidently went to their house," she nodded to Monk and Natalie," and they came along to, and this time we got it right."

"That's wonderful, love," Cleve said, "We're just glad you're safe."

"Thank you for keeping or daughter safe," Otulissa said, looking out at the strange group.

"You're welcome," The group said almost simultaneously.

At that point, a male barn owl flew up to them. It was Soren, the King of the Great Ga'Hoole Tree. "Yes, while it is good that you brought Struma back safely, " Soren said, "What we still need to know exactly what are you."

"Oh. Well," The Doctor begin, pointing back at Cal, Monk, and Natalie, "There's humans, or Others as you call him, and I'm a Time Lord, which is similar to a human, except we have two hearts, can regenerate and can travel through time, hence, how we all got here. Anyway, I think we've taken enough of your time, so, I'm just gonna drop these guys back off at their own time, so goodbye everybody."

"Goodbye, Doctor," Struma said, as Otulissa put her on her back and the family flew back to the great tree, "Goodbye Cal, goodbye Natalie, goodbye Mr. Monk!"

"Goodbye, Struma," Cal called out.

"Goodbye," Natalie said

"Goodbye," Monk said, "Can we go now?"

"Certainly," The Doctor said, and they all clamored back into the TARDIS.