Okay, I am soooooo sorry for the slow update! I got caught up in another fanfiction that I just started to write. I guess I lost a little of my inspiration for this one in the process...sorry! But anyways, here's chapter four.

It turns out that the road DID in fact lead to the village we were looking for.
It only took us about 5 minutes to walk there, since the distance between the village and where the T.A.R.D.I.S had landed turned out to be about a half of a kilometer or so.

The Doctor was right in the middle of telling me the story about his visit to a planet called Varos, when we rounded a bend in the road and saw about 30 houses spread out on the countryside.

We stopped, watching the small village in silence.
The village was poor, no doubt about that. All the houses were made out of wood, and they looked to be in pretty bad shape. Most of them, at least.

I heard The Doctor breath in, as if he was about to say something, and looked up at him. He was looking at the village, a thoughtful look on his face.

"Well," he began. "I doubt that we will find any sort of restaurant here..." He met my eyes. "But we could always ask a farmer if we can buy some bread from him. Sound good?" He raised his eyebrows questioningly.

"Sure," I told him. "But do you have any Russian money?"

"Good point.." He said, and started to dig around in his pockets. "Hold on...I might have..."

I smiled to myself as I remembered when he had told Donna in the season 2 Christmas special, that his pockets were "bigger on the inside". I waited patently as he rummaged around in the pockets of his jacket.

Then he pulled out his left hand revealing a handful of different coins in all shapes and sizes. I didn't recognize any of them, and watched as he sorted them, putting some back into his pocket. He sorted out the ones that weren't Russian, and the Russian ones that technically hadn't been minted yet.
He counted the ones that were left, and in the end he had maybe 70 kopecks and about 10 rubles.
I didn't know anything about the currency in Russia, but this seemed to be a good amount of money, because he nodded to himself, looking pleased.

Now that the money was no longer an issue, we made our way into the village.

There were mostly women and children to be seen on the streets, or dirt roads, and I figured that was probably because the men were working in the fields, or something like that.

The women were dressed in long skirts and wore scarves around their heads. I thought this was a bit odd, since it was the end of June and pretty hot outside. I'd had to take off my black sweatshirt on the walk here, to tie it around my waist. So they had to be boiling in their clothes, they were wearing a lot more clothing than I was.

As we passed by the houses, I started to notice that some of the women were giving me rather displeasing looks. In fact, they almost looked angry.
I squirmed a little under their stares, and leaned in to whisper to The Doctor.

"Why are they looking at me like that?" I asked him.

He glanced quickly around, and then focused his eyes on the road in front of us again.

"It's your clothes." He whispered back, still looking at the road. "Ooh...and probably your hair too.." He added as an afterthought.

"My hair?" I said, surprised by this.

"Well it's..." he began uncertainly. "It was kind of a custom in Russia during the beginning of the 20th century..." He faltered, and I got the feeling that he was a bit uncomfortable with the subject.

"What?" I prompted.

"Well, that married women should cover their hair..." He finished, clearing his throat slightly. "And they probably think that we are...married."
I stared at him, and he didn't meet my eyes.

I looked at my hand in the crook of his elbow and blushed.

"Oh..." I said weakly, feeling foolish.

"So...um..." I scratched my head with my free hand in discomfort. "Should I like...get a scarf or something then?"

He nodded.

"Yeah...we can see out some other clothes for you back at the T.A.R.D.I.S later." He looked me up and down at this. "You will probably have to change into a skirt..." He said, his eyes on my baggy sweatpants.

I looked down at them and nodded.

"I should have thought of changing my clothes before." I said, but he just shrugged.

"Naaah! No worries! They probably just think you're a foreigner!" He said, grinning at me.

I laughed a little.

"Well, they're not wrong."

We knocked on the door at a farm house that looked a bit less run down than the others. We figured that we would have better chances of buying food if the family we were buying from wasn't scraping to get through the week.

The door opened, and a big man in working clothes stepped out.

"What do you want?" He said in a gruff, irritated voice.

"Yes, hello. I am The Doctor, and this is Lois." The Doctor said, gesturing to me standing a few paces behind. I gave a small uncertain wave with my hand at the farmer. "We're sorry for bothering you, but we were wondering if perhaps we could buy something to eat. Nothing special, just some simple bread and such."

The farmer looked at us suspiciously, looking from The Doctor, to me, to The Doctor again.

"You will have to pay." He said, looking at The Doctor.

"Of course!" He answered cheerfully. "How much do you want?"

The farmer looked surprised at The Doctor's happy reply. Then he thought for a second.

"I can give you a loaf of bread, some cheese, and a jug of water for 60 kopecks." He said finally.

"60?!" The Doctor exclaimed, raising his eyebrows at the man.

The farmer shrugged.

"Take it or leave it. We can't afford less, we don't have much."

The Doctor sighed.

"Yeaah...I guess you're right. Alright then! 60 kopecks it is!" He brought out the money and counted out the right amount, the farmers eyes following his movements keenly.

"You drive a hard bargain my friend." He said, grinning, as he handed the farmer his money.

The man huffed and disappeared into the house. A minute later, he emerged with the food wrapped in a piece of cloth.
He handed it to The Doctor, and we turned to leave.
But just before the man could close the door, The Doctor stopped him.

"Sorry." He said. "Just one more thing, what date is it today?"

The farmer looked at him strangely for a second.

"June 23rd." He said and closed the door.

I stiffened. Had I heard that right?

The Doctor spun around, turning to me with a confused look on his face.

"But you said that this was June 29nth." I said, feeling a little worried.

"Yes, because I..." he started, but didn't finish.

He got a determined look on his face, telling me that this could be serious, and walked over to me.

"Come on, let's get back to the T.A.R.D.I.S." He said, and handed me the bundle with the food. "We're on the wrong day, and I would like to know why."

We headed back the way we had come, but this time, at a brisk pace. So when we finally arrived where the T.A.R.D.I.S had landed, I was breathing heavily, and steadied myself on the console.

After a couple of minutes, The Doctor spoke up, standing in front of me, eyes on the screen.

"I don't understand why we landed a week earlier.." He said, scratching his head. "I mean, June 29nth is not time-locked in any way or anything like that, so we SHOULD be able to go there."

I watched him as he stared at the screen. I didn't really have anything useful to say, so I just kept quiet where I stood.

And as it always did, when I have nothing to do, my mind started to wander.

I looked at The Doctor and thought of just how lucky I was to be in this amazing place with this amazing man. Not many people had gotten this rare opportunity to travel with a timelord. And here I was, an eighteen year old, with no special qualities or rare traits, a nobody, who had been given a chance at something more in life.

"Alright then. I don't know what... What?" The question was directed to me. The Doctor had started talking without me noticing, and when he had looked up from the screen, he had caught me staring at him.

"What? Oh, nothing." I said, looking down at my feet, blushing a little. That was silly, I had nothing to be embarrassed about! Yet I still felt like I'd just been caught making googly eyes at a crush in school.

I looked up. The Doctor was looking at me with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Then he walked around the console while he continued his previous thought.

"Yes. So I don't know what caused us to end up on the wrong day, BUT, we can try to go there now. That way, we won't have to spend a whole week waiting for the main event."

The T.A.R.D.I.S whirred to life as he handled the various controls.

I didn't really know what "main event" he was referring to, but I had given up asking. He would tell me soon enough.

The T.A.R.D.I.S started to shake again, and then suddenly, stopped.

"What?!" The Doctor exclaimed. "What is wrong now?!" He said as he ran back to the screen. He looked at it for a short moment.

"What is it? What's wrong?" I asked nervously. I had watched enough episodes of Doctor Who to know that the T.A.R.D.I.S wasn't supposed to behave like that.

His face was a mask of genuine surprise when he finally spoke.

"We are locked..." He said. The bewilderment obvious in his voice. He looked up from the screen and met my eyes.

"The T.A.R.D.I.S refuses to leave."

Okay, yeah I know. This chapter pretty much sucked. But I was really tired, and I didn't have a lot of inspiration. I will try to make the next chapter better though.

Thank you all for your support! Your reviews are most welcome :D