Doctor's POV

In my defense, I tried to get some sleep .I really did. AND I managed to get 30 minutes of it. Which was a record for me.

I was too busy on concentrating on my task to do anything else.

First, I'll go to Jane's house, and search trough her things .In a non stalker way of course; gather information with the locals and run another full scan from the TARDIS based on her DNA I so miraculously found on her tea cup.

Piece of cake!

So, it wasn't my fault that the front door was locked and I had to climb from the window to go outside, or look for her address inside her purse that happened to be under the table. I just happen to found it there .Lucky me!

Which is why I was now so comfortably walking around on the street, looking for her house.

It really is a nice neighborhood. If you happen to like this sort of boring, plain and utterly calm stuff.

Slowly ,I could hear the birds singing to the new day .Spring was here and I was glad to see so many flowers in my path .I need to remind myself to stop and stare at nature more often .I don't do that anymore. It's always run, run, run.

"Then again, with whom I'd look it?"

Good point. Some things you just can't do it on your own.

Oh, here we are! It didn't take too long .I guess this really is a small town.

Jane's house was, well just like every other house. Plain .In fact, too plain, I almost didn't notice. And that's something!

What I did notice was that the birds stopped singing right after I crossed the street towards her home.

A nice, plain, boring home .What could I find it there, right? Wouldn't hurt to look.

So, it wouldn't be odd, at all, if someone saw me trying to unlock her door (Really, she should be more careful with that) .It was quick, her door really needs more security. Someone might unlock it! In reality, I'm doing her a favor.

It's a funny feeling, invading someone's house in order to find something you're not sure what it is.

Plain walls, vases, same old, same old. It even had the familiar feeling of a person who just stays at home, not wanting to leave, boring.

There is something wrong in this picture. The person I've met and her house doesn't match. There is something about her, I know it .I just need to find it.

It didn't took me long to find what I was looking for.

Almost everything on the house had a pattern; the furniture had the same colors as the windows, the cabinets had the same size, everything matched .except…

What is this?

This, tiny, unnoticeable, plain and modest wooden box (of course it's made of wood!).Why would it be locked if it's in plain sight? What if someone wanted to open and see what's inside? Maybe to look for a first aid kit or a needle?

Or answers.

It could be a dead end; just my mind playing tricks on me; the result of being so lonely for so long that my essence decided to intervene and create an individual who simply can not exist.

So, with my hearts in my hands, I decided to see it for myself if it was true or not.

Jane's POV

"Everything is ready, Anna .Do you want to go and set the tables now?" I asked my little assistance that so kindly waked up me, running and screaming excited like the 9 year old that she is.

"YES, Jane let's goooooo!" And impatient as well .I couldn't blame her though; the whole town looked beautiful with the decorations variance with every color imaginable .Everyone looked so happy and light that it was impossible not to be moved by it.

Today is going to be a great day.

I was so distracted, listening to Anne's plans for the fair and my neighbors saying hi that I didn't have time to realize that someone was coming straight towards me.

"I'm so sorry!" I said, helping the person to stand up. It was a man, older then me, with a piercing pair of grey eyes. "I didn't know where I was going" But he recovered faster than most people. What I didn't expect was his piercing gaze upon me.

"You never do, do you?" His voice was deep, and I was a little nervous with him .He didn't give me the best of vibes. "I'm sorry miss, I must be going now, I'm late" I felt bad Just because he might not be a local ,doesn't mean I should be suspicious .I mean, look at the Doctor; he's not from around, and he's a nice person.

"Do you need any help with the directions?" He turned his head a little, and Anne was more than eager to leave.

"No, thank you .I have everything I need"

"Oh, ok .It was nice to meet you, mister…"

"Godson"