A/N Thank you so much to everyone for all the favouriting, alerts and reviews, it's great to know what people think. Ideas for future chapters are very welcome – my fount of inspiration will run dry without suggestions!

Here's another chapter that's a bit more silly – to give you a break from all the serious, sad chapters. The Doctor's life isn't all sad, after all. It's also incredibly awesome and, lots of the time, fun. Enjoy, and please, please, please review! (Please.)


"Is that a typo?" asked Rory.

"It must be the font," Amy replied. "The one must just look a bit like a four. Isn't that a bit weird even for you, travelling with an old lady?"

The Doctor glanced at the grand card with the royal crest on the front.

I am pleased to know that you are celebrating your 400th birthday. I send my congratulations and best wishes to you on such a special occasion.

"What makes you think this addressed to an old lady?" (Amy muttered something about the Doctor always travelling with women.) "And no, you read it correctly," the Doctor assured them. "When I worked for UNIT I had a permanent-ish address which meant people could send me mail more easily. I think she's given up now though."

"When you say she you don't mean..."

The Doctor raised his eyebrows.

"You can't mean..." Amy floundered. "The Queen doesn't know about aliens, does she?"

"Perhaps just as surprising, she has a sense of humour?" interjected Rory, glancing back at the curly number four.

"Course she does," affirmed the Doctor. "Me and her go way back. She's not the only monarch that knows about aliens either – more do than don't, to be honest. Think of Liz X."

"But that was years in the future. Surely monarchs from the past didn't know about aliens." Rory chose one at random. "Queen Victoria – I can't imagine her knowing about aliens."

"Oh no she did. We met – just the once – had to fight off a malevolent werewolf from space."

Amy snorted. "I bet she wasn't amused."

The Doctor grinned. "No. She certainly wasn't..."