The Doctor sat surrounded by the United States of America's founding fathers. It was quite a humbling experience, everyone in this room was a genius and held the fate of the U.S.A in their hands. If this went wrong then everything would change. The Doctor took the quill from a younger looking Thomas Jefferson,

"Sir I think you'll find that this sounds much better, 'We hold these truths to be self evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.' See? More professional that way right? And how about you change this bit right here to 'The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute tyranny over these states.'" The Doctor finished scrawling on the parchment and looked at the men surrounding him, their jaws wide open.

"You sir are brilliant. That is the best set of phrases I think we have ever heard and I speak for the congregation not just myself." Thomas stuck his hand out, shaking the Doctor's firmly. The Doctor smiled,

"Oh, it's been my honor. You don't realize how much of an impact you will have on this country, and it has been a pleasure working with you, but I'm afraid I have to go, you can manage on your own I presume?" The men all nodded, "But if you do need help, look into the thoughts of Voltaire and John Locke. Montesquie wouldn't hurt either. Good luck men." He shook fifty six hands before leaving, a huge grin spread across his face the entire time.

"Wait," The Doctor turned to see Thomas standing behind him with the first rough draft of the Declaration of Independence in his hands and the second lay on the table beside him, "before you go, I want you to have this Doctor. You've been a great help and I think you deserve this more then anyone." He extended the rough draft toward the Doctor, who looked at it like it was best Christmas present anyone could ask for. He took it gently and looked over the hand written words of Thomas Jefferson and company.

"Wow, this is brilliant. I don't know what to say. Thank you. Thank you all. This is just. Wow." He said in awe, mind racing. Had he just been given the first draft of the Declaration of Independence? He carefully folded the parchment and stuck it in the pocket of his tuxedo.

The Doctor sat in the TARDIS taking in everything that had happened that day. It had been an eventful day, he had met fifty six of America's most brilliant people to ever live and they had given him the first draft of the Declaration of Independence, all because he had been bored. He took the parchment out of his pocket and looked at it, reading over every word that the founding fathers had first written. It had been a very fun day indeed. He put the paper away again and leaned back in his chair, deep in thought.

"Mount Rushmore? He's not going to get Thomas Jefferson's nose right." he cried as he leapt up and got changed.

"And we're off!" he shouted to himself when he pulled the hand brake. History needs a Doctor too you know. It was going to be a long day.