Author's Note: I think I'm supposed to make up a subliminal (or at least vaguely subtle) way to give a shout out to my 9-loving, Dalek-owning, Amy-hating friend, but I'm not feeling particularly creative at the moment so I'll just say that this chapter is dedicated to you and, basically, you're awesome. To everyone else, sorry it's been so long. If you're still around to read, THANK YOU :)

INT. BIG APPLE APARTMENT - LATER

Amy sits on the couch with her arm around Hannah. Hannah
cries softly. John Smith sits on the floor, watching Isabel
as she sits up on a blanket and plays with a toy.

NEWS ANCHOR
Today's events are still
unexplained at this time. The
unidentified craft you are seeing
on your screens crashed into the
the World Trade Center's north
tower just after nine a.m. At
present, we have no details to
report regarding the status of
those inside the building, but we
are being told that rescue efforts
are underway. Friends, family and
all other citizens are being
advised to stay out of the area.

Amy rubs her hand against Hannah's shoulder as we swing
around to the television. A far view shows that some sort of
craft has wrecked into the north tower, but there is so much
smoke that it is hard to see much more.

HANNAH
May I use your phone?

Hannah stands and Amy rises with her.

JOHN SMITH
Of course. It's there... in the
kitchen.

Amy points her in the right direction then slips down to the
floor and whispers to John Smith.

AMY
That doesn't even look like a
plane. Nothing about this is right.

John Smith looks over at her, concerned. He drapes an
arm her and pulls her in close while keeping an eye on
Isabel. Amy leans her head on John Smith's shoulder.

JOHN SMITH
They'll get it sorted.

AMY
What is that?

Amy leans forward and out of John Smith's grip. On screen,
some of the smoke clears from the building and the
helicopter providing footage ventures closer.

JOHN SMITH
I dunno. It looks... green... and
sort of... glowy.

AMY
We need to go there.

She stands. John Smith picks up Isabel and gets to his feet.

JOHN SMITH
Amelia, are you mad?

AMY
There's a big, green, glowy thing
crashed into the World Trade Center
over two years before anything like
this should be happening. We need
to find out what's going on. It's
our responsibility, John.

Isabel gurgles unhappily. John Smith rubs her back
soothingly and bounces her on his hip.

JOHN SMITH
What do you mean two years before
anything like this should be
happening? This shouldn't be
happening at all. And how is it our
responsibility to investigate
green, glowy things?

AMY
It's like your favorite program.
With the FBI agents who investigate
weird alien stuff...

JOHN SMITH
The X-Files?

AMY
I'll be the redhead-

JOHN SMITH
Scully.

AMY
Right. I'll be Scully. And you can
be... the uh... the guy.

JOHN SMITH
Mulder. Fox Mulder.

AMY
Right. Scully and Mulder. His first
name is really "Fox?"

JOHN SMITH
I think you're more of a Mulder.

AMY
What? But you're not ginger.

JOHN SMITH
Scully's the skeptic. You, on the
other hand, want to go chase green,
glowy things. Very Mulder.

John Smith starts to speak again, but stops himself as
Hannah walks back over and sits back down on the couch.

HANNAH
I paged him and left this number. I
also left a message with his
parents. Do you mind if we-

JOHN SMITH
Stay as long as you need.

HANNAH
Thanks.

Hannah reaches out for Isabel. John Smith hands her over.

AMY
Hey, Johnny, can you help me in my
room for a tick?

JOHN SMITH
Help you do what?

Amy raises her eyebrows at him and nods toward her bedroom
door. He nods in agreement.

AMY
(to Hannah)
We'll be right back, okay?

Hannah nods absently as she rocks Isabel.

INT. AMY'S BEDROOM ROOM - DAY

The room is reminiscent of her bedroom back in Leadworth...
right down to the big blue police box stashed in the corner.
Amy and John Smith enter. She closes the door behind them.

AMY
I think I'm supposed to ease you
into this a little better, but-

JOHN SMITH
Is this my surprise? Because,
frankly, Amy, I'm not in the mood.

AMY
Not in the mood? Let's see what we
can do about that then.

Amy gives him a mischievous smile then runs off into the
TARDIS. John Smith shakes his head. He runs a hand through
his hair, looking around. Amy exits the TARDIS carrying The
Doctor's sonic screwdriver and his bow tie. She holds them
out to John Smith. He looks from one to the other.

JOHN SMITH
I don't get it.

AMY
Sure you do.

Amy hands him the sonic screwdriver and starts to put the
tie around his neck. He stops her, pulling her hands down.

JOHN SMITH
Is this a joke?

AMY
No.

He takes the bow tie and looks it over.

JOHN SMITH
Is it kinky?

AMY
What?!

JOHN SMITH
First you obsess over bow ties and
now, hello, bow tie...
(he waves it around)
...and whatever this thing is. What
is this thing?

He holds it out like a wand and looks it over.

JOHN SMITH
Is this what I think I'm thinking
this is?

AMY
Do you think you're thinking it's a
screw driver that uses sonic waves
to... do... various things? Or,
undo them, as the need arises.

JOHN SMITH
A couple of those words were a part
of what I thought I was thinking.

Amy rolls her eyes. She turns John Smith toward the TARDIS.

AMY
See that big blue box?

John Smith looks over at it.

JOHN SMITH
What about it? You were just in it.

AMY
Have you ever seen it before?

JOHN SMITH
I've certainly never noticed it.
Blimey, how'd you get this in here?
And how did I not notice it?

He walks over to it, running a hand over the blue doors.

AMY
Want to go inside?

John Smith looks at her over his shoulder. He shrugs then
pulls on the door. It doesn't budge.

AMY
What are you doing?

He points to the sign. Specifically, to the word "pull."

AMY
Whatever.

Amy walks over and pushes on the door to open it. She
gestures for John Smith to enter. He walks in slowly then
jumps back out wearing a shocked expression. He looks at Amy
as she grins. He looks at the box again.

JOHN SMITH
It's... it's...

He paces around the box, trying to wrap his head around it.

JOHN SMITH
It's so much smaller on the
outside.

Amy laughs.

JOHN SMITH
Well, it is.

AMY
That's rather pessimistic. Usually,
we say it's "bigger on the inside."

JOHN SMITH
We who?

Amy laughs again.

AMY
Come along, Smith.

JOHN SMITH
Stop saying that.

AMY
Fine. You say it. To me.

JOHN SMITH
No. Amelia, what the hell is this
thing?

AMY
Say it. "Come along, Pond." Say it,
and I'll explain.

John Smith looks at her reluctantly, but she folds her arms
and waits. He sighs, but then smiles slightly.

JOHN SMITH
Come along, Pond.

AMY
I thought you'd never ask!

She grabs his arm and heads for the TARDIS.

FADE TO BLACK.