"I can't believe I'm getting to see Elvis. This is a dream come true," I beamed, grabbing the Doctor's arm and gently squeezing it. "Thank you," I murmured, watching as Rose walked out of the TARDIS.

"I was hoping this would make you feel a bit better about the whole situation," the Doctor explained while getting his blue moped ready.

I nodded slightly, growing slightly uncomfortable just at the thought.

Since I had learned that I was a Time Lady, life felt… different. I knew in my head that my time as Victoria Harkness Jones was coming to an end, yet my heart wasn't ready to give her up.

Just at the thought of leaving made my eyes water, and the Doctor quickly noticed. He silently pulled me into a hug, listening to Rose as she spoke from outside.

"Let's have a good time, okay?" he said, stroking my head in a comforting way.

I took a deep breath and nodded. "I'm good. Let's go see Elvis."

He reached into a box on the floor and pulled out a white helmet and handed it to me. "Let's blow this popsicle stand."

Shaking my head, I grabbed the helmet and climbed on behind him. "Wrong time period, Doctor."

"You goin' my way, Doll?" the Doctor, trying to sound like Elvis, asked Rose. With a smirk, she whipped out a pair of pink sunglasses and put them on.

"Is there any other way to go, Daddy-o?"

I couldn't help but laugh as she walked over to us, saying "Straight from the fridge, man."

"Hey, you speak the lingo!" the Doctor uttered happily as I tossed her a pink helmet.

"Yeah well... me, mum, Cliff Richard movies every Bank Holiday Monday"

I look at her apologetically as she lowered herself into the sidecar. After she was situated, the Doctor started the bike back up again and drove down the street.

"Where are we off to?" Rose yelled, trying to speak over the wind.

"Ed Sullivan TV Studios, Elvis did 'Hound Dog' on one of the shows, there were loads of complaints. Bit of luck, we'll just catch it," the Doctor called back.

"Isn't it in New York?" I blinked, looking around as I took in Rose's words.

The buildings lining the street were decorated with Union Flags with red post boxes out front.

"Digging the New York vibe!" Rose giggled, causing me to smile.

"This could be New York. I mean, it kind of looks New-" I cut the Doctor off before he could continue. "There is no way this is New York."

"What do you think the flags are for?" Rose questioned.

"Maybe some sort of celebration?" I offered and felt the Doctor shrug lightly.

After looking around for a moment, the Doctor pulled over and helped me and Rose off the moped. Together we walked down the street, chatting lightly when we saw a van pull up in front of a house.

Three men get out, one of them opening the van's doors while the other two carry a tv into the house.

The man that held open the door told the house owner "There you go, sir, all wired up for the great occasion."

"The great occasion? What do you mean?" the Doctor asked as we walked past.

With a look of confusion, the man answered "Where've you been living, out in the colonies? Coronation, of course."

"What coronation's that, then?" the Doctor questioned, causing me to look at him incredulously.

"The Queen's," Rose began. "Queen Elizabeth's Coronation."

I couldn't help but giggle quietly as a look of awe crossed the Doctor's face. "Oh! It's 1953?"

"Last time I looked. Time for a lovely bit of pomp and circumstance, what we do best," the man answered.

"Look at all the TV aerials... looks like everyone's got one. That's weird, my nan said tellies were so rare they all had to pile into one house," Rose explained and I nodded.

"Not round here, love. Magpie's Marvellous Tellies, only five quid a box," the man replied. I shook my head slightly in disbelief, there was no way that they could be so cheap.

"Oh but this is a brilliant year! Classic! Technicolour, Everest climbed, everything off the ration-" the Doctor quickly changed accents. "The Nation throwing off the shadows of war and looking forward to a happier, brighter future!"

Rose and I couldn't help but burst into laughter, but almost as soon as we started laughing, a scream was heard.

"Someone help me, please! Ted!"

The Doctor reached for my hand and quickly pulled me towards the yelling with Rose right behind me.

"Leave him alone, it's my husband!" a woman pleaded as two men pushed a man with a blanket over his head into a car.

"What's going on?"

"Oi, what are you doing?" A voice called out from behind us. I turned away from the Doctor and was greeted by a teen boy, probably sixteen years old.

"Who did they take, do you know?" Rose asked the boy.

"Must have been Mr. Gallagher," he told us as the van drove off, leaving the woman distraught.

"It's happening all over the place. They're turning into monsters…" he explained.

"Tommy, don't you dare say another word!" A deep, angry voice called out. "Get. Inside. Now."

Tommy quickly said goodbye, and rushes over to his house where it looked like his father was standing.

"Well, all aboard," the Doctor called out and I hopped onto the back of the moped as Rose slid into the seat.

"Yeehaw!" I laughed as the Doctor and Rose shook their heads. "Wrong decade, Vie."

"Well too bad," I laughed as the Doctor drove us down the road.

"Keep your eyes out for that black car." The Doctor said as we continued driving. After a few minutes of driving, we came to a turn. After turning down the road we came to a giant metal gate with a market stand in front of it. The Doctor stopped in front of the market, and we inspected the area quickly.

"Of course we lost them," the Doctor muttered, and I patted his arm comfortably as Rose mocked his driving, which was not surprisingly terrible.

The Doctor, however, wasn't paying attention. "Men in black? Vanishing police cars? This is Churchill's England, not Stalin's Russia!"

"Monsters, that boy said..." Rose trailed off and I suddenly got an idea. Quickly turning around and pointing at her, I gave my idea. "The Neighbors. I bet they know something," I suggested, looking over at Rose who shook her head in agreement.

"That's what I like about you two, you take the domestic approach," he grinned as we all got back onto the moped

"Thank you," Rose grinned as I gently slapped him in the shoulder. "I believe that was an insult, not a compliment."

The Doctor never responded all he did was grin slightly and begin driving back down the road to where we started.

It didn't take long for us to get back to where we were before, and we decided that being overly nice was a great idea.

The three of us walked up to the door, me being in the middle with Rose on my left and the Doctor on my right. Rose leaned forward and pushed the doorbell.

"Are we sure this is the right way to do this?" I questioned, causing the Doctor to snicker.

"Now you get why I never do the domestic approach. It never -" he explained just as we heard the doorknob begin to jangle and clang.

The door swept open to reveal the older man that was calling for the teenage boy earlier. The three of us put the biggest smiles possible on our faces and in unison greeted the man.

"Who are you?" he grumbled, looking at us all suspiciously.

"Let's see then, judging by the look of you - family man, nice house, decent wage, fought in the war - therefore, we represent Queen and country!" the Doctor exclaimed, reaching into his pocket only to pull it out holding his psychic paper. "Just doing a little check of Her Majesty's forthcoming subjects for the great day. Don't mind if we come in? Nah, didn't think you did, thank you!"

I couldn't help but snicker at the Doctor. Sometimes he made it hard to believe that he didn't like the domestic approach. He enjoyed himself just a little too much sometimes.

As the Doctor began barreling past the man, he grabbed my hand and pulled me along with him. I looked over my shoulder and Rose was behind us with a small smile.

As we walked into the living room, the Doctor continued to act as an inspector and looked around the room.

"Not bad, very nice! Very well kept! I'd like to congratulate you, Mrs... ?" the Doctor asked, looking over at the obviously nervous woman. "Connolly."

"Now then Rita, I can handle this. This gentleman's a proper representative!" her husband explained harshly. I let go of the Doctor's hand and moved closer to Rose, not feeling too comfortable near Rita's husband.

As sad as it was, I had to remind myself that this is how men acted towards women in the 1950s. I was lucky to have a loving family that was able to provide for me and able to make me feel comfortable. Just by adopting me, I was given such a happy life.

The Doctor, however, made me just as happy as being with my family at Torchwood. I grew so close to him, I'd do anything to make sure that he was happy and if that meant becoming someone I wasn't before, I'd open the watch my father gave me just so I could know he was happy.

"Look, Mr. Connolly, you should probably get to work," the Doctor spoke, bringing me out of my thoughts. I looked forward to see the Doctor handing the man a large strand of Union flags.

"Ah, yes, of course. Yes, sir." He took the flags and began hanging them up, much to his chagrin. He seemed no less happy to do this as he did before.

"You'll be proud of us, sir! We'll have Union Jacks left, right and center!" he told us, and I saw Rose smirk at his comment.

She stood up and walked over towards him, standing next to him. "'Scuse me, Mr. Connolly, hang on a minute! Union Jacks?"

"Yes, that's right, ain't it?" he questioned and she shook her head. "That's the Union Flag. It's the Union Jack only when it's flown at sea."

"I... I'm sorry, Ma'am." he apologized, fear obvious in his voice.

"Well, don't get it wrong again, there's a good man," she smiled widely, obviously enjoying herself.

After not responding quick enough for her, she exclaimed: "Now get to it!"

As he got to work, the Doctor and Rose sat down on the couch next to me, the Doctor grabbing my hand in the process.

"Union Flag?" the Doctor quietly asked.

"Mum went out with a sailor once," she explained, and immediately the Doctor nodded his head.

"Oooooh, I bet she did."

"Anyways, I'm the Doctor, this is Victoria, and this is Rose," he introduced, pointing towards us respectively. "And you are?"

I looked over at the teenager we met earlier who told us his name was Tommy.

"Well, sit yourselves down," the Doctor said, moving the chairs to point towards the televisions.

"Have a look at this. I love telly, don't you?" he asked Tommy, who nodded excitedly.

"Yeah, I think it's brilliant!"

We then sat in silence, watching the program on the tv, the Doctor occasionally calling out to Mr. Connolly to check his progress.

"So, both of you, what's wrong?" he questioned, and the son and mother looked surprised.

"Did you say you were a Doctor?" Rita asked the Doctor, who nodded.

"Can you help her. Can you please help her?" she begged, catching her husband's attention.

"Now then Rita, I don't think the gentleman needs to know-" he tried, but the Doctor wouldn't let him end the conversation.

"No, the gentleman does," the Doctor insisted.

"Rita, Mrs. Connolly, please," I began, moving out of my seat to hold her shoulder. "Please tell us what's the matter." Rose then rushed over as Rita began crying even more.

"Hold on a minute! Queen and country are one thing, but this is my house!" Mr. Connolly yelled, chucking the flags onto the floor.

With my one free hand, I grasped Rose's tightly, not feeling well with how Mr. Connolly was reacting. I looked over at the Doctor, who was trying very hard to restrain himself.

"What the- what the hell am I doing? Now you listen here, Doctor! You may have fancy qualifications, but what goes on under my roof is my business!" the man yelled louder than before.

"All the people are being bundled into-"

"I AM TALKING!" Mr. Connolly shouted, and I couldn't help but squeeze Rose's hand a bit harder than necessary. Immediately, the Doctor moves closer to Mr. Connolly and shouts even louder, "And I'm not listening! Now you, Mr. Connolly, are staring into a deep, dark PIT of trouble if you don't let me help."

The Connolly family looked very shaken up, and I felt very nervous as Rose was keeping the two of us calm.

"So I'm ordering you - SIR! - to tell me what's going on!"

As Mr. Connolly tried thinking of something to say, a thud could be heard from upstairs.

"She won't stop," he whispered, fear obvious in his voice. He continued to look at the ceiling as the banging got louder and louder. "She never stops."

Surprisingly, it was Tommy who talked next.

"We started hearing stories, all around the place. People who've... changed. Families keeping it secret 'cause they were scared. The police started finding out. We don't know how, no one does. They just... turn up, come to the door and take 'em. Any time of the day or night."

"Can you please show us, Tommy?" I asked softly, and he nodded lightly.

Tommy got up slowly and led us up the stairs to a closed room. He slowly opened the door, peaking into the room.

"Gran... It's Tommy," he called out, opening the door to allow us to enter. "'S all right Gran, I've brought help."

Inside the room we see Tommy's gram standing by a window with the lights all off. Whatever I was expecting to see when he turned the lights on, what we actually did see wasn't it.

His gran's face was completely smooth, no features whatsoever.

The look of it, her face with no features, was off-putting, to say the least. Looking at her made me feel uneasy, so I, unfortunately, was stuck standing outside with Mr. Connolly who also didn't want to look.

We stood in awkward silence for what felt like forever, and it wasn't broken until a crash came from the floor below.

"It's them! They've come for her!" Rita cried, and I felt appalled by the fact that Mr. Connolly was happy about that.

I looked down the stairs to see policemen rushing into the house.

"Hurry up, Doctor!" I couldn't help but let some of my fear escape into my voice.

As the burly police officers rushed towards the room, I threw myself in front of the doorway. "There's got to be a good reason for wh-"

I tried buying the Doctor some time, but the police officers didn't care about me or what I had to say. One of them grasped my arm tightly, and I immediately could feel the blood to my wrist stop circulating. "Hey, let go of me!" I gasped, trying to pull my arm away. The police officer let go of me, shoving me away and into the room next door.

I could hear the Doctor speaking quickly, obviously trying to gain some time before they took Tommy's gran. What I wasn't expecting was to hear the Doctor to suddenly go quiet, then a thud, and then Rose to call out for him.

I rushed for the room as quickly as possible, barely avoiding the police officers who were guiding a figure, obviously Tommy's gram, down the stairs.

As I walked into the room, I saw Rose kneeling over the Doctor

"Come on, Doctor!" she muttered before she brought her arm back and slapped the Doctor in the face.

He immediately started awake, sitting up quickly as if he hadn't have just been knocked out. "Ah, hell of a right hook! Have to watch out for that!

He quickly got up off the floor and booked it out the room without a single word, leaving Rose and I alone.

"Come on, let's go!" Rose ushered as we rushed down the stairs after the Doctor. However, when we reached the living room, we noticed something peculiar about the television: red strands of electricity were flowing out of it.

"Vie! Rose! Come on, we're going to lose them!" I heard the Doctor call from outside the house. I felt slightly bad, just leaving the Doctor on his own, but I thought I could be of more use here to Rose.

Just as I turned back to look at the tv, I noticed that the strands of electricity had gone back inside, leaving it with the appearance that nothing had happened.

I rushed forward to look at the tv, and Rose did as well. We grabbed the tv box and turned it around and looked all over it in hopes of finding something useful.

"Vie, look at this," Rose prompted, pointing at a sticker on the back of the box. "Magpie Electricals," I whispered just as I felt a presence behind me.

Mr. Connolly had walked back into the family room and had finally noticed that we were still in his house and not with the Doctor.

"You two! Get out of my house!"

"We're going, we're done! Nice to meet you Tommy, Mrs Connolly. And as for you, Mr Connolly, only an idiot hangs the Union Flag upside-down. Shame on you!" Rose called over her shoulder, dragging me out of the house.

Once out of the house, we stood close together, looking out for the black cars from earlier.

"Okay, so we need to find 'Magpie Electricals'. That has to have some sort of clue for us to use," I told her and she nodded.

We linked arms and made our way downtown and towards the television shop.

It only took us around fifteen minutes to walk there, but when we got there, it was beginning to get late. As we walked in, a man, who I assumed was Magpie, told us he was closing and to leave.

"But we'd like to get a television," I explained and he shook his head.

"You'll just have to come back tomorrow. If you'll excuse me." He walked around the counter and towards the front door.

"But you'll be close tomorrow, won't ya?" Rose asked and he looked at her in confusion. "You know… because it's Coronation Day?"

"Ahh, yes. Well, I'll have to ask you to find somewhere else to watch it," he told us, moving closer to the door.

"Seems to me half of London's got a television, since you're practically giving them away," Rose questioned, curiosity ruling her voice.

"I have my reasons," Magpie defended.

"Well, what are those reasons?" I questioned, and he turned his defensive look on me.

"Hungry. Hungry!" a voice behind us spoke. "What is that?" we asked together, looking around.

""It's just a television. One of these modern programmes. Now, I really do think you should leave! Right now!" he pleaded.

"Not until you've answered my questions. How comes your televisions are so cheap?" Rose demanded, staring him in the eyes.

"It's my patriotic duty. Seems only right that as many folk as possible get to watch the coronation. We may be losing the Empire but we can still be proud! Twenty million people they reckon'll be watching! Imagine that! And twenty million people can't be wrong, eh? So why don't you get yourself back home and get up, bright and early, for the big day?" Magpie tried once again, but failed.

"We're not leaving until you've told us and shown us everything," I explained, crossing my arms.

"I need to close my shop."

"Mr Magpie, something's happening out there. Ordinary people are being struck down and changed, and the only new thing in the house is a television. Your television. What's going on?"

Magpie's persona faded as he finally accepted that we knew something. "I knew this would happen. I knew I'd be found out."

He walked over to the door and locked it behind us.

"All right, then, it's just you and the two of us... you gonna come clean, then? What's really in it for you?" I questioned, squinting my eyes slightly.

"For me? Some peace."

"Peace from what?"

"From her," he looked in the direction of the television, which they all had the picture of a woman on it.

"It's just a program. All it is is a woman in a program," I reasoned and he shook his head.

"What pretty girls you brought," the voice spoke, causing Rose and I to share not so good looks.

"Are you talking to us?"

"Yes - I'm talking to you, little one. Unseasonably chilly for the time of year, don't you think?"

"Who… What are you?" I barely got out.

"I'm the Wire, and I'm hungryyyyyyyy," the voice called out, just before tendrils of electricity came out and caught both of our faces.

I could tell that Rose was talking, but I wasn't paying attention. I could barely breath, and felt like I was suffocating. It was terrifying.

And then the the suffocating stopped.

And then.

Nothing.

The next thing I know, I'm lying in the middle of the floor of Magpie's shop, breathing at full capacity.

"Rose," I spoke before truly looking around for her. She was lying behind me, and it seemed she was back to normal after what had just happened.

"Victoria," she replied, and she quickly pulled me into a hug.

"What happened?" I asked, looking around for clues as to what happened.

"I have absolutely no idea. We should find the Doctor. I bet he's worried sick."

Rose got up first and then helped me, and we walked together back to the main road in which we started.

As we stood there, surrounded by families reuniting, I looked for the Doctor.

It didn't take me very long to find him as he stood with Tommy to the side of the road talking.

When I finally caught his eye, his reaction surprised me. He had looked sad from afar, and a look of happiness lit up his face as he raced towards us.

"Doctor!" I called out with a smile. "I'm so glad we found you! What happened while we were go-" The Doctor cut off my words in the most surprising way imaginable.

He grabbed my face and kissed me.