Author's Note: So, while you may know that Sarah is back in time she does not because she hasn't figured out what a Weeping Angel is yet. But oh will she learn, MUAHAHAHAHA!

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who

"Um, I mean my cellular telephone…" Sarah nervously giggles as a sinking feeling settles in her gut. The feeling solidifies once she enters Diane's home. It looks like something straight out of a retro movie.

Diane leads Sarah through the house to the wall phone in the kitchen. "Well I don't know what crazy made up thing a cellular telephone is but you can use my phone to call your friend." She steps away for a minute and Sarah can hear Diane talking to her daughter in the other room. "Deborah… can't… friend… father… dinner." Diane walks back into the kitchen and Sarah is holding the wall phone in her hand, having realized how useless it would be to try and call someone who isn't born yet. "Oh, so did you reach your friend?"

"Um, no but thank you anyways Mrs. Diane." Sarah places the phone back in the cradle gently and tries not to cry. "Damn it." She curses under her breath. "This shit can't get any worse can it?"

Diane smiles sadly. "Well, I guess I could make you a place for dinner if you wanted. I'm sure my husband wouldn't mind too much."

"Oh yes please!" Sarah is starving; she hasn't eaten since half a bucket of popcorn a few hours earlier. "If it wouldn't be too much trouble."

"As long as you help me finish up with supper I think we can whip up enough food for everyone." Diane smiles and looks at Sarah out of the corner of her eye as she starts chopping vegetables. "Can you start prepping that for me dear?" They work in comfortable silence, Diane only giving orders on what to prepare next and in what way. Dinner is almost complete by the time that she speaks up. "So what's a young girl like you doing out here by yourself? We don't live close enough to anywhere that you simply made a wrong turn."

Sarah jumps guiltily. "Well, I can't tell you much." She looks away from the woman. "Something happened," She shutters "and now I'm all the way out here." Sarah pauses confused. "Where exactly is here?"

Diane frowns. "A few miles out from Suwanee. Our neighborhood of sorts is one of the few out here. I'm not quiet sure how you managed to get yourself so turned around that you got lost into our neck of the woods." Diane gives Sarah a knowing look. "If you're in serious trouble I could always try to help. I wouldn't phone the police unless you want me to."

"No!" Sarah coughs. "Um, I mean. Please don't. There isn't anything so wrong that you would need to phone the police." Sarah attempts a reassuring smile. "This isn't anything a good night's sleep and some dinner won't fix."

Diane sighs and opens her mouth to speak again when the front door opens and in walks what Sarah assumes to be Mr. Diane. "Honey I'm home!" He calls from the front door. He is immediately assaulted by his daughter. "Hey pumpkin."

"We will talk about this later." Diane walks around the corner to meet her husband at the door. "Good evening dear. I was just about to pull dinner out of the oven. I've been keeping it warm until you came home." Sarah hears a kissing sound. "Oh, and we have a guest with us for dinner tonight. Sarah there's no need to hide in the kitchen dear."

Sarah slowly turns the corner. "Shitshitshitshitshitshit. Hello sir, my name is Sarah Faraday. I'm sorry to be intruding on your dinner on such short notice." She smiles and holds out her hand.

Mr. Diane shook Sarah's hand and seemed surprised by her strong grip. "Oh please call me Tom. It's no trouble at all; any friend of Diane's is a friend of mine. So how do you know my wife?"

I get the feeling (aka I know the answer because I'm the author) that saying "I'm a stranger that your wife invited to dinner because I'm lost and she took pity on me" isn't the correct answer to his question. Also, shout out to the outskirts of Suwanee, Georgia for being the scene for this little chapter!