Author's Note: The moral of the story is, suck it up buttercup. JK, that would be a shitty moral.

Disclaimer: I still do not own Doctor Who

"So I've got to go back more before I might be able to go home? I don't like the sound of that. It seems like a recipe for disaster. What if I go so far back that I can't get forward?" Sarah fretted as Diane packed a bag.

"Well, as long as you do whatever feels natural you should live long enough to meet my ancestors. After three generations I don't know what happens to you, that's all we see in my family. Maybe you find a way back home and it didn't make its way into your story." Diane smiled reassuringly. "I have faith that everything will turn out for the better and as long as you have faith as well everything will work out."

Sarah smiled nervously and took a deep breath as Diane handed her a sack. "So all I need to do is take this and try to find your family? What will I do until I go backwards? I obviously don't know how to blend in, because your husband thought I was strange enough to KICK OUT."

Diane gave her a quick run down of how not to stick out. "Ok, first of all. Take this ring." She slipped a simple band onto Sarah's left hand. "If you're married and running errands for your husband then you won't stick out. Also, don't be too loud or aggressive, that's not exactly normal." Diane hugged Sarah one last time. "If you want to go back sooner, I would try and do whatever you were doing when you came here in the first place. Goodbye and good luck!"

So Sarah tossed the bag over her shoulder and set off to town. She thought about what she was doing when she found herself back in time. "That still sounds like something out of a movie." She sighed before she remembers the creepy statue that moved. "That's it! That angel statue must have somehow dropped me off in the past! All I have to do is find it and then I can make it take me home."

After an hour of walking Sarah was less thrilled with her plan. "How exactly does one convince a statue to take them to the future? It didn't ask if we wanted to go to the past before it poofed me here now did it?" She sighed. "This is ridiculous, the only way I can even test my god damn plan is if I find the fucking town and I haven't even managed to do that."

After a few more minutes Sarah saw the town and, with renewed energy, ran towards it. She arrived panting and out of breath, earning a few strange looks from people, but she didn't care. "Um, hello? Can you help me? I seem to be a bit lost." Sarah approached an older woman who was walking towards what Sarah assumed was her car. "Can you point me in the direction of the Jones' house?"

The old woman smiled kindly at Sarah. "Well I can do you one better deary, I was about to drive in that direction myself so I could drop you off at their house."

Sarah smiled, but then she had a thought. "What if I get there and can't find the angel?" So she says. "I'm not expected for a few hours yet and I wouldn't want to arrive early. Just directions will be fine, thank you."

The woman narrowed her eyes at Sarah. "Well, what business do you have with Benny Jones? He's been married a long time and has grown children. I would sure hate to see something messed up."

Sarah smiled reassuringly. "My husband sent me in town to pick up some papers from Benny. He's going to pick me up around dark. My husband works with Benny."

"Well I'm sorry for acting all persnickety but I thought you might have been a gold digging hussy and I'm very good friends with Benny." The old woman smiled once again. Sarah's eye twitched and her fist itched.

"Oh it's all right. You can't help but be wary of a stranger." Sarah said as she mentally stabbed the old bitch. "Do I look like a money grubbing whore? Who the fuck says something like that to someone they just met? Obnoxious bitch." Sarah smiled. "So where did you say the house was?"

The old woman rattled off the instructions before she climbed into her car and left. "Well bye deary! I'll be sure to stop by tomorrow and ask Benny how your visit was." Translation, if you're his whore I'll be sure to tell his wife and have you kicked out of town.

"Yay, and I figured people in 2015 were assholes." Sarah said she began her search for the Time Angel.

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