"So, we actually made it?" It was my first time time-travelling and I didn't want it to be ruined by it not even happening.
"Look Erica, I know you're imaginative, but I don't think that smell can be imagined."
"Right. So, what are we planning to do?"
"Well, it was your idea to come here. Why don't you lead the mission?"
"Really?" I got excited.
"God no," the Doctor said. "Last time I let you do something that I was supposed to do you almost got us killed."
"So you're saying that you won't get us killed?"
"No, I'm saying that you shouldn't do things that I should."
"Well," I began. "I'm not the one who landed in Antarctica, checked what was outside, and still managed to get captured."
"Yeah, well, you landed the Tardis in a room FULL of Pevalimon! Need I say more?"
"You-"
"Alright!" Jack said, cutting off his conversation with Nara. "Can we please go somewhere? You're both giving me a headache."
"Sorry," we mumbled in unison.
The Doctor turned a corner before muttering to me. "What was your ancestor's name?"
"Jeriana Smith," I replied. "If we really are in 1838."
"How could you doubt me?"
"I don't doubt you as a whole person. I simply doubt your ability to fly the Tardis correctly."
"Erica," the Doctor answered. "Please remember that the only reason you are here is because of my inability to fly the Tardis."
"Yes, but what if here isn't here. What if here is somewhere or sometime else?"
"Wow. Once you get over how weird that sentence sounds, it actually makes sense."
I gave him a dark look and he walked over to one of the people manning a shop on the side of the road.
"What are you doing?" I questioned.
"What you say that I never seem to do."
I laughed inwardly. He was going to ask someone where he was.
"Port Jackson," the man said in a gruff voice.
The Doctor looked back at me with an I-told-you-so look.
"What's the date?" I mouthed across to him.
"You been down the pub last night mate?" the man replied as the Doctor relayed my words. "It's the thirty-first of December 1838. Here's today's paper. You can check."
"Thanks," the Doctor said before coming back to me. "Why do people always think I'm drunk when I ask them what the date is?"
"Maybe you have that kind of shifty look about you," I replied. "And by the way, congratulations. You made it in the right year. Even if it was only by a day."
"But you never gave me a specific date," he replied with a superior look on his face. "I even asked someone something-"
"Oh no," I whispered as a highly detailed copy of my family tree flashed before my eyes.
"That's never a good beginning to a sentence," the Doctor muttered.
"Jeriana dies on the 1st of January, 1840."
"That gives us a day to find her."
"It shouldn't be too hard," Jack said. "I mean, it's not like we're searching London."
"I wouldn't bet on it."
"I would," Nara spoke whilst looking over my shoulder.
"What's ther-"
But at the end of the road walking around wearing a long dress holding an umbrella was a person who looked almost like an 1800s version of me. But she had blond hair beneath her bonnet.
"I'm guessing that's Jeriana?" the Doctor asked.
"Yep."
"Yes."
"Yeah," I finished.
"Let's go and meet the ancestors," the Doctor said, walking down the road towards the woman.