The Doctor shot a glance at Susan, his eyes showing worry for his granddaughter. He never thought she would ever be in the TARDIS with him again. He flicked switches expertly, typing in coordinates on the typewriter keyboard, pulling a few more levers before they came to a stop.

Rory steadied himself on the railing as the TARDIS shook as they landed. "So… where are we exactly?" he asked, walking over to the door.

The Doctor looked at the screen. "1945, America, if I'm right. Nice year. United Nations formed, height of the 2nd World War, women in the factories…" he said, rattling off facts.

Amy walked over to the door, but the Doctor called her back. She walked back over. "What is it?" she asked.

"You can't go out into the 1940's dressed like that! Go to the TARDIS wardrobe and get something more 40's," he said to Amy, glancing at Susan as well. "You need to change as well. No pants," he said, leaning against the console.

Amy glanced down at what she was wearing. She was wearing a mini-skirt and a green button-up top. She nodded in resignation, "I see your point," she said, before dashing off to the TARDIS wardrobe. Susan followed, entering a second after Amy did.

Amy was looking through a line-up of clothes, looking for something appropriate, finally locating a knee-length button-down dress in a dark red color. She found a tan cardigan and pulled it over her arms. Susan was in a different part of the huge wardrobe, and she quickly changed into a simple black dress with a rose pattern on the edge.

After changing, the two walked back to the console room, and the 4 of them walked out onto the street together.

"1945!" The Doctor announced on leaving the TARDIS. They seemed to be in a large city, and Southern American accents floated through the crowd. It took only a few moments for the Doctor to figure out where they were in America. "Oh lovely!" he said, grinning. "Nashville, Tennessee, America! Bit boring, but at least we didn't land anywhere that was going to get bombed." He said. Susan was looking around with curiosity in her gaze, smiling cheerfully.

Amy slid her hand into Rory's, looking around as well. People bustled around, mostly women in dresses similar to Amy and Susan's. "Most of the men were drafted for the war. It's the first time women were forced to run get jobs. In the 30's, most women stayed home and raised the kids, did the housework…." He stated; hands in his pockets, Susan sticking close to his side.

Amy smirked, "I can't believe women just stayed home then. Times have changed a lot," she commented. She looked around for something interesting.

Rory glanced around hearing music coming from somewhere. It sounded like a trumpet. "Much more musical here than in London," he said. "And loud," he added.

Amy nodded in agreement, spotting a girl with shoulder-length brown hair in the distance, playing a fast cheerful medley on the trumpet with skill. A grey top hat sat in front of her for tips.

The Doctor opened his mouth to make a comment, but Susan stole the words from his mouth. "Even by this time, there are still some who are struggling for money after the Great Depression 16 years ago… more so in places like this," she said. It seemed the Doctor and Susan were having a 1945 fact contest, but Amy was quickly bored by it, looking at the girl as they passed. She looked about 23 at the most.

Amy glanced at the Doctor, before stopping in front of the girl. She looked in the pocket of the dress, finding an American $5 bill and a few euros. She checked the date on the bill to make sure it wasn't from the future, before dropping it in the hat. The brown-haired girl paused in her song, looking at Amy, her brown eyes meeting Amy's for a second.

"Thanks, Miss!" she said cheerfully, winking before going back to playing. Her accent was, to Amy's surprise, not American, but Northern English. Amy returned with a smile, before walking quickly to catch up to the Doctor, Rory, and Susan.

When Amy caught up to the group, they were walking through a small park. It was empty, except for a couple sitting on a park bench a few meters off. Apparently, the Doctor had gotten ice-cream in the short space of time she was gone, and Rory handed her a strawberry cone. She nodded thanks, licking the ice-cream as they walked around the park. The Doctor and Susan were pointing out things as they walked past, telling what had happened and what would happen in different places.

"Alright, Doctor… why are we here? You always have a reason for taking us places, unless it involves a randomizer." Amy said bluntly.

The Doctor glanced over at Amy, pouting. "I could have just been coming to take everyone for a nice day out with ice-cream!"

"You never just take us out for nice walk with ice-cream," Amy said pointedly, licking the ice-cream. Rory nodded in agreement with his wife.

The Doctor reached into one of his pockets, tossing the physic paper to Amy. She caught it with her free hand, flipping it open. A note was there.

"Bit of trouble with
a cyberman. Take a
look for me?

1945.
Nashville, TN
America.

Sincerely,
CO."

Amy passed it back to him, tilting her head. "Who's 'CO?'" she asked, looking at the Doctor. He shrugged, "Haven't the slightest. There are a whole lot of things it could stand for…. Corporation, Colorado, Cobalt, Commanding Officer…." He said, shrugging," But I would be worried about the cyberman who is supposedly here."

Rory spoke up, "It could be a trap or something. You should've checked before taking all of us here," he said reasonably.

The Doctor was about to reply, until a scream split the air in the distance.