Martha stayed crept behind a table with the extra ketchup bottles on top listening. She had just heard a female voice admit to being in the past and having met Shakespeare. She could just be reading a written story, but it was worth a little spy work just in case. Perhaps the woman was another time traveler, a former or future companion of the Doctor, or even… ow, she just got a slight headache from thinking too hard.

As Martha peered over briefly she saw the woman who was right about her age and looked like a student. The woman was reading from a packet of papers to a man seated across from her. "It was just beautiful being there for my first time trip. He was reciting all kinds of lines to impress me and the man himself called me a Queen! I mean, with the history books you only get a glimpse of it all, but really, truly, being there with the Barb and seeing him spout these wonderful lines was incredible. In fact, the Doctor called him a genius."

Martha's eyes popped out of her head in complete bewilderment. If she had written her own account of her first journey into time only a year and a half ago it would have sounded almost exactly like that. Martha could not let this go.

Martha got up and stood up straight. The Doctor and Rose were still chatting and partaking of the fish and chips, so she thought not to bother them as she walked over to the curious couple like she had simply overheard them. "Excuse me, your story about Shakespeare sounded pretty interesting. Do you write?"

Martha expected to be blown off much as the body language of the guy would suggest, but the woman smiled genuinely. "I normally don't share these kind of things with strangers, but I have a feeling about you." She reached out her hand to which Martha shook it. "I'm Amy and this is my boyfriend Zach. I'm just reading my… my stories to him."

"My name's Martha. Do you mind if I sit down?"

Amy's reaction puzzled Martha after she had shared her name, but after a startle the student replied, "Right, yeah… you can sit next to me… Martha?"

Martha sat down next to Amy while it seemed Zach sat across from them eyeing her suspiciously. In an apologetic voice he shared, "Amy reads a lot of fiction and has a active imagination, but she's not a nutter."

"I didn't say she was. Honestly, I think that kind of story may be interesting."

"Well, ok. I guess I'm a little more protective of my girl than I need to be sometimes." Zach smiled at Amy and seemed to have a more accepting attitude towards Martha now. Truth be told he loved Amy and Martha could tell that, but she could also tell that Zach was a little embarrassed by it all. Perhaps, this wasn't always the case with his girlfriend.

Amy asked, "I'm sorry Martha, but this may sound a little weird especially coming from someone you just met, but what's your last name?"

Martha did feel a little uncomfortable about the forwardness, but decided there wasn't much to lose in not saying it if she could gain her trust. "Jones, may I ask why?"

Amy's reaction to Martha's last name was surprising to say the least. She practically gasped in shock. "It must be some type of coincidence."

"Pardon?"

Zach filled in. "These stories that you overheard and got interested in. The main character is named Martha Jones."

Martha became very interested and did not hide it. There was too much going on for this to be some type of coincidence. "You really named your character Martha Jones and she met Shakespeare? I mean, where did you get your inspiration from, if you don't mind me asking?"

Amy brightened up at Martha's response. She had been afraid that Martha may think she was a nutter much like her boyfriend had slightly interrogated her for earlier, but Martha was genuinely interested. "No, not at all. Don't think I'm crazy or not, but I get my ideas from my dreams."

"I'm sorry, but you dream that you're Martha Jones?"

Zach added, "She's been having these dreams and sometimes she'll call them nightmares about being an adventurer with this doctor. I offered she should write them down to help possibly get them on paper, but it turns out her imagination is getting stronger the more she uncovers."

"Yeah, and in these dreams I'm a doctor too. A doctor traveling with a doctor, and I really seem to like it."

Martha could not believe how similar this all sounded. "Doctor who?"

"That's just it. I've never heard him speak his name. It's always just, the Doctor."

Martha gasped inside. On the outside she showed mild curiosity, but the realization had hit her like a ton of bricks. Whoever this Amy was she knew at least some of Martha's memories and those included the Doctor. This could be a trap or a godsend, but she couldn't figure out which. All she knew was she had to dig deeper.

"No more questions. I'd like to hear another story."

Zach spoke up, "Time's up for me though. Got class to get to an all that. Amy, I'll see you later."

He reached across the table and kissed her on the forehead lovingly before getting up and saying, "Martha Jones, nice meeting you," and he left.

Martha commented to Amy sitting next to her, "That's a good bloke right there."

Amy smiled, "Thanks, I love him too." She then straightened herself out and asked hopefully, "Still want to hear that story?"

"More than anything."

Amy found the papers that contained her written down stories and began to read one of them. "I became hired as a maid because I had to. It wasn't the best time to go and hide from them, but just like any time it was done at complete random. The Doctor was different this time because he could not just hide. They could smell him so he had to change himself to be human, only it broke my heart that he wasn't the Doctor anymore. He was John Smith. I…"

"Stop!" Martha was overwhelmed because that story had told her everything she needed to know. "I'm sorry to be rude and all, but it's too much all at once. I have a friend you need to meet. He's nice and won't judge you, I promise."

Amy nodded silently, Martha got up from her seat, and turned around. She watched Martha walk over to another table and begin talking to two people sitting down. Only those two weren't strangers to her at all. At first sight she somehow knew exactly who they were because this was not the first time that she had seen them. Amy's heart began to beat rapidly in anticipation as they made their way over with Martha leading the Doctor and Rose cleaning up before trailing a little behind.

Martha smiled as she approached the table announcing, "Amy, this is the…"

Martha stopped and stared in shock as did Rose as an almost lovesick Amy jumped out of her seat and reverently said, "Doctor" to herself as she snogged the Doctor for all her worth…