"Ohhhhhh you know. Just stuff. Smith!" She laughs. "Haha! Doctor John Smith!"

"Why do you keep calling me Doctor?" He looks at her, the blood still drained from his face, leaving him completely pale. "I'm not a Doctor." He fibs. "Well, sort of. Doctorate in cheese making, as well as various other things. But that's not important."

"She was right about you, wasn't she?"

"Who? Who is she?" He asks frantically. If Donna Noble had remembered and it caused her death he couldn't live with himself. He should have checked in on her from time to time. But he didn't. He was guilty for her death! He was the cause of it a—

"Martha Jones." She leans over the console of the TARDIS. "Lovely Martha, Cheeky Martha, Doctor Martha." She smiles and laughs. "Doctor." She says consciously. "I know who you aaaaare. Martha told me everything after my mother died. Nothing too much, just you met Shakespeare and almost suffocated to death on the moon with the Judoon. Weeping angels sound like the scariest but also the creepiest monsters ever."

"Oh good ol' Martha Jones. Where is she now? Still with Rickey?" He asks and smiles.

"Mickey, but yeah, yeah. They're good last I heard. About three months ago they were heading to America to investigate an alien occurrence. Well first to vacation, but you of all people know how that goes once you've seen the things you have." She smiles and steps closer to him. "Speeeeeeaking of America." She says.

"Oi no. You said…" He steps away slowly. "No lovey-dovey such things."

"How does speaking of America lead to 'lovey-dovey' things as you call them? It doesn't! I just was getting excited because I've always wanted to go to America. Never been, you see? Just all the other continents. By America I obviously mean North America. I've already been in South America. Three times."

"Oh alright… good. Good on you for travelling. You're mother tried I know that! Ha ha. That failed miserably pretty much." He laughs, remembering Donna Noble Snr.

"Wait, how did you know that?" She asks, suddenly skeptical. "

Did Martha not…?" She gives him a questioning look. "Never… Nevermind. I'll tell you sometime… later…. Not now. Okay, right. Anyways! When?"

"When what?" She asks, so surprised by the random question she forgets the awkward interaction from seconds before. "Oh! America. Erm, I don't know. Whenever? What do you think?"

"Future or Past?" He asks starting to flick levers and spin random controls on the console.

"Past! Definitely. Martha told me the past New York is pretty cool, so Past America. Erm.. Please?" She asks shyly. He sees something familiar in the way she looks about the TARDIS when she's nervous.

"Alright! Allon-! Erm." He looks sadly at the console. He's not that man anymore. He should find a new thing to say. Geronimo' taken already. Allons-y is obviously out. 'Jelly Baby?' could make a comeback? No, no. 'Who am I?' No. How about….. Erm…. Well he'd think of one later. For now: "1920s America, Rose! Allons-y!"