Chapter 2: May Day!

1937: Pacific Ocean

The plane soared over the crystal blue ocean. Amelia Earhart could see for miles in all directions. She was particularly fond of the various beaches and islands they came across. The Pacific was a beautiful place to be, and she enjoyed every minute of it.

Off in the distance, however, Amelia could see some storm clouds. She knew everything would be fine if she increased altitude and simply flew over it. As she did this, the beauty of the ocean below was obscured by the storm. She was a bit nervous, but knew everything would be okay. That even though she couldn't see the islands or ocean, she knew that despite the storm that the beauty of it was still there. The storm didn't destroy the beauty, it simply masked over it. No, the storm could never destroy the beauty of nature. Amelia was still a bit on edge, but knew in her head and in her heart that the beauty of nature was still there on the other side of the storm, she just couldn't physically see it was all.

The storm had its thunder and lightning, but she knew what she was doing and trusted what her instruments told her. But then she thought she heard her navigator, Fred, say "Eight" but there was a thunder and lightning flash as well. She turned to look over her right shoulder but he was lost in a map and hadn't said anything. Turning back to face front, she thought she heard something again. Again it was covered by thunder. This time she thought she heard "X". "X what?" she asked, but Fred didn't respond. Then a thought occurred to her. Some flashing had been lighting, but some seemed to be … closer to the plane. She turned to the left and couldn't believe what she saw. Then she heard a word. This time without thunder. This word, not in Fred's voice. It wasn't over the radio either. She heard it loud and clear, both ominous and deadly.

The word:

"EX-TER-MIN-ATE!"

There was a flash of light from this . . . flying object. It struck the plane, and killed the engine. Doing no other damage, Amelia knew she could glide to a lower altitude, and maybe land. Assuming what just attacked didn't keep attacking. Though, seemingly content with its victory, the object appeared to fly elsewhere.

Finding an island to crash land on, Amelia and Fred knew not what to do next. They were alive, but the engine, and the radio, were both dead. Then they saw, with dread, the object approach with two other objects of similar appearance. Then a fourth object, a rectangular blue box. This blue box seemed to pulse with a light. The other objects seemed to almost . . . tremble with fear, before all exploding. The blue box vanished. Amelia and Fred looked at each other in disbelief. Then they heard a voice call out "hello! I'm the Doctor, are you alright?" They turned and saw him, standing next to his blue box.

"Sorry about that, those nasty Daleks!" He walked closer, "Don't worry though, I found their self-destruct code, though I doubt it'll work a second time. How's your plane? Nobody hurt right?" Amelia and Fred are silent, not sure how to comprehend what just happened. "Right, okay, you two need a lift anywhere? I can take you anywhere." "You can take us anywhere?" "Yes." "Anywhere?" "Anywhere." "How?" "The TARDIS." He smugly points at the blue box. Amelia and Fred together: "The what?" "I'll show you. Allons-y!"

They follow him, unsure, into the Tardis. Amelia is the first to compose herself. "It's bigger . . . on the . . . inside?" Fred following. "How?" "Time And Relative Dimension In Space! The TARDIS! Can go anywhere we want! Laws of dimensions and space and some other fun stuff, never mind that, we can go anywhere!" "Anywhere?" "Anywhere. We could even go to New York of the future, but it's the 15th New York so it really is New New New New New New New New New New New New New New New York. I heard the Face of Boe is there so we could pop by a visit to him?" "I don't know who that is. How about our own New York?" "Why not? Your New York it is! I just have to get the coordinates right. Silly planets have to keep moving and such!" Fred still not quite understanding " . . . um . . . what?"

The Doctor bounced around his console, pulling levers and twisting knobs. I whirring noise emanated from the console and the whole place shook like there was no tomorrow. And there wasn't one, they were going somewhere else. Then some major shaking happened and the Doctor started yelling incomplete sentences. Amelia tried to listen but only heard some bits like "bounced off of something", "fixed point in time" and "Already went there?" Nothing made sense. Then it stopped and the Doctor declared: "That was weird, but we're here!" They exited the TARDIS in the middle of New York City! Amelia and Fred were astonished, but the buildings were the only things they recognized.

Fred stammered about, before inquiring. "...where are we?" "New York." "Doesn't look like New York." "It is!" Fred was wagering he knew more than the Doctor. "I don't remember it this way, since when did New York have lights like these, and what manner of automobiles are these!?" "Here, let's find a newspaper, you humans are always reading papers." "...us what?"

Fred and the Doctor found a paper and began a heated debate on what the year was. Amelia, on the other hand was fascinated by the Times Square lights and accidentally wandered into traffic. By the time the Doctor had finished explaining time travel to Fred, they looked up to see the flashing lights of a police car . . . drive away with Amelia in the back!

The Doctor let out a frustrated sigh. "Why do they always wander off? Come on Fred, let's get after her."