The Doctor, Rose, and Andrew walked on the street under the now bright tall street lamps outside the old Channel Nine studio. The lights had already returned in Los Angeles and the bodies of the now dead Chamills were behind them ready for someone else to clean up. Sucks to be them, Andrew thought. As expected, Rod's car was nowhere in site and after going through what he just experienced, he really didn't care anymore if Rod could be counted on.

Once again he saw the blue box as they all stopped to look at it. With an almost disbelief Andrew spoke, "I saved the world today." Perhaps, he was just saying it to himself but his words had not fallen on deaf ears.

The Doctor looked over at Rose with an air of regret. "This life, Andrew. It's really not that safe." It looked as if she knew what he really meant and was offended, but surprisingly said nothing.

"Why?" questioned Andrew.

The Doctor was caught off-guard. "Sorry?"

"Why save the world when you can lose it all?"

The Doctor inhaled deeply in thought. "I suppose I'm pretty daft, don't you think? Can't stand injustice. You see my people. The… They didn't interfere because you know what, its safe. No since of failure like any of it was your fault. Well, I didn't do that. I chose to help, no matter the cost. I even chose my name, you see That's why I'm the Doctor."

"Your people?"

"I'm a Time Lord."

"That… that's… not human is it?" For the first time since meeting this strange couple he really looked at them. What made him scratch his head internally was they just looked so damn human. Sure they knew about an alien race and their technology but there had to be secret governmental people that knew that stuff, right? They all stayed silent for a minute making the answer quite obvious. "I mean… I realized you were time travelers. I figured that out. But aliens? These aren't your bodies are they?"

The Doctor seemed to investigate his own body for a minute as he said under his breath. "No… this is my body. A pretty damn foxy piece of…"

Rose seemed to return to reality as she interrupted her companion. "I'm human. He's the alien."

"Weird."

"Oi! Don't judge!"

"So that's how they do things in the future isn't it? It's where your from ain't it?" After what had happened today he was able to connect the dots. It was the only explanation that actually made sense in a very weird realization for him.

The Doctor interjected, "Welllll, actually you're right, Andrew. Humans dance a lot more in the far future, but where you'd be wrong is that Rose here comes initially from your personal near past. Myself, welllll there is where it gets really complicated being that you couldn't even begin to understand what temporal stasis means in the time stream. I…"

Rose cut him off playfully. She seemed to enjoy doing that, Andrew noticed. "Don't scare him off now, Doctor."

The Doctor defended himself. "I was only answering his question."

Rose's previous words began to play in Andrew's head as they playfully argued in front of him. She had mentioned that she had met him before and had initially introduced him to the Doctor by calling him a future companion. Andrew hadn't the slightest clue what any of it actually meant, but he had his doubts on how he'd even fit in with these two. Still, there was something he badly wanted. Something that a couple of travelers might help him with. Assuming he could even fit in that blue box that Rose had called a spaceship, or a TARDIS apparently. Must be some type of mirage like the Chamills. Possibly, it was fate that he was here with the Doctor and Rose standing outside in front of a blue box. "Can I bum a ride?" The couple fell silent. "I mean… I'm generally a quiet dude, easy to get along with. I'll pay my half of gas or whatever fuel you use… or whatever."

As Andrew talked it looked like the couple was going to say no to him, but as soon as he finished he was met with surprise as Rose answered, "Yea… I think we can share the space."

The Doctor finished. "But only if you don't mind a detour along the way."

"What do you mean by a detour?"

"C'mon, follow us, Andrew."

The Doctor grabbed Rose's hand and they turned away from him walking toward the blue box.

"Don't you think I should like pack or something?"

They continued walking much to Andrew's annoyance and opened the blue doors of the box walking inside. The door remained open for Andrew to follow.

"Wherever we're going. It better be a short trip because if you think I'm going to be cramped up in there for more than an hour. You two are crazy. I mean, don't you have a bigger ship? At least something as big as a car, maybe?"

Rose called from inside holding in laughter. "Would you just come on already?"

"Fine!" He frustratingly spat.

Andrew walked toward the box and went in shutting the doors behind him. As the blue box de-materialized from the street corner next to the former Channel Nine studio in Los Angeles, Andrew's voice inside crooned in awe, "You're shittin me!"