I could not stop looking around. Everywhere, builders were shouting and people were staring in awe at Lady Liberty. So was I. I was also still grasping the concept of how one minute I was in 2012 Georgia and then I was in 1886 Liberty Island. He stepped in front of me and then turned to face me. He pulled on his jacket. "Now, we must remember not to change or interfere with history. It is a privilege for you to be here so take it seriously," he finished, letting go of his jacket. I nodded. Then we headed off in the direction of the statue. All around me, people were dressed really old-timey. But, being 1886 and all, I understood completely. Then I realized I was wearing skinny jeans, fur boots, and a hoodie. "Um, Doctor?" I asked, tugging on his jacket sleeve like a six-year-old. "What about my getup? Will it throw off time or something? People in 1886 don't wear hoodies," I pointed out. He gave me the up and down. Then he looked like he was thinking. "Well, I think it will do. For now," he said, still looking thoughtful. "Well, what if someone asks why I'm dressed like this?" I said gesturing to my body. Then again he was dressed like someone from Scotland Yard. I dropped the subject. We continued walking until we were in front of the statue. I looked up. I had to almost bend over backwards to see the top. People walking around me kept looking at my clothes. I ignored them and followed the Doctor inside the construction site. Then people really started looking at me funny. He walked in as if it were his own home he was walking into. I walked in his wake like a duckling following it's mother. He turned right and found a builder. The builder looked startled and tried to say something. He seemed at a loss for words. Then he started looking around as if someone was going to help him. The Doctor just smiled at him. "Hello, I'm the Doctor and I just need to ask you a few questions," he said. The man just stared at him with his mouth open. I popped my head out from behind him and grinned at the man. His mouth dropped even more. "You...you...how did you get in here?" he asked. I didn't really remember that part. I just remember looking up at the statue an when I looked back down, the Doctor was putting something black back in his pocket. Then the man had pulled back the tarp thing and let us through. I let out a small giggle. Both men turned to look at me. I stopped smiling and put an innocent look on my face. "What is so funny?" the Doctor asked. "Well, he wants to know how we got in and we got in so easily," I pointed out. The Doctor giggled too. Then he continued his conversation with the builder. "Why did you bring a child in here? She could get seriously hurt," the man said. "Well, I think I am perfectly capable of watching over her and she is perfectly capable of staying out of trouble, therefore making her perfectly safe," the Doctor finished with a small nod. I nodded enthusiastically behind him. The builder looked at me disapprovingly. The Doctor gave the builder the same look. I wanted to giggle but I knew I probably shouldn't have. "Well, now it's my turn to ask you some questions," the Doctor said. The builder stopped him. "May I see your credentials?" the builder said, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, yes, of course," the Doctor said, pulling out the black thing again. He opened it and showed the man the inside. Then he showed me and grinned. I gave him a confused look. It was blank. I whispered that in his ear. Then he grinned even more. Then he leaned in and whispered in my ear. "I know it's blank, it's Psychic Paper," he said. "Whatever I want it to say, it does," he said, straightening up. I smiled. Just like him. Tricking someone to find out some info. We turned back to the builder. I figured we looked related, both dark-haired, rather tall, and grinning ear to ear. The construction worker looked really confused. He was probably wondering why we were whispering and smiling. "What is so mysterious about this structure?" the Doctor asked in the know-it-all way he asked me how my life was. The builder looked flabbergasted. "How...how did you..." the builder stuttered. This guy had a real problem with speech. "How did I know that? I have mad skizlles. A word that I have never used and never plan on using again. Interesting word, skizlles," he said stroking his chin. I giggled again. He smiled at me. Then he looked back to the surprised builder. "So, out with it," the Doctor prodded. The builder widened his eyes. "Are you sure you want to know?" the man asked. The Doctor nodded. "Will the child be able to bear it?" the man said, widening his eyes more than I thought possible. Both of us nodded. "Well," he started. "There are men disappearing all the time, strange messages on the telegram, and statues of Weeping Angels everywhere."