Time for Chapter 2! And wow. It seems you guys really like this story. Cool! Gives me confidence to keep it up!

We were having a picnic. And there were three possible options on who we were having that picnic with. One: We were having a picnic with the cast of Doctor Who, who were, incidentally, in character as the Doctor, Amy, Rory and River. Two: We were having a picnic with the real Doctor, Amy, Rory and River. Three: We were having a picnic with no-one, because we'd gone insane.

"Wine?" Karen/Amy asked "I thought you didn't drink?"

"I'm 1103; I must've done at some time!" Matt/Doctor protested. In an attempt to prove his point, he took a sip of the wine. Except he spit it out very quickly, a disgusted look on his face.

Ruby and I laughed.

"Who's that?" Karen/Amy asked.

"Who's who?" I asked, only half-interested.

She looked at me. "Sorry, what?"

"Who's who?" I repeated.

"I didn't see anyone."

I decided not to pursue it.

"Oh my God," Alex/River and Arthur/Rory said at the same time. We all looked. Sure enough, there was the spaceman in the lake.

"I want you all to stay back. Whatever happens here you cannot interfere." He stepped towards the astronaut.

"You know what happens now, don't you?" Ruby asked me.

"Yeah," I replied. "But why? Why are we here?"

The green flash erupted from the spaceman's arm; the Doctor fell (you'll note I'm calling him 'the Doctor' now. Nothing like a weird green flash to convince you of things).

Amy screamed. The Doctor stood up; the regeneration energy was beginning to flow from his hands and head. He glanced back at us. "I'm sorry," he murmured. The regeneration process began, but the astronaut shot him again. He went down, never to get up again.

"No!" Amy screamed, running forward. River grabbed her, and Ruby helped hold her back.

Next to me, a tall, portly old man stood holding a can of gasoline. He glanced at me. "David," he said, nodding to me.

"Canton," I murmured, still shocked.

"You know what happens now, don't you?" he asked me.

"Y-yeah," I stammered. "A burial fit for the last of the Time Lords."

Canton grunted, nodding. Then he stepped forward, towards the still hysterical Amy and the shell-shocked Rory and River.

Ruby walked over to me, shock on her face. "So…this is all real, then."

"It would appear so."

I saw Rory look back at all of us, a determined look on his face. "If we're gonna do this, we do it properly," he said implacably.

The Doctor's body burned on the barge. Out on the lake, the last of the Time Lords vanished forever.

River looked at Ruby. "Five," she said.

"What?" my sister replied.

"The envelopes were numbered."

We were back at the diner. We'd grabbed the food for the picnic here.

"Those envelopes were numbered," River continued. "Amy and Rory, yours was '2', mine was '3', that Canton's was '4', while Ruby and David, yours was…"

"'5'," we finished for her.

"So who was '1'? Who did the Doctor trust more than anyone else?"

"Does it matter anymore?" Amy snapped hoarsely. "He's dead! The Doctor's dead!"

"Amy!" I shouted at her. I was used to hysterics. Ruby had gotten a bit hysterical when she'd realised she was gay; I'd talked her through it. Badly. But I'd still tried. "The Doctor we just saw was an older version of him. He said he was 1103. When you last saw him he was 907, right?"

Amy glared at me.

"Right," Rory answered for his wife.

"So, future-Doctor knew he was gonna die, so he invited the people he trusts the most to where it was gonna happen. Why?"

"So we could watch!" Amy almost screeched at me.

"No," I said calmly. "To get rid of the body. Like River said, the body of a Time Lord is a powerful thing. He wanted us to make sure his body never got into the wrong hands. He trusted us. He wouldn't make us watch him die for nothing."

"David," River said.

"What?" I asked, a bit irritated that she's cut me off mid-speech.

She held up a blue envelope. It was numbered '1'.

Rory went over to the counter to ask who'd been sitting at that table. Of course, it was at that time that the Doctor walked out of the men's room.

"What the hell?" Ruby asked, bewildered.

"Or 'hello', as people used to say," the Doctor replied, grinning. His smile faded a little when he saw me and Ruby. "Sorry, do I know you?"

"No," Ruby denied.

"Not yet," I added. "It's a bit…you know… Wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey…"

"Right, yes. Sorry," he said to Rory, Amy and River. "Just popped out to get my special straw. It adds more fizz."

"So…" Amy muttered, "it's really you? You're OK?"

"OK?" The Doctor replied, hugging her. "'Course I'm OK, I'm the King of OK. Never mind that title, that's a stupid title. Rory the Roman, that's a good title," he continued, hugging Rory. Then he spotted River. "Doctor River Song, you bad, bad girl. What sort of trouble have you got for me this time?"

She slapped him.

He turned back to her, readjusting his jaw. "I'm going to assume that that's for something I haven't done yet?"

"Yes," River, Ruby and I said in tandem.

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