Dear Sunny

If you read this, then that means you and my parents finally found a good place to stay in Manhattan. Claudia and I had managed to make an arrangement for a small house near a garden with an affordable price and where Rory can grow his favourite tree as much as he wants. It was tricky, but with Vortex Manipulator, it's easy to arrange it. I hope the house and the money I put in is enough for all the living costs.

After you three left, it was hard for me to stay, so I left. Besides, the university I attended needs my help, so I can't travel with them. The Doctor was heartbroken when you and Rory left, and even more so when Amy followed you. Delaney and Claudia had discussed and they decided to stay with him, so he wouldn't do something stupid or reckless. I hope they can cheer him up, because it was hard for him to know that he can't protect you.

We also had discussed and realised that the reason you've been feeling stiff, Sunny, is because the Angels had been wanting you trapped in the past, by draining the energy inside you, and took more when it sends you back with Rory. That's why your vision hit you harder than usual, and why you haven't jumped by now. Your body still lacks the energy to jump, and the only way you can jump is by putting you inside the Tardis, so the Tardis can fill the energy to yours.

The issue, however, is that the Tardis can't travel back to New York in 1938. It was hard for the Doctor to send the Tardis back, and it will damage the Tardis if he did it again. The Doctor, Delaney, Claudia, and I had pinpoint his timeline where you can meet us, and we found out that we had been to America before. April 8th, 1969, where we were facing the mysterious call that President Nixon kept receiving, that led us to a dangerous creature you know very well as the Silence. Of course, the problem is, you, Amy, and Rory need a plan to convince Canton Everett Delaware the 3rd to let you come with him to the White House in Washington, since we were facing another issue (big spoiler, don't even ask Amy or Rory).

With that all out, there's also a book I left inside. The Melody Malone Book. Tell Amy to publish it. That way, the book can arrive at the Doctor's hand, which helps us before. Also, tell Amy that she can write her stories and turn it into books. The publishing company will be delighted to know those stories.

There's so much I want to tell you, but that's all I can tell you.

Be safe, and be careful.

River

Amy reread the letter Arthur had received 7 years ago, after they acquired the house they stayed in. She sighs, putting down the letter on the table, looking worried at her husband, Rory, while the boy himself is busy playing with Anthony, their adoptive son that they found and adopted a month ago. "23 years until that," Amy muttered. "That's too long for Arthur to wait."

"What else can we do?" Rory kindly asked back. He understands her concern, knowing the agony of waiting for so long, and doesn't want Arthur to suffer the same fate she has. "Besides, it will be like a moment," he added, assuring her. "Arthur's happy with us. He doesn't even bother that we were in New York for 8 years."

"I still don't like it."

"Hey," Rory caressing Amy's hand with his. "Look at it this way. We're giving Arthur a normal childhood he never got since he was 10, even if he's not going to physically grow up until a century later. For a child who had suffered so much, he deserves a moment of normalcy. The Doctor," he sighs, "would want that for his son, and he'll be glad that we're the one who'll give it to him."

Amy glances at the children behind her. "Yeah," she agreed as Arthur made a funny face and Anthony just laughed.

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23 years later

"Are you Mr. Delaware?"

A small man in a suit sits at the bar, nursing a drink before he glances below, at a boy with brown hair with bowl cut and light brown eyes, wearing red flannel shirt, navy joggers, dark green hoodie with brown sneakers. "Are you camping, boy?" Canton Everett Delaware the 3rd asked, gesturing at the big backpack he carries.

"No, I was looking for you," he responded, still looking at him with serious expression.

"How did you come inside?"

"Bribing."

Canton snorts. "Really?"

"Yeah, 100 dollars so I can enter," he added, thinking of the money Rory had given to him before Anthony gave him a ride from New York to Washington. "They let me in without question."

"Typical," he muttered.

"Are the SS looking for you?"

Canton drinks his bourbon. "What are you, a secret spy?"

"No. Just a messenger. They'll get you to meet President Nixon. A private conversation in the Oval Office. I just want you to let me come with you."

On a cue, behind them, two larger men in trench coats and hats stand. "Mr. Delaware?" one of them asked.

"Who wants to know?" Canton replied, still drinking.

"Your boss."

"I don't have a boss any more."

"Maybe you want to tell that to the President of the United States," he said and took Canton's bourbon from his hand.

Canton glances at the boy, both curious and surprised that his words do come true. "Let this boy come with me," he insisted.

The two agents just frown at his request, but decide to agree.

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The two men before are in the front of the car, driving Canton and Arthur into the White House.

"I understand you have a problem with authority," Nixon remarked.

"Thank you," Canton replied from the phone, looking back at the boy who shows him a phone number on a card. He simply mumbles 'keep it' and Canton just put it on his pocket.

"It's not a compliment, son. This is a personal matter. I need someone on the outside, someone with FBI training, but who's not in contact with them."

"I'm flattered."

"You were my second choice for this, Mr. Delaware."

"That's okay. You were my second choice for President, Mr. Nixon," Canton said as he looked out the window. "And you didn't have to contact me, you can contact a child."

"A child?"

"You'll see," he denoted before ending the call.

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"I didn't know you brought your son here," Nixon remarked, sitting behind his desk while Canton and Arthur sat in a chair directly in front.

"He's not my son. He's a very smart kid that knows you'll call me."

Nixon glances at the boy. "Who told you that?"

"Scotland Yard," Arthur shrugged. "And no, Mr. President, I'm not messing with you. You have to trust me. I was send here to help your problem."

Nixon looks at him for a moment before finally speaking up. "Every day, wherever I am, I get a phone call," he began.

"People can't just call you, Mr President," Canton argued.

"It's a direct call every time. Every day for the last 2 weeks, usually late at night."

"Man or woman?"

"Neither. Listen." He switches on the tape recorder, letting the recording play, while he stands up, looking at the window.

"Hello?" Nixon inquired. "Who is this? This is President Nixon. Who's calling? Is this… you again?"

"Mr. President?"

"A child," Canton realised while Arthur was staring at the tape in absolute horror.

"This is the President, yes."

"Help, Mr. President. I'm scared! Please, the Space Man will be here. Help me!"

How could the little boy's voice on the tape sound exactly like the one before he regenerated?

"A little boy?" Canton wondered.

"And girl," he added.

"What do you mean?" Arthur asked, scared of what this meant. How can he call Nixon?! He never did that!

Or did he?

"Where are you phoning from? Where are you right now? Who are you?"

"Jefferson Adams Hamilton."

"Jefferson, listen to me."

The call ends.

"And there's more," Nixon informed as he played another recorder. "This is two days ago."

"Hello? Hello, this is the President," Nixon said as the sound crackled. "Hello, this is the President of the United States. Who is this? Is it you again?"

"Look behind you," a young girl responded this time.

"Come on!" A brunette girl with a nightgown grabs his hand, leading them downstairs as more Silence chases them behind.

Arthur grips the chairs, focusing on the recording.

"How did you get this number? This is my private line. How did you get through?"

"They're everywhere, all the time. We see them every day, but you have to look behind you."

"There is nothing behind me. How did you get this number?"

"The boy told me."

"You mean Jefferson? Where is he?"

"It doesn't matter. I'm telling you about monsters. Please, you must look behind you," she insisted.

"Young lady, there are no monsters in the Oval Office," Nixon said as the recorder stopped.

"Surely this is something the Bureau could handle, sir," Canton suggested.

"These calls happen wherever I am. How do I know the Bureau isn't involved? I can't trust anyone," Nixon turns around and startles. Both Canton and Arthur standing up, shocked to see the Doctor—the Bowtie—gesturing to them to continue talking as he's writing.

He slowly looked up and noticed the shock look on their face. "Oh. Hello. Bad moment," he said as he slowly backed away. "Oh look, this is the Oval Office. I was looking for the, er… Oblong Room." Nixon quickly pressed the button for security. "I'll, I'll, I'll, I'll, I'll just be off, then, shall I?" He walks smack into something and falls down, rubbing his cheek, before standing up. "Don't worry! It always does that when it's cloaked."

"Mr. Delaware, wait!" Arthur shouted as Canton wrestled the Doctor to the floor.

The Secret Service ran in. "Lockdown! Lockdown!" An Agent yelled while one tried to take Arthur away from the room.

"Not that! Ow!" He groaned. "River, have you got my scanner working yet? No, you don't."

"Get the President out of here!" Canton instructed. "Sir, you have to go with them now! Take the boy away from here!"

"He's not dangerous!" Arthur insisted.

"River, make her blue again!"

The Tardis shimmers into the visible spectrum, shocking everyone except Arthur.

"What the hell is that?" Nixon blurted.

While they were distracted, the Doctor slipped out of their grasp and into Nixon's chair. "Mr. President," he called, not bothering that guns were pointing at him. "Those children just told you everything you needed to know, but you weren't listening. Never mind, though, because the answer's yes. I'll take the case. Fellows, the guns, really? I just walked into the highest security office in the United States and parked a big blue box on the rug. Do you think you can just shoot me?"

"They're Americans!" River added as she, Amy, Rory, walked out of the Tardis, hands in the air.

"Don't shoot. Definitely no shooting," the Doctor pleaded.

"Nobody shoot us either. Very much not in need of getting shot," Rory begged. "Look, we've got our hands up."

"Who the hell are you?" Nixon looks at them.

"Sir… you need to stay back," Canton recommended.

"But who are they, and what is that box?" He demanded.

"It's a police box," Arthur replied, releasing the grasp the agent had on his wrist. "They're not dangerous. I know them. You can trust me. He's the Doctor from Scotland Yard, and the people there are his associates."

"The Legs, the Nose, and Mrs. Robinson," the Doctor introduced.

"I hate you," River hissed.

"No, you don't."

"Who are you?" Nixon asked again.

"Nah, boring question. Who's phoning you? That was definitely a girl and a boy's voice, which means there's only one place in America they can be phoning from."

"Where?" Canton looks at him.

"Do not engage with the intruder, Mr. Delaware!" One of the agents reprimanded.

"You heard everything I heard. It's simple enough. Give me 5 minutes, I'll explain. On the other hand, lay a finger on me or my friends, and you'll never, ever know."

"How did you get it in here?" Canton gestures at the Tardis. "I mean, you didn't carry it in."

"Clever, eh?"

"Love it."

"Do not compliment the intruder!" The agent ordered.

"5 minutes?" Canton suggested.

"5," he agreed.

"Mr. President, that man is a clear and present danger to…"

"To nobody, because he's harmless," Arthur interjected, folds his arms. "Did you see any weapons? Any guns? No?"

"And he walked in here with a big blue box and three of his friends, and that's the man he walked past like this boy," Canton remarked, trying to hide his snicker showing in his face that a 11 years old child just made an agent of SS speechless. "One of them's worth listening to. I say we give him 5 minutes. See if he delivers."

"Thanks, Canton," the Doctor smiles.

"If he doesn't, I'll shoot him myself," Canton added.

"Not so thanks," the Doctor muttered.

"What are you doing?!" The Doctor bellowed out.

"Saving your life!" Amy declared, aiming a gun at—

Arthur closes his eyes, trying to erase that vision. Somehow that vision makes him panicking.

"Sir, I cannot recommend…"

"Shut up, Peterson!" Nixon interrupted. "All right, 5 minutes."

"I'm going to need a SWAT team, ready to mobilise. Street level maps covering all of Florida. A pot of coffee, twelve Jammie Dodgers, and a fez," the Doctor exclaimed.

"Get him his maps," Canton said.

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"That was your voice, wasn't it?" Arthur glances as the Doctor as the maps had been filling the entire Oval Office. His eyes are still staring at the maps on his lap, but the boy knows he's asking him as well.

"I don't even remember it," he confessed, tugging his hoodie closer. "I swear, I don't remember."

He let out a relief sigh when Canton asked the Doctor, shifting his focus. He had so many questions now. Why did he phone President Nixon? Who's the young girl in that vision? How did he forget any of these until now? Even the diary never showed him calling Nixon before. So how on earth did he just hear his voice on that phone call? Is it a trick, perhaps? Yeah, that must be it! The one who spoke isn't really him, it's someone impersonating him, to lure him and everyone else with it.

But then, why on earth Arthur had an inclination that he did phone Nixon?

Oh, this is so confusing.

His eyes gazing through the open door, nearly screaming as the creature—the Silence—stared at him. Oh crap, they're here. They're going to get him again.

"Stay away," he whispered.

River blocks his view from the Silence. "Breath, Sunny," she kindly suggested, rubbing the back of his neck. "It won't harm you," she promised. "You're here. You're safe."

Arthur takes a slow and deep breath, letting the calmness and the gentle voice of River soothe him and the deep fear slowly decreases.

"Amy, what's wrong?" Rory suddenly inquired, getting everyone's attention at them.

"Amy?" River called, noticing how she's holding her stomach and her face went pale while Arthur glances at her, nervous.

"You all right?" the Doctor asked her.

"Yeah, no, I'm fine, I'm just...feeling a little sick," Amy replied heads for the door, asking an agent. "Excuse me, is there a toilet, or something?"

"Sorry, ma'am, during this procedure, you must remain within the Oval Office."

"Shut up and take her to the restroom," Canton insisted as another agent led Amy out of the room. "Your 5 minutes are up."

"Yeah, and where's my fez?" the Doctor asked back.

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The phone on Nixon's desk rings again, and for some reason, Arthur doesn't feel comfortable.

"Here!" The Doctor points to a location on the map. "The only place in the United States that call could be coming from. See? Obvious when you think about it."

"You, sir, are a genius," Canton complimented as Amy returns.

"It's a hobby," he smiles.

"Mr. President, answer the phone."

Nixon answers the call. "Hello. This is President Nixon."

"It's here!" A boy shouted as Amy and Rory froze in place. "They're here!"

"It's gonna get us. It's gonna eat us!" A girl yelled.

Amy looks at the phone. "Doctor, that's—"

"No time!" The Doctor grabs his jacket and backs towards the Tardis, letting everyone else enter first. "There's no time for a SWAT team, let's go! Mr. President, tell them help's on the way. Canton, on no account follow me into this box and close the door behind you."

"What the hell are you doing?" Canton frowns and enters the Tardis before it dematerializes. Arthur winces as visions resurface, gripping his hoodie again.

"Mr. President, please help us!" He begged as the Silence was already surrounding them.

"Jefferson, it's all right. I'm sending my best people," he assured him.

"What are you doing?!" The Doctor bellowed out.

"Saving your life!" Amy declared, aiming a gun at—

He lifts up the visor. "Please help me," he croaked.

"A-Arthur?!"

"Sunny?" Arthur gasps, realising River had held his shoulder and kneeling beside him. Her eyes stared deep into his own. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"You two need to be careful," Bad Wolf suddenly warned, standing near the console. It took Arthur a moment to realise that everyone's already gone outside. "He's out there."

"You mean, First Arthur?" River asked, narrowing her eyes at her.

"Be careful," she simply said, as if reminding River, before disappearing.

Arthur stares at the space she was standing in. "So, I DID go here. And I forget."

"It's the timestream," River finally pieces it together. "There's two of you from a different timeline."

"And our memories need to be erased," he finished, looking at the door. "I'm scared," he admitted.

River gently holds his hand as she opens the door. "Me too," she confessed.

"Everything's okay?" Rory asked, finishing explaining to Canton as they exited the box.

Arthur nods, trying to ease away the nausea feelings in his stomach. "We're good. We should meet with others."

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"It's a warehouse of some kind," River remarked as she kept Arthur beside her while holding a torch. "Disused."

"You realise this is almost certainly a trap, of course?" The Doctor asked.

"The phone was cut," Arthur noted, recalling the phone he found near the Tardis' landing.

"So how did the children phone from here?" River wondered.

"The suit," the little girl whispered near him as they kept an eye on the door, afraid that their voices would be heard. "It has a phone line. We can use that to call for help."

Arthur looks around the warehouse as anxiety rises up on his chest. He can sense him. The Other Arthur, watching them. Problem is, he doesn't remember where exactly he hid from them.

"Now why would a little girl be here?" River asked another question.

The Doctor raises his eyebrow. "Care to explain, Arthur?"

"I told you, I don't remember," he repeated, rubbing the nape of his neck.

"But it was your voice!" Amy reasoned. "You and the little girl phoned the President. How can you not remember that?"

"Wait, he phoned the President?" Canton asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Please stop," Arthur begged as River patted his head. "Just stop, please. I don't remember it, okay? Can we… can we just look to find out?"

The Doctor sighs, rubbing his hair in frustration. He hopes the boy can tell him their situation. But he suppose forcing him to remember something that's too traumatic might not be the best thing to do. Not to mention, the look on River's face seems ready to pull the gun on his face if he asked more. "Okay," he muttered, as his eyes soon found an operating table that seemed to have organic components attached.

"That's weird," Arthur frowns, gripping the components on the table and gazing at the boxes nearby. "It's mixed. This one is from Earth. This one isn't." His hands grip the slimy cable, pulling and following it, before finding a manhole's cover. "I found a manhole!"

"Let me," River kneels as she removes the cover, and scans it. "There's a network of tunnels running under here."

"Life signs?" The Doctor asked, looking at the manhole carefully.

"No, nothing that's showing up."

"Those are the worst kind. Be careful."

"Careful?" River snorts as she enters it. "Tried that once, ever so dull."

"Shout if something's wrong," Arthur suggested.

River smiles. "I will," she promised and climbed down the stairs.

"So what's going on here?" Canton glances at the manhole.

"Nothing... She's just a friend," the Doctor lied.

"I think he's talking about the possible alien incursion," Rory clarified.

"Okay."

River climbs up in a hurry, panting.

"River?" Arthur askes, worried.

She then looks at him and becomes calm as if nothing's wrong. "All clear," she shared. "Just tunnels, nothing down there I can see. Er, give me 5 minutes, I want to take another look round."

"Can I come?"

River looks down. "Of course," she nods, gesturing to Arthur to follow her.

The boy climbs down to the tunnel. As he hops down, he finds River leaning over, breathing heavily. "River?" He grasps her hand. "Is something wrong?"

"I just felt a bit sick," she answered after taking a deep breath. "It's the prison food probably," she guessed. "This way, what do you think?"

"Why not?" Arthur shrugs before turning around. "I feel like we're still being watched."

"Just stay close," she denoted, using her torch to let them see much clearly in the dark. "Look at that, Sunny! These tunnels are old. Really old. How can they be really old and nobody notice them?"

"Not to mention that," Arthur pointed to a maintenance hatch. He tries to open it, but he finds it hard to do so. "Locked. Always locked."

"You'll get used to it," River nudges the boy as she's taking some tools to open the lock. "Watch and learn."

"Help me! Help! Help me!" He cried.

Arthur rubs his arms, keeping an eye around them while observing. "Do you know my mum?" He suddenly asked.

Still working on it, River asks back, "Why do you ask?"

"You know my future, knows the Doctor," he takes a step closer, so he can see her eyes. "Know that he's my father," he added. "So you must know my mother as well."

"I wish I could tell you," River replied, her hands clutching the tools, looking gloomy. "You, me, the Doctor… We're travelling in opposite directions. Every time we meet, I know the Doctor more, he knows me less, and you're in the middle, always knowing more or less at the same time. There are times I wish I knew more, and there are times I wish I didn't. It breaks me, that I know things I can't tell either of you, and it angers me, that I have to see you suffer from distrust and unfairness, like I did." She takes a sigh. "I'm not sure I can handle the day… Neither of you know who I am."

The lock clicks and she opens it quickly, not letting Arthur see a tear slipping from her right eye. They enter some sort of advanced room with a control panel in the middle of the room.

"What is this place?" Arthur wondered, stepping closer to the centre.

The alarm goes off. "That's an alarm. Check if anything's coming," she told him.

Arthur nods, looks outside the room, gasping when he sees several Silence walk menacingly towards him. He pulls his head back in. "They're here!" He warned, clutching his chest as a memory coming back. "The Silence. They're here!"

He approaches them with the heavy spacesuit. He can see the Doctor, Amy, and an unconscious man. He and the girl had been calling for help, using the suit's phone call.

The Doctor stands, looking confused. He quickly raises the visor, so he can see him. "Doctor, help me!" He begged, his eyes felt watery.

River read the result from her scanner quickly before griping Arthur's hand. "Close your eyes and don't let go," she warned, taking her gun as she takes Arthur's hand with her,

There is a crackle of energy from the tunnel. River quickly uses it as she guides Arthur away, never letting go of the boy's hand, leading them back to where they enter. "Climb up," she insisted, before climbing up behind him.

Then, they hear a gunshot from the manhole, followed by Amy's scream.

Arthur suddenly froze.

"What are you doing?!" The Doctor bellowed out, looking at Amy as she stood up… with a gun.

"Saving your life!" Amy declared, aiming a gun at his head and shooting him, letting out a horrifying scream as the bullet hit the visor and cracked it, causing blood to trickle from his right ear.

He screams.