Amy looked up and down the road. She didn't know where she was, what she was doing here, or how she was going to get out. The place looked like Earth, but a long time ago. Amy assumed that she was in England, because of the language, but that could have been the TARDIS translating. "Why did you have to leave me again, Doctor? It's really bloody cold; you promised me warmth this time... yet another thing you failed at," she grumbled as she paced. She didn't want to leave the spot where the TARDIS had dumped her, in case the spaceman came back. She kicked up the leaves on the pavement.

Sam had stormed out of the police station. "Bloody Gene Hunt. He's wrong! He's got no evidence! He can't leave that kid in the cells!" He knocked into someone, but didn't bother to stop. He just needed to walk away. If only he could get out of Manchester...

"And people still don't apologise! Could this day get any worse?" She looked at the guy who had walked into her. He seemed familiar, so she chased after him. She didn't understand how she could know anyone. She was in a new place, after all. The man must have heard her, he started to run. He ran back to the police station. The plan had been to run back to his flat, but the person chasing him had caught up.

"Annie. I- wait. You're not Annie."

"One point to the familiar stranger, my name's Amy."

"Why were you chasing me?"

"Thought I recognised you."

"What? I've never met you before"

"Not here... I know who you are. You're Harold Saxon!"

"No, you must have me confused with someone. My name's Sam Tyler."

"Ok. Well sorry about that."

"See you around?"

"Maybe. Time works in mysterious ways."

Sam recognised the name. He hadn't heard of anyone called Harold Saxon, but it stirred a memory in his head. He watched the mysterious girl walk away from him and wondered where she had come from. She was smiling, but that smile was hiding confusion and a lost girl. Sam didn't want to let the girl walk away from him.

Amy didn't know why she had thought the man was Harold Saxon, he had been shot by his wife in 2007, he couldn't be in... Well wherever she was, Harold Saxon couldn't be there. Amy still needed to find out when and where she was, so she turned back to face the familiar stranger.

"I don't suppose you could tell me when and where I am? Odd question I know."

The familiar stranger looked bemused. "You're in Manchester and it's 1973. How could you not know when or where you are?"

"I didn't know I was going to be here... My friend dropped me off."

"Ok, where is your friend?"

"I'm not sure."

"Right is there anywhere I could take you? Home maybe?"

"Home would be nice. But only if you've got a time machine."

"If I did have one, I wouldn't be here. I'd be back at home with-"

Sam realised what he was saying and cut himself off, before he confused the girl. But what had he been thinking? He ran back over his thoughts. I'd be back at home with- now which name should have fit there? Was it Maya, or Lucy? Sam didn't think he knew anyone called Lucy, but the name kept popping into his head.

"Maybe I'll see you around time boy."

Amy's goodbye pulled him back out of his thoughts, back to reality. He turned round, about to go head first into- god knows what. He turned back around and chased after Amy Pond. He found her sat on the corner of the street, where he had bumped into her earlier. The girl was staring at the sky, almost as if she expected something to drop out of it. He walked over to her and sat next to her.

"Who are you waiting for?"

"My friend" Waiting for the second time. "I hope it doesn't take twelve years."

"Twelve years? That's a long time to wait for someone."

"Twelve long years, and four psychiatrists."

"Four. What did you do to them?"

"I kept biting them."

"Why?"

"They said he wasn't real."

"Why did they say that?"

"I was ten."

Sam wondered if sitting here was good for the girl. He wondered what to do. He was hungry and thought about inviting her out for lunch.

"Do you want to go for lunch somewhere?"

Amy thought about it. Would the Doctor be able to find her if she wasn't here, where he dropped her?

"Yeah, let's go."