"So … um … what do I do with the turkey?"

Rory's quiet voice cut through the impotent rage and worry in River's mind, and for the first time, she realized she'd been staring at the time rotor ever since she informed her parents they were going back to Trenzalore. She wasn't as good as the Doctor when it came to measuring time and reading timelines. But despite the Dalek takeover of the Papal Mainframe, it would take some time for the TARDIS to break through the shield surrounding Trenzalore once more. From the Doctor's perspective, they might only be gone minutes. Or hours. Worse, it'd be years and they'd find the planet as they had so many years ago – nothing but graves. With one exception. His dead body would be among them, waiting for her to turn the TARDIS into his tomb. She wanted to weep. So she took a deep breath, buried all the pain somewhere where it wouldn't hurt until she allowed her hurt. She faced her father and managed a smile.

"Back under the console," she said breezily. "After all, the Egyptians sent food into the afterlife along with the dead. The Doctor might like a bit of turkey to nosh."

"That's not funny," Amy snapped from her position across the console room. She perched on the captain's chair, hugging herself and looking very young and lost. River hadn't seen her like that since Lake Silencio, the second time around. "How can you joke at a time like this?"

"What do you want me to do? Break down and cry?"

"He's your husband," Amy shot back. "He's dying! How can you be so cold?"

"I've had excellent lessons," River quipped, meeting her mother's judging gaze for one quick second, then broke it to run more calculations. Oh yes, she was a diligent student of the Amelia Pond-Williams school of denial.

"Amy," Rory murmured as he ascended the stairs, sans turkey. He squeezed her shoulder as he passed by the chair. "Leave her alone."

Amy whirled on him, hair whipping him in the face as she spun around and slid off the chair. "Oh, fine time for you to actually start acting like her father."

Rory held up his hands. "Look, all I'm saying is that the last thing the Doctor needs is for you two to be fighting-"

"We're not fighting," Amy and River said in union.

Rory helplessly glanced from his wife to his daughter and back again. He sighed and fisted his hair. "Why did I ever doubt that we're all biologically related?"

"Sorry, Dad. Despite appearances, I am very much a Pond." River breezed past her parents and down the stairs, wishing for the Doctor's sonic. But he still had it on him. Never mind. She could fiddle with the wires without a sonic, or perhaps the Old Girl would let her have access to one of the sonics the Doctor's other regenerations used.

Her strength suddenly gone, River sank into the swing seat beneath the console. She flexed her hands and reached for the wires she needed to adjust, to try to shave years off their reappearance on Trenzalore. She picked through the wires, found the two orange ones she needed, and started to twist them together. When the wires went blurry, she wondered if her eyesight was suddenly going. She blinked, and her vision cleared as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"River."

She squeezed her eyes shut at her father's voice, ignoring him to clear her mind. She couldn't cry. Not now. Not when the Doctor needed her so much. He needed her one last time, to make sure his grave was as it should be. Centuries upon centuries of travel and knowledge all embodied in the best and the worst man she'd ever known, producing one of the most powerful timelines the universe had ever seen. Every bright day she had witnessed of the Doctor's, every dark and evil legend she'd been told and seen flashed through her mind.

And she saw the kindness and the love he never voiced in his eyes as he loomed over her just a few hours ago, as they made love for the final time.

Oh god, it was their final time.

She was sobbing by the time Rory's arms came around her, as he patted her back and whispered soothing nonsense in her ear. He gently pulled her out of the chair, leading her away from the wires to sit on the stairs. There, he held her as she cried. She dimly heard her mother order her father to budge over as she squeezed in next to River to hug her from the other side. It felt like the storm lasted for years, but mere minutes passed before she found her self control once more. As the tears subsided, she laid her head on her father's shoulder as her mother stroked her hair.

"Well," Amy said, "if a Doctor ever needed a reminder of humanity in the afterlife, overcooked turkey will do the trick."

River laughed and Rory chuckled, shaking his head. Amy slapped her thighs and leaped to her feet. River quickly dashed away her tears and squeezed Rory's shoulder in thanks as she moved back to the swing seat to fix the wiring.

"There's nothing you can do? You can't fix this?" Amy asked her.

"Everyone dies eventually, even the Doctor," River replied. "The Time Lords could give him extra regenerations, but he was never among their favorites. Even now, they've not responded to us because we haven't spoken his name around the crack."

"Do they even know you're there?"

"Yes," River told Rory.

"How are you sure?"

"Just a gut feeling." River secured the last wire and looped it back into place. She gained her feet and grimaced a bit. She was still limber, but not the way she was when she left her parents behind to go rescue the Doctor the first time.

"How old are you now?" Amy asked as they ascended the stairs.

"Human equivalent of early 60s, I'd say. I'm still in very good shape, but I have slowed down some. As long as I take care, I'm all right. After all, isn't 60 the new 40?"

"I'm sure that's different for Time Lords."

"How did the Doctor get back without the TARDIS?" Rory asked as River checked their course.

"I still had my vortex manipulator. I stopped wearing it the way I used to, because we were in one place for so long." She wearily rubbed the bridge of her nose. "He probably had this planned all along and brought it with him when we came back to the TARDIS. He was always going to find a way to send me back." And she wasn't quite sure how she felt about that.

The time rotor shuddered to a stop, and River reached for the monitor. "We made it. A bit earlier than planned at that."

She led the way out of the TARDIS into the courtyard not far from the clock tower. Time had passed, a considerable amount from what it looked like. Most of the buildings were shabby and falling down, the effect of no longer having Tasha's shield from the Papal Mainframe protect the planet. It reminded River of when she time traveled to Europe after World War II. She'd taken for-granted how much Tasha had worked to protect them. Flames licked at whatever buildings weren't in ruin. The clock tower remained standing, a little worse for wear but clearly the sturdiest of the remaining buildings.

River led the way inside, Amy and Rory at her heels. They made their way into the basement, picking around the debris that had accumulated in River's absence. She rounded the corner to his workshop and gasped. Behind her, Amy moaned softly while Rory merely blinked and looked away.

The Doctor, older than River had ever seen him, hunched over a wooden toy. His wrinkled, aged hands slowly jerked a knife over the wood as he carved it into a dog. "Susan?" he called out.

River felt the tears well up once more as the Doctor called for his granddaughter. "Hello, sweetie," she rasped.

She could see his shoulders tense. She held her breath as he shifted through centuries upon centuries of memories until he hit the right one. "River?"

"Yes," she said softly. "And Amy and Rory."

The toy fell from his hands as he swiveled around in his chair. His eyes lit up. "The Ponds! Well, look at you."

"Doctor," Amy breathed.

He grabbed his cane and slowly pulled himself to his feet. He thumped his way over to him, and River found herself grasping her father's hand when she saw that the leg that pained the Doctor while she'd been there had been replaced by a wooden one. He squeezed her hand back in solidarity.

"Were you always so young?" The Doctor grasped Amy's hand. "Amelia Pond. Little Amelia Pond." He pressed his lips to the back of her hand.

"Raggedy Man." Amy hugged him as tight as she dared. "You're late for Christmas."

"Oh, but where I live, it's Christmas all the time! Didn't happen to bring a cracker, did you? Love those things." He winked at her.

"Seriously?" Amy arched an eyebrow. "You want a Christmas cracker? Haven't you noticed the pepper pots waiting to gun you down?"

"Daleks," the Doctor scoffed. "They can wait. Been waiting for centuries! What's another few minutes?"

"Wait." Rory patted down his jacket, then pulled a small Christmas cracker out of his pocket. "Got it from work," he explained, holding it out to the Doctor. "Didn't open it yet. Go on, have a go."

The Doctor beamed and grabbed the other end of the cracker. He tugged, but the cracker barely budged. His face fell as he tried once more, but it refused to give.

"It's OK, sweetie," River murmured and laid her hand over his. "It's a special one we'll pull together."

"Don't you mollycoddle me, River Song," the Doctor muttered.

"Wouldn't dream of it, my love," she rasped.

"I'll help Rory," Amy supplied and grabbed hold of Rory's end of the cracker. The four pulled at once, and the cracker broke apart with a loud bang.

"There we are, there we are," the Doctor crowed and sank back into his seat. "Tell me there's a joke in there. Love those jokes."

Amy picked up the paper that fell from the cracker. "Extract from Thoughts on a Clock by Eric Ritchie Jr. And now it's time for one last bow, like all your other selves. Eleven's hour is over now. The clock is striking twelve's."

The Doctor scowled. "I don't get it."

"I don't think you're meant to-" Rory started to say, but the building shook violently as another round of attacks landed nearby.

"Daleks," the Doctor spat. "Been demanding me for days now. Told everyone I had a plan."

"Do you?" Amy asked.

"Course not, but they love it when I say that." The Doctor got to his feet and began inching toward the door.

"Your idea of a plan usually involves talking until something happens then take the credit for it," Rory pointed out.

"Rory the Roman!" The Doctor grinned at him, tapped him with the cane, then his face grew sober once more. "Not this time though. This is it. Oh, I know those faces," he added when Amy and Rory's faces fell. "I'm old, but not senile. I remember Lake Silencio. River told you, I suppose."

"She's a good girl," Amy defended her.

The Doctor snorted. River rolled her eyes. As he made his way to the door again, River made sure her blaster was secured and followed. She backed up a couple paces as he swung around.

"Don't even try to tell me to stay," she cut in as he opened his mouth to protest. "You're not facing the Daleks alone."

"You have to keep your parents safe." Ignoring Amy and Rory, he cupped his wife's cheek. "River, don't you know why I sent you back? I'm keeping you all safe. I'm not going to let the Daleks take you, any of you, from me. Allow me that. One last victory, my bespoke psychopath." He lightly kissed her. "Thank you, dear." He wiped away the tear that spilled down her cheek, then turned to Amy and Rory, embracing them tightly. "The Girl Who Waited and the Lone Centurion. Take care of each other and your daughter."

He made his way to the stairs once more, shaking his head as he slowly climbed them. "The trouble with Daleks is, they take so long to say anything. Probably die of boredom before they shoot me."

"I'm going with him, as far as he'll let me," Rory told, then followed the Doctor up the stairs.

Amy and River stood next to each other as seconds crawled by. As the Doctor and Rory's footsteps faded, their eyes met, and together they faced the crack in the wall.

"Are you pondering what I'm pondering, Pinky?" River quipped, dredging up a cartoon they had watched a long time ago when they were young.

"Oh, I suppose so, but where are we going to get a mallet big enough to pound some sense into those blockhead Time Lord brains?"

"Hopefully, we won't need that." River moved in front of the crack and dropped to her knees. "All right. If he won't talk to you, I will. Are you in there, Romanadvoratrelundar? Can you hear me?"

"Who's that?" Amy whispered, dropping to her knees as well.

"A very old friend of the Doctor. She used to travel with him in the years before she became Lady President of Gallifrey but was forced to flee into an alternate universe," River explained. "He retrieved her from that universe during the Time War so she could assist him with the war effort. Romana!" She spoke again to the crack. "My name is River Song, and this is Amy Pond. We're the Doctor's family in your home universe. If you can hear me, if any of you can hear me, he needs your help. I know you've been asking for his name. But if he speaks it, or if I speak it, the universe will be plunged back into the Time War. Please, Romana, the Doctor is dying. I know the Time Lords can grant more regenerations. If any of you want to come home again, you need him to stay alive. Please. Help him. All of you owe your lives to him. Help him live so he can bring you home."

Nothing happened.

River let out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Amy wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "You tried," she said soothingly. "It's not your fault the Time Lords are a bunch of stubborn idiots!" Amy directed the last shout at the crack. "Don't they even know how much he's suffered in the centuries since the Time War?"

"I'm not even sure they could hear me to begin with." River slowly got to her feet, Amy along with her. She started to turn away from the crack when she heard it. A female voice, faint and lyrical, using the language only she and the Doctor knew. She froze.

"River?"

"Romana." River trailed her fingertips along the crack. "She heard me."

"Ha!" Amy pumped her fist. "What's she saying?"

"She wants me to prove that we're the Doctor's family."

"But, how?"

River frowned. Then, she began to speak in Gallifreyan to the crack. She spoke softly and rapidly, barely flinching when she stumbled slightly on some of the conjugations. That, she blamed on her teacher. She talked about Demon's Run, about the Silence, about how she came to exist. She explained the broken time where she and the Doctor married, about how he came to meet her parents. She reached in every corner of her mind she could for proof of her ties to the Doctor, and when she was done, she noticed the shadows crawling along the floor.

"How long have I been talking?" she asked Amy.

"Fifteen minutes maybe? Twenty?" Amy hugged herself. "It's like you were singing."

"Hang on." River held up a hand. Then, she smiled and spoke a single sentence in Gallifreyan, then took a deep breath.

"So, what were you saying?" Amy asked.

"I was telling her about us. The four of us."

"And that last thing?"

River grinned. "She asked me how many looks she tried before settling on one in her second incarnation. If I'm really the Doctor's wife, if I really did all that research into his past, then I would know."

Amy arched an eyebrow. "And, how many was that?"

"Technically five, though the first and last were the same. She assumed the form of Princess Astra of Atrios. She –" River cut off as a groaning came from the crack. A puff of white smoke spurted from the crack, then it slowly closed.

River backed away slowly from the crack, bumping into her mother. "Did they do it?" Amy whispered.

"I don't know." River raced upstairs, Amy at her heels. They ran out the door just as white light shot from the top of the clock tower. River automatically pulled out her gun, sending a ray of fire at a Dalek who was ignoring the light show to try to pick off unsuspecting villagers.

"We need to get everyone inside!" River shouted to Rory, who was checking the injured. "Hurry!"

"What's happening?" Rory yelled as Amy started to order everyone to go in the clock tower.

River shielded her eyes, squinted to see through the light. She pulled herself up as she saw the burst of regeneration energy shoot toward the sky, incinerating the Dalek ship.

"The Time Lords did it," she breathed. "He's regenerating. Number 13. This entire area's going to explode."

Regeneration No. 13. He couldn't believe it. It was the breaking of some serious science. He was dying. He was finally prepared to die. But now, he was going to live.

He felt his bones shift, his energy replenish. His body was healing itself, taking the age down just before it shifted to his new body. Not yet, he told himself, willed the power to subside. He felt the humming beneath his skin and knew this time it was different. Those extra regenerations. He wondered how it happened. Who made it happen. His money was on either River or Amy, and he'd have time soon enough to ask them both.

But for now …

The Doctor leaned over the crumbling ledge of the tower, restored vision scanning through the survivors until he picked out the one he wanted. His hands glowed once more as he formed energy into a ball in his hands. Oh, Romana could do it so much better than he. It was how she was able to cycle among so many looks in such a short amount of time. Still … ah, yes. He had it. With a whoosh of breath, he blew the focused regeneration energy into the courtyard.

"Hurry, hurry!" Amy yelled as Rory helped an elderly couple into the clock tower. She ushered the last of the stragglers inside and started to close the door. "River!" she screamed.

Lowering her hand from where she shielded her eyes, River pivoted. Her knees creaked, and she inwardly cursed. She took two steps and stumbled over a piece of debris. Her gun spurted out of her hands as she landed on her hands and knees. Stupid, stupid, she scolded herself. She wasn't as young as she once was. Too much time on Trenzalore.

"River!" Amy gasped.

"Close the doors, Amy!" River yelled over her shoulder as she stood.

A golden cloud wafted from the top of the crumbling tower, and River stared at it, fascinated. She knew she had to move, had to join the others. Or at least get back to the TARDIS, move it to where the Doctor was. But, her feet remained frozen to the spot, and as she inhaled, the cloud of energy picked up speed and flowed into her.

"What was that?" Amy rushed down the stairs as River began to glow.

"Stay back!" River held up her hands to ward off Amy, then her eyes grew wide as the liver spots on the backs of her hands disappeared. Her skin firmed, her energy returned. "Oh, that man," she breathed as her wounds healed. "You sentimental idiot! You shouldn't be wasting those on me!"

"Wasting what?" Amy asked, but River was already halfway to the TARDIS before she caught up.

River yanked open the door and came face to face with the Doctor, newly restored to his youth with a bowl of fish fingers and custard nestled in the crook of one arm.

"Hi, honey, you're home!" The Doctor cheerfully told her.

With a snarl, River started to slap him, but he caught her wrist in his hand. "Now, now, Dr. Song, is that how you greet your husband in front of your mother?"

"You take them back," River ordered, nudging the Doctor into the room until his back hit the console. He hastily nestled the bowl between the controls. "You take them back right now; they weren't ever meant for me."

"No takesies backsies." The Doctor bopped River's nose. "My regenerations, my decision. Now, we're even again."

"What did he do?" Amy followed them into the TARDIS. "You're back to normal!"

"Not for long," the Doctor said over River's shoulder. "I'm still changing. Becoming a new man. Thanks to one or the both of you, Trenzalore isn't my final destination after all. Or, at least right now."

"But, you still didn't explain what you did to my daughter."

"Only returned what she gave me in Berlin a long time ago." He ran his thumb over the double pulse in River's wrist. "Not all of them, but once we work out a way to get Gallifrey out of the pocket universe, we'll sort out the rest. Regenerations, Pond. At least five of them. I kept seven, seeing that I'm in the process of using one at the moment. That'll leave me with six and her with five, but that'll be long enough, eh? As long as you don't keep flinging yourself off buildings, River Song, I'll get you the other five I owe you."

Before she could answer, he tugged her in and kissed her. Her first instinct was to push him away, because she really was still mad at him. Then her mind went still, and the possible timelines stretched before her. All of them led to an unknown future, all held the same thing – that this was the very last time this version of the Doctor would ever kiss her. She would see younger him again. His older self would see a younger her, maybe older as well. But this was the very last time for this him, the him that stood upon a pyramid in a broken time and married her.

Resistance gone, River threw her arms around his neck and returned the kiss, deepened it as his hands found her hips and drew her flush with his body. She didn't care that her mother was watching. Had she the time, she would strip him bare, lay him over the console and do unspeakable things with him. But time was running out, and she knew what it was costing him to hang on long enough to tell them good-bye.

They ended the kiss at the same time, and she managed a tremulous smile as he swept his thumbs over the apple of her cheeks. "My bespoke psychopath," he said fondly.

"Amy!" Rory ran into the TARDIS as the Doctor reluctantly let his hands drop from River and gripped the console. "You're OK! I thought you said he was becoming a different person?"

"Oh, but I am. It's started I can't stop it now. This is just the reset before the new regeneration cycle kicks in." The Doctor slowly moved around the console, circling it until he could face them. River sucked in a breath. She could see the change now, just hovering beneath the surface. "Still, it just disappears, doesn't it? Everything you gone in a moment like breath on a mirror." He gestured with the finesse of a conductor. "Any moment now. He's a-coming."

"Who's coming?" Amy asked warily.

"The Doctor," River automatically answered, and he inclined his head to her, pleased.

"But he is the Doctor," Rory pointed out.

"Yep," the Doctor drawled. "And I always will be. We all change. When you think about it, we're all different people all through our lives. And that's okay, that's good. You've got to keep moving, so long as you remember all the people that you used to be. I will not forget one line of this." He pointed to Amy, then to Rory, then to River. "Not one day. I swear. I will always remember when the Doctor was me." A wan smile crossed his face, eyes warm and kind.

Amy slowly moved across the console room, stepping in front of the Doctor. His smile grew wider. "Amelia Pond. The first face this face ever saw."

Hand trembling, Amy cupped his cheek. "Raggedy Man." She kissed his cheek and felt tears splash against it. "Good night," she whispered and backed away into Rory's waiting arms. He hugged her tightly and nodded to the Doctor.

He nodded to Rory and leaned against the console, exhaustion in every movement. There was no turning back. He'd held off long enough. Any more, and he would risk damaging the TARDIS the same way his tenth self had.

Amy openly wept now, and the last time he remembered her in tears was on the shores of Lake Silencio. No. When her daughter was taken from her. He looked around the console room and … ah, there she was. His River. Still standing on the other side of the console where he'd kissed her. Her stance was rigid, eyes blank. Oh, but he knew her. He knew his wife. She was being strong, because she would carry them all through it.

Slowly, he tugged his bow tie loose and held it out to her. Moving woodenly, River took the few steps to his side and held out her hand. He let it drop into her palm, carefully folded her fingers over it before lifting her hand to his lips and kissing it. She squeezed her eyes shut, just briefly, and when they opened again, tears shone in them.

Golden light sparkled around their joined hands, and she quickly withdrew, backing up until she was between her parents. They closed ranks around her, Amy on her right and Rory on her left. That was good. His Ponds. They would be fine. He smiled at them.

They were the last thing he ever saw.

The regeneration was abnormally short, but looking back at it much later, River realized the Doctor had staved off the final good-bye as long as possible. Not just to provide closure to her and her parents, but to minimize the damage to the TARDIS. His tenth self's vanity issues had caused an immense amount of destruction during his regeneration, he'd once told her.

This Doctor was much older, with silver hair, a handsome, cragged face and keen, sharp, slightly bulging eyes. He overcompensated on the eyebrows, which amused her. He gasped in his first breath of air, and on either side of her, Amy and Rory gasped as well. The knot of dread in River's stomach loosened, and she nearly laughed in relief. She knew this face.

The Doctor slowly approached them, pushed his face into Amy's face, then Rory's, then her own. With a groan of pain, he stumbled and clutched his side before regaining his stance. "Kidneys! I've got new kidneys!"

Amy and Rory exchanged nervous glances.

The Doctor shook his head. "I don't like the color!"

"You don't like the color of your kidneys?" Rory asked hesitantly.

The TARDIS pitched wildly, strange shrieking noises coming from the console as everyone grabbed hold of the nearest solid surface. River landed against one of the railings and pushed off, rushing to the console as the Doctor circled to the other side and jabbed a couple switches. Alarm bells sounded in her mind as he pressed buttons at random.

"We're probably crashing!" The Doctor worked his way around the console to her.

"Into what?" Amy yelped.

"Stay calm! Just one question." He grabbed River's arm as she struggled to bring the TARDIS under control. Her eyes met his. "Do you happen to know how to fly this thing?"

Epilogue

Someone had the latest Eastenders Christmas special on. Rubbish bins were filled with leftover present wrappings and the scraps from Christmas feasts. Children played with their new bikes and toys in the dusk. Amy stood at the park entrance, mind still reeling from the past few hours.

"I can't believe it's still Christmas," she said as Rory joined her. "It feels like it's been a year."

He took her hand. "Are you OK?"

"How can I be OK? It's all so strange. He's been my Raggedy Doctor for 20 years, and now he's just gone."

"Not gone. New face. Kind of like plastic surgery. OK, not helpful," Rory said when Amy arched an eyebrow. "Hey, it's like Mels. Mels when she became River. You said you met past versions of him, right? Not so different from that."

"But, I was still with him at the time! I'm never going to see my Raggedy Man again." Amy squeezed her eyes closed as Rory pulled her into his arms once more. He patted the back of her head as the TARDIS door opened and River stepped out. Her face was tired, her eyes sad, and even her hair seemed limp. Amy wasn't the only one grieving, he thought as River walked to them. His daughter had seen her husband die, and though she was better equipped than all of them to deal with the change, Rory knew it still took an emotional toll.

"He's exploring the one of the kitchens, looking for something to eat. He has this strange fixation on turkey."

"Oh God, the turkey!" Amy pulled away from Rory. "It's still roasting under the console in the TARDIS."

"Well, that explains it," River murmured, shaking her head.

"Are you all right?" Rory nodded at River's hand, and she opened her still-curled fist. The Doctor's bow tie unfolded, gently waved in the wind. She'd clutched it the entire time she'd fought with the TARDIS to get it back under control, when she managed to bring them all back to London in one piece and only a couple hours after they'd left.

"It's still a bit of a shock. He's still the same man. Really," she said, directing her statement at Amy. "I've seen him before, in my past. I knew it was coming, and I thought I'd prepared myself. I guess I hadn't as well as I thought. But, it's going to be all right, Amy. I promise. He looks different, but he's still the Doctor."

"Of course I'm still the Doctor." River jolted, concerned she hadn't heard him come out the door. He stalked across the park to them, turkey leg in hand. He, apparently, had remembered the turkey beneath the console. "You're my Ponds, and you're my wife," he concluded. "And I don't like the shape of my earlobes either. Now, chin up, Pond. We'll still have adventures."

"Now with 100% more eyebrows." River blurted the cheeky observation before she realized it and was rewarded with those bushy eyebrows being arched at her.

"You've got a sassy mouth," the Doctor informed her.

"And, you've got a Scottish one," she replied. "A bit salty as well."

The Doctor moved into River's personal space, face just a hair's breath from hers. "I blame you Ponds for being a bad influence."

"Well, you're looking in the wrong place if you want a good influence, my love."

"See?" Rory said to Amy. "They're still flirting. If that's not a good sign, I don't know what is."

"This turkey's dry." Eyes still locked on River's, the Doctor pitched the turkey leg into the bushes. "What else is there to eat?"

"We still have the rest of Christmas dinner," Amy said. She waved at the house. "Want to join us?"

"Very well, as long as there's no real potatoes. Hate those things. Got any of those boxed spuds?" The Doctor gave his wife one last smoldering look and started across the street. "Come on, then. Don't just stand there with your mouths gaping like fish. Let's eat!"