It was nearly two in the morning as rain beat down on the hood of the car. Rory strained to see through the rain and the windshield wipers. "Could you go into the glove box for me and take out my glasses for me?" Rory asked.

Maria took a glasses case out of the glove compartment and opened it. She handed Rory his thick, square shaped glasses.

"I really should be wearing these more often." He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his pointed nose and sighed. "They make me looks so old."

"They suit you, I think." Maria smiled. "And you're not old if you haven't been born yet."

"That's true." Rory laughed. "Oh, but please don't mention that to anyone, ok?"

Maria shook her head yes. "I understand." She stared out the rainy window as she thought aloud. "It must be strange having been surrounded by ghosts for so long. Everyone you know now, most were dead when you were children."

"I try not to look at it through such a morbid lens, but you're not wrong. I guess I was desensitised to that sensation centuries ago. I've seen so much in my life. I lived over two thousand years by the time I hit thirty." Rory stopped himself from opening up further. "I'm sorry, I'm sure this is a lot to take in."

"It's fine." Maria turned to look at Rory. "Have you thought about meeting up with your ancestors of the past?"

"I have but I'm afraid it would be too painful." Rory replied.

Maria noticed the melancholy look on Rory's face. "I'm talking too many questions, yes?"

"There's no need to apologize" Rory half-smiled.

"May I ask one more?" Maria asked as they pulled up to her apartment building.

Rory gave her a look. "Maybe.." He braced himself.

Maria bit her lip, looking a little nervous. "How did you know when you were in love with Mrs. Williams?"

Rory was taken aback, he'd been expecting a question about space or time travel. "I've loved her since I was 8 years old. I don't know... I loved her stories and her strangeness and how brave she was. She wasn't afraid of anything and I was afraid of everything." Rory laughed. "We're two halves of one whole, I guess. I just couldn't envision a life without her by my side."

"I think you're a lot like Tony." Maria smiled.

"And you're not unlike Mrs. Williams." Rory replied. He walked Maria back up to her apartment.

Maria's mother screamed excitedly and hugged her daughter. "Pense que habias muerto!"

"I'm fine." Maria scoffed. "This is Dr. Williams."

"I'm so sorry for coming back so late Mrs...?" Rory looked to Maria for an answer.

"Rodriguez." Maria's mother replied as she took Rory's hand and shook it excitedly. She looked at Maria and whispered. "No me dijiste que era un doctor."

"Pardon?" Rory asked.

"She likes that you're a doctor." Maria rolled her eyes.

"Oh.." Rory chuckled. He really did wish they'd kept the Tardis' ability to translate things for them. He drove back home to find Amy had fallen asleep. The light was still on in Anthony's room. Rory knocked on the half open door. "Hey.." He whispered. "It's almost 3."

"Right." Tony closed his notebook. "I'll go to bed in a minute."

Weeks passed since the Cyberman attacks and everyone had forgotten about it or reverted back to the story of it simply being a terrible fire. Even many eyewitnesses recanted their original robot army stories. People were either too afraid to believe the truth or too afraid to be labeled some UFO nutter. Tony's first week of high school kept him busy with schoolwork. He was in the middle of his studies in the library when Maria stomped a book onto the table.

"I'm kind of in the middle of something, Maria." Tony sighed.

Maria didn't seem to care. She sat down beside him and opened her book. "I couldn't find anything about UNIT. Probably they haven't been invented yet. But I found this." She points to an article in her strange book.

"Torchwood Institute?" Tony skimmed through a couple of pages. "Says there's supposedly an office in London one in Cardiff."

"You should ask your parents about it." Maria smiled excitedly.

"I don't know if they want me to. My dad especially." Tony replied. "He doesn't like how mom's been acting. She's been secretly looking for sightings of their old friend, The Doctor. I heard them talking. Well, it was more like fighting."

"The Doctor, The Doctor..." Maria went into her backpack and pulled out more books. She reached for one entitled, Myths and Legends of Stonehenge. "You know some people think Stonehenge was made by aliens? Well, I don't know about that. But according to this, some Roman soldiers saw a name known as The Doctor speaking with creatures that came down from the sky."

"Yeah, I think my dad was there." Tony went back to his homework.

"Come on! Don't you want to know more?" Maria replied.

"Not if it makes my parents fight." Tony raised his voice and got stares from others in the library.

"I'm sorry." Maria looked down.

"It's ok... I... shouldn't have gotten angry at you." Tony replied. "I do want to know stuff but I can't tell my parents about it."

"Hear." Maria gave Tony some books. "Just read these."

Anthony Williams read all the books behind his parent's backs. He understood why his father wanted to forget and his mother wanted to remember. There's two kinds of soldiers; those who are traumatized by their battles and those who become obsessed with the adrenaline of battle. Rory just wanted to rest but Amelia Williams was a woman of action. She felt the years creeping up on her and she feared her adventures were over.

The tension died down between Mr. and Mrs. Williams as the new year approached. Anthony had overheard his father saying the 1960's are a time of huge changes. He knew that whenever his parents became excited about an event; it meant something big for the future. His father had mentioned how terrible it was living before the eve of the second world war. The impending doom he knew would come was so difficult to keep to himself.

Anthony wasn't alive during the war but he had a feeling that the strange tension with which his parents watched John F. Kennedy's State of the Union speech was the same eerie foreboding feeling with which they watched the events of the war unfold.