He blinked, for the first time, his eyes watering. As his brand new eyes came into focus, they were met by things falling around him and flying sparks. Was that the ground shifting, or only his new unsteady legs?

He recognized the round shapes all around him. TARDIS. This was the TARDIS.

The room seemed to rock back and forth, suddenly. As he stumbled, the controls seemed to reach out to him, breaking his fall. There was a soft humming in the back of his mind that was somewhat familiar and comforting, but also seemed strained.

He gasped as his new ears became aware of the chiming bells coming from deep within his ship. That was bad. He knew that, but he couldn't remember why. In fact, he could hardly remember anything.

He knew that couldn't be right. At the academy, they always told him he would remember everyth-

His mind went blank suddenly. He shook his head. He must remember someth-

No, this couldn't be right. It was as if he had some sort of mental interference. Like white noise in his head that kept interrupting his thoughts.

He took a moment to admire the comparison.

His ship shuttered again. He nearly fell to the floor, his new limbs awkward and stiff.

His eyes rested on a big red button labeled, with a sticky note, "Emergency Landing". He smiled slightly at his own foresight and pressed it.

Amelia was new to England. She had seen and heard many unusual and foreign things since she moved here, but this was by far the strangest.

The strangled groaning sound seemed to phase in and out of existence. It was almost magical sounding, so strange, but also inviting. Yet it seemed strained, as if under pressure or in pain if a sound could be in pain.

She gently brushed her curtain aside. Outside, in her front yard, stood a large blue box. It had words on it, though through the thick smoke billowing out of the box she couldn't make them out.

Amelia's heart pounded with excitement. What could this be? A sense of adventure filled her heart. Quickly, she grasped her large flashlight and headed downstairs.

Once outside, she became somewhat less enthusiastic. What if it was dangerous? What if it was a bomb? Or Aliens?

She brushed that idea away quickly. It was ridiculous. Besides, as she could now see, the words on the side were English. Why would an alien use English? And it said Police.

She took a startled step back as the door swung inward. Out of the smoke stumbled a man, average height. His clothes were dirty and torn and he held an old handkerchief over his face. As soon as he got clear of the smoke, he removed it and sighed. Looking around, he seated himself on one of the garden rocks.

"Great jumping Gobstoppers. Only been here a few hours and I've already made a mess of it." He grumbled to himself. "The ship's a mess and I have no idea where I am. A fine way to start a new life." The man mopped his forehead with the handkerchief and then put it back in his pocket.

"Mister..."

The man nearly jumped out of his skin when Amelia spoke. He turned quickly but smiled when he saw her.

"Well, well, well! Hello there!" he said, grinning. He clapped his hands together. "I do hope you'll forgive my appearance. You see, I've just gone through a rather harrowing experience."

At harrowing, he frowned. "I wish I could remember what happened." The smile returned. "Ah well. Just a bit of post renewal amnesia. I'm sure it will all come back with t-..."

He suddenly broke off, clutching his side as if in pain. His face twisted for a moment, and he stumbled to his knees.

"Are you alright, mister?" Amelia asked, concern on her face.

"I... I believe so. Just a little trama from the renewal. It's a difficult thing, you know. Becoming a new man and all. Still cooking on the inside, I think." He gasped as if he was short of breath.

"Are you a policeman?"

The man looked at her, suddenly confused. "A policeman? No, of course not. Whatever gave you that idea?"

"Y-your box. It says police on the side."

"Yes. I never did get to fixing that chameleon circuit."

"Did you come about the crack in my wall?"

"A crack?" This seemed to pique his interest. "What crack?"

"Come on. I'll show you."

The man, who she now knew called himself 'The Doctor', stood back, examining the crack. He held in his hand a small black book with strange circle symbols on the cover. He hadn't said a word, only thumbing through his book, and frowning.

When he finally did speak, it caused Amelia to jump.

"Well!" he said, suddenly. "There are no two ways about it... It seems some one or something has been meddling in the space time continuum. It's a wonder They haven't caught on yet..." he rested a hand on his chin.

"What do you mean?" Amelia asked.

"I mean that this crack isn't an ordinary crack. It's very special, and... It could be very dangerous..." The Doctor frowned.

"Dangerous?"

"Oh, yes. A rift in the space time continuum could lead to all sorts of..." Doctor seemed to suddenly realize who he was talking to. "... Well... don't worry, my dear. I'll just close it up again, shan't I?"

Amelia nodded.

"Now, let's see..." The Doctor began searching through the pockets of his ragged clothing. He pulled out a small object that resembled a penlight. An odd look came over his face. "A Sonic screwdriver? I don't remember... I wonder where I got this...?"

"What's a Sonic screwdriver?" Amelia asked.

"It's a highly scientific device that uses sound waves to do... well, a lot of things that I don't really have time to explain. What's important is that I can use it to close the crack if I can find the right frequency..." he carefully laid his ear against the crack.

His face changed. "Oh dear."

"Do you hear the voices?" Amelia asked, anxiously.

"Yes..." the Doctor frowned as if listening. "But what are they saying? I can't quite make it out..."

He pressed his ear closer. "Pri... prisoner... is that Nero, or Zero? E... escaped? Prisoner... Zero... has... escaped..."

"I heard that too. What does it mean?"

The Doctor stayed quiet a moment. "I suppose it means that this crack leads to a prison and someone, presumably Prisoner Zero, has escaped. Which can't bode well for us..." he added, quietly, resting a hand on his chin.

"What do we do?"

"I'll start tuning this sonic screwdriver to the correct frequency. It should take some time though. Why don't you go make some sandwiches while I work on this?" He smiled warmly. "Sometimes a sandwich can make all the difference."

Amelia couldn't help smiling back before she went downstairs to get started.

AN: I hope you've enjoyed this so far. this is a rewrite of my previous story called "The second hour". I recently reread the other one and I wasn't satisfied with it, so here it is again, new and improved.

I'm planning on doing a whole series in this one that will answer questions like "Why did theDoctor regenerate?" and "What ever happened to Ben and Polly?". I intend to write a whole story arch.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it so far. any feed back is very welcome!

The Pygarian