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"Come on! So much to show you!" the Doctor says, walk-skipping with glee as he leads Jenny to where he's parked the TARDIS- an old alleyway behind a coffee shop.

Jenny simply smiles. "This regenerations' tad more energetic then, eh Dad?"

"Which begs the question- how did you find out about regeneration? Besides the obvious, of course." he asks, stopping to fish for the TARDIS key somewhere in his pockets.

"Did my research," Jenny replies, leaning on the bright blue exterior of the TARDIS. "Read up on Time Lords. Since I am one apparently. Well, not exactly… You were right about that."

"I was a bit harsh about that…"

"Not a problem. I get it now. At least, I think I do. It's weird," Jenny says, looking down at her hands. I get these sort of…echoes of memories but I don't always remember them perfectly."

The Doctor studies her with slight concern.

"I suppose it's nothing though," she says, returning her gaze to the Doctor. "So! You going to show me the famous TARDIS or not?"

Flashing her another grin, the Doctor decides to use the more unconventional way of opening the TARDIS. With a snap of his fingers, he proclaims, "Welcome aboard, Jenny!"

"So what sort of trouble do you think he's managed to tangle himself up in this time?" Rory asks his wife as they slowly walk towards the blue box that they've called their home for some time now. Home, that is, when they weren't chasing down vampires in Venice, assisting a ship haunted by a holographic siren-nurse, or outrunning ox-like monsters.

"Come on, Rory. If he'd managed that we would have heard it by now. Or seen it. Occasionally smelled it."

"True," he says, giving her a kiss on the forehead in the twilight. "I suppose the quiet was nice while it lasted. You got the key?"

"Right here!" Amy says as she takes her own TARDIS key out of her skirt pocket. She inserts the key into the lock, but she pauses. "Wait- do you hear that?" she asks Rory, pressing her ear to the TARDIS' door. "Two voices. I wonder who…"

"Ah! Amelia Pond, there you are!" The Doctor says as she opens the door and they step in. "Wondered if you and Rory had decided to take another tour of the gardens. Fascinating, weren't they? Living metal! Who would have thought of it!"

"Who are you?" Amy asks, seeing Jenny sitting in one of the cushy chairs near the console.

"Amy, Rory," the Doctor says, bounding down the stairs to join them and place an arm around each of their shoulders. "I'd like you to meet my daughter- Jenny!"

"Hello!" Jenny says, waving at them.

Amy's face becomes emotionless, some color draining from it in slight shock.

"Oh, my God," she whispers. "I'm a grandmother."

"What?" the Doctor says, giving her a confused look. "Oh! No, no, no, no! Not like that! No! She- Well, it's slightly complicated."

"More complicated than River?" Rory asks, eyeing the Doctor incredulously.

"Ah- good point. No, not that complicated…"

A/N: Because what other reaction would Amy have?