Prologue- New York, 1945

The rain hammered down. Such a violent expression to describe a natural occurrence. Rain. She had tried to use it as an advantage before, but her plans were thwarted, yet again...
A man and his wife were running, two little children were tottering with them, leisurely giggling as they all tried to escape the heavy downpour. Carefully, she zoomed in with her binoculars and watched. The image focused on the woman's face. Oh how the woman laughed, so carefree, so unaware that she was being... Watched. In actual fact, she had been watched for a long time now, over the past five years. Oh how time flew. Every night the woman would come and watch this "wife" and her husband walking around the street. Sometimes late at night, sometimes early in the morning when the husband would rush out of his house frantically biting down on a piece of toast, but being the idiot he was, he'd bite his tongue and howl in pain. The woman was waiting for the right time to strike, like a hungry cobra sizing up its prey. Soon enough, she thought as she smothered her v-shaped lips with a thick coat of red lipstick, soon enough. She was expecting them to have a visitor, one they wouldn't expect. Even the visitor themselves wouldn't have seen it coming any day. Oh how the woman couldn't wait. She bit back an excited squeal and settled back into her chair.

Bringing her binoculars down from her face, she grinned wickedly, watching the small family enter their home and shut the door slowly.
"Soon," the woman sighed.

Chapter 1

"Oh stop your fussing, she won't choke! He's a five year old boy, he's perfectly fine with feeding his little sister!" the fiesty red-head, known as Amelia (Amy) Pond exclaimed from her in-house office. She was currently writing the finishing chapter on her adventure book, Summer Falls.

"Well we have to be careful, don't we? It's always been us feeding Melanie!" her husband hysterically replied, albeit quieter than his wife.

"That's because you've been scarily overly concerned about our daughter's safety inside our own home." Amelia Pond-Williams shot back.

Rory Williams threw up his hands in exasperation, "Well sorry,if I have to be extra careful ever since I witnessed Mark teaching Melanie how to jam a thin metal screwdriver into a plug socket."

He walked through Amy's office as he said this, "And lots of bad things happen in the home, Amy."

Rory was getting ready for a night shift at work. It was years since him and Amy had woken up, in strange surroundings, (none other than late 1930s New York), after being taken by the Weeping Angels. They had been without a home, or any sense of location. Most importantly, though, they were without The Doctor.

The year was currently 1945, the long-awaited end of the Second World War had come, and the future was looking brighter already. Rory had found a job as a doctor (finally upgrading from a nurse, especially during the war) and had managed to buy a house with the money he was paid at his job. At first, living without The Doctor and having your whole life and future changed in the blink of an eye was a hard adjustment to make, but Rory happily pulled through, grateful that at least he and Amy ended up together; they would make it through together.
The pair had adopted a boy and girl, Mark and Melanie Williams, ever since giving up hope of finding Melody and they were fine with the knowledge that she would grow up to be a wonderful woman in the form of their two greatest friends, Mels and River. The former of the two came bouncing in, a bowl of thick macaroni and cheese sliding around precariously in his tiny, chubby clutch, the latter of the two toddled in hurriedly in tow and giggled as she almost fell over.

"Daddy! It's just macaroni-cheese! There's nothing wrong with macaroni-cheese!" Mark whinged in his high-pitched American accent.

Amy scolded softly, "Don't run with that Mark. You might spill it all over the place."

"I'll only let you feed Melanie if you promise to do it slowly," Rory chided.

"I promise, I promise, I promise!" Mark jumped around with limitless joy at such a small concept of spooning a toddler some dinner. But hey, kids were best known for their blind ecstasy and delight for the smallest things. So simple-minded, unlike the older generations.

Unfortunately, the food he was supposed to be feeding his infant sister spilled all over the floor from his delighted leaps into the air, choosing to form a messy puddle of pasta covered in gooey cheese, exactly where young Melanie ran the next second and fell over in a mixture of cheese sauce and frantic tears.

"Oh no!" Amy gasped at her child's misfortune, "Mark! Put that plate down now!"

"See!" sighed Rory, "Mishaps! In the home!"

As Amy walked her around the puddle to make her way to the kitchen, she couldn't help but consider that it wasn't such a good idea for a particularly clumsy 5 year old to shove semi solid substances down a toddlers throat with a rod of cold metal. As she grabbed the mop and bucket of water to clean up the mess in her office, she heard something. She heard a familiar sound.
'No, I can't be hearing it, I'm dreaming, this is all a dream, a weird dream.' Amy Pond said to herself over and over again.
She turned around and continued her errand when the sound got considerably louder. A noise that brought hope, joy to whoever got the privilege to know it. A noise from a box of the bluest blue, both ancient and new. A box which inhabited the best, funniest, oldest and wisest being in the universe. A time travelling alien who went by the name of The Doctor.
The mop stick dropped from her numb grip as her eyes widened in speechless shock.

"It's him", Amy whispered to herself. She sprinted back to the office, dodging the mound of pasta with new-found agility and speed.

The wheezing, the desperate groaning sound got louder still, and she didn't even need to open the curtains before she knew what she would see.

"Amy what is it?" Rory frowned, making his way to the open curtains beside his wife. "We need to stop the-"

And then he stopped. His brain acted before his mouth, as he stuttered for the words, "I-i-it's him!"
Outside a big blue, 1950s police box stood tall and the lights glowed across the street from Amy and Rory's home, illuminating the dark streets.
It was him... The Doctor was here and he had finally found them. A solitary tear rolled down Amelia Pond's cheek from pure joy.

"Raggedy man... Hello again."