Amy raised a brow. Hendon? That was where her Mum was from. She would be...17 by the year 1983. The chances of running into her were unlikey tough, and she knew that. The teenager held onto the Doctor's hand as he opened the door. Amy squealed like a teenage girl faced with her favourite pop star when she saw what was outside.
As they stepped out of the TARDIS, Amy felt a bit out of place. The jeans she was wearing were made 30 years in the future. The people walking past her talked about things she had never heard of. It put into perspective how much she really knew. She turned to the Doctor and grinned uncontrollably.
"I can't believe this is happening!"