Amy runs into someone unexpected in 1970's Paris...
“Oh, pardon me, young lady.” The tall man grabbed her shoulders and set her aside, then tipped his hat at her and ran on.
Amy turned and stared after him as he clattered up the steps to the Louvre and fell into conversation with a couple of policemen there before going inside.
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Amy pushed in through the Tardis doors, her arms full of groceries. “I got dinner!” she yelled out.
The Doctor and Rory’s heads poked up from underneath the console and underneath the floor, eyes avid.
They put down their tools and converged on the
I am so fucking sick of stuck up bitches! So fucking so of fake people! just so fucking sick of this town! people need to get over themselves, they really do