The Bird, The Angels and Time

Sally Sparrow sat on the New York tour bus, staring out at the large American city. The tour guide was speaking, she was a short woman, strangely of British origins (judging by the accent) but Sally wasn't listening, she had just seen something had made her blood run cold. Angel was sat on the roof of one of the buildings in Time Square. When she had blinked... It disappeared. Sally tried to tell herself she had been imagining things, that the chances of seeing the Weeping Angels was minimal, but then again... What were the chances of the Doctor getting out of a cab just outside her and Larry's DVD store?

The tour bus pulled to a stop and a wave of passengers moved off the vehicle. All looking excited and intrigued by the city, all except Sally Sparrow. Sally was watching the rooftops as she quickly made her way through the streets. She ducked into a side alley, pulling out her compact and using the mirror to watch behind her. As her eyes watched the mirror, she tripped over a cat who had run out from under a garbage bin. "AH!" She fell, face forwards. "Wow... You alright miss?" A man asked, catching her before she hit the ground. "I didn't see you, I'm terribly sorry, did I knock you?" He asked holding her. "Wha-what?" She asked, looking up and looking into the face of the man who had caught her, there was something oddly familiar about his face.

"I said, are you alright?" The man repeated. "I..." She looked around, she wasn't where she was when she fell, it was the same alley, but it was different, there was a different smell in the air, the garbage bin was gone, she looked back and saw the cars on the street... They looked as if they were in the 1950s. "Oh, I'm in a lot of trouble." She said and the man looked worried for her. "Trouble?" He asked "Hang on, that accent, it's English right? What brings you to New York?" And then it hit her. The man's voice. His face. She was talking to Frank Sinatra! "Oh good lord!" She said, her eyes wide. Quickly she reached into her pocket. "No, no, no..." She was saying over and over again. "Do you need help miss? What's your name?" Frank Sinatra asked. "I'm Frank..." He tried, but she wasn't listening. She whipped out her cellphone and tried to call someone, anyone. Frank Sinatra's face fell on the cellphone and his eyes widened. "Wait, are you a time traveler?" He asked, which made Sally freeze in her panic.

Did Frank Sinatra just seriously ask her that? This was a strange day. "Um..." She stared. "That's a cellphone right?" She stared dumbfounded at this, how the hell did he know that? "Look." He said pulling another cellphone from his own pocket. "It was a present from a friend." He explained, Sally narrowed her eyes, it couldn't have been... Could it? "The Doctor?" She asked and he snapped his fingers and pointed at her. "Yeah! You one of his new dames?" Sinatra asked. "One of his what... Never mind. If the Doctor gave you this phone? Can you call him?" Sinatra nodded. "Of course, why? Did you get separated." Sally nodded. "Yeah, yeah sure. Please, please call him!" Sally couldn't believe her luck, what were the odds of getting sent back in time by a Weeping Angel only to immediately bump into someone else (who happened to be Frank Sinatra) who knew the Doctor! AND had a way of contacting him!

Moments later Sinatra was on the phone, talking to The Doctor. "Yeah, yeah, she knows you, seems she's stuck in my time." Sinatra was saying. "Name? Uh. Girl, what's your name?" He asked. "Sally! Sally Sparrow!" Sinatra nodded and turned back to the phone. "Sally Sparrow." He said into the phone, after a moment he hung up and turned to Sally. "He said he'll be here in a min---" He was cut off as the alley was filled with the loud moaning and groaning of the TARDIS engines.

Sally smiled at the TARDIS and ran towards the doors, then stopped as they opened and an unfamiliar man strode out. "Sally. Frankie!" He said greeting them each in turn. "Doc, see you've got yourself a new face." The Doctor nodded. "Yup." He said then pointed at Sally. "Thanks for letting me know she was here. See ya' Frank!" Sally was confused as her hand was grabbed and she was pulled into the TARDIS. "Wait!" She finally managed to say as the doors were shut behind her. "You've changed... This place's changed!" She said peering around the room, marveling at how different everything was to last time she was here. "How?"

Three hours, seven black boards and six cups of tea later, The Doctor had fully explained the concepts of trans/interdimensional engineering, space-time configurations, Time Lord regeneration and why English cooking is so terrible. "Any questions?" He asked. "Yeah. What the hell did you just say?" The Doctor looked hurt and confused. "What? I've just walked you through how all of this works, through the entire process of... of well all of it!" He said annoyed she hadn't been listening. "No, what you just did, was say the word 'physics' for two and a half hours, then lectured me on cooking." The Doctor froze, and awkwardly peered around the room. "Oh..." He said, realizing that the concepts he had just attempted to explain to a human of the 21st century may not have been able to be translated by the TARDIS matrix. "... Oh I bet I left a lot of kids confused at that school..." He reminisced.

Sally giggled and shook her head. "You're a strange one, did you know?" She asked. The Doctor nodded and smirked back. "Yes, thank you." He straightened his bow-tie. "Thank you for saving me. How can I repay you?" She said, standing from her chair and moving over to The Doctor. "No need, it was my pleasure." He said. "No... I mean it... I want to repay my hero..."