The TARDIS door swung open, revealing the gloomy London day. Elsa walked out and gasped. It was gorgeous. The scenery. The clothes. The people. Everything was captivating. "Quite the sight, isn't it?" The Doctor smiled, leaning on the door frame. "It's beautiful. So beautiful." she covered her eyes and peeked from between her fingers "Pinch me, I must be dreaming." she yelped suddenly as a sharp pain shot through her arm "You said to pinch you." Mikey teased. "I should hurt you. You little..." she crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow menacingly "Sorry. I won't do it again." "I'll trust you on that." Elsa walked away towards Big Ben, staring up at the Tower of London. "The Tower Of London. Studied that in school. Very bloody history." "So did I. Isn't history amazing?" The Doctor walked behind, listening to the chattering about history between the two. Humans, they amazed him beyond belief. Such small lifespans but so interested in knowledge. Absolutely incredible.