The 13th Doctor, like all of her other selfs is a woman, and she still isn't used to it. When Yasmin asked her about her family she thinks about you. Y/N.
You are human, not Timelord nor Timelady like your daughter's mother is, Jenny, who came to Ea...
You looked at your phone and saw the name 'Donald J. Trump' on it.
You: Shit......
You put the video chat on the TV and saw the face of the second worst President in American history alongside Nixon.
Trump: Aw, (Y/N), my favorite inventor. Do you have anything new you want to show the higher ups in the Military today? And for the Wall on the border?
You: This whole year is my time off, Mr. President. No I don't at least not for a while and will you please get rid of my number..... It's really hard to explain to my family why I have the President on speed dial.... And I don't approve of that wall, besides you always throw a baby fit.
Before he could respond you cut off the call and got a notification on the TV from Jenny.
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You smile and go to look for them in the garden area.
-The Next Day-
The Tardis materialises in an alley and the Doctor pokes her head out.
Doctor: Nearly.
-TARDIS-
Yasmin: Sheffield?
Doctor: Almost. Really close.
Graham: So not Sheffield, then?
Doctor: You're doing this deliberately, aren't you?
Yasmin: Who are you talking to?
Ryan: If it's me, I haven't touched anything.
You: She's talking to the-
Doctor: I'm talking to the TARDIS, because this is our ninth attempt. Sorry, (Y/N).
You: None taken.
Graham: Fourteenth. You can't control this thing, can you?
Doctor: Excuse me. Yes, I can. Most of the time. Just sometimes, like now, it has a mind of its own.
Yasmin: So where are we, actually?
Doctor: Earth, United States. 1955, Montgomery, Alabama, if I'm reading this properly. New displays. Still figuring them out.
You: Not good.
Jenny: Could we meet Elvis Presley?
Graham: 1955? Elvis. Could we see Elvis?
Doctor: I think he's in New York this week. I could give him a call.
Graham: You haven't got Elvis's phone number.
Doctor: Don't ever tell anyone I lent him a mobile phone.
You/Jenny: Our lips are sealed.
An alarm sounds.
Doctor: Whoa, what's that? Traces of artron energy?
