Poppy Watcher was living her life. Her boring, dull life. Wishing and hoping The Doctor would show up with the TARDIS to whisk her away to see the universe again. But not yet, and so, the spare room of Amelia Pond's house seems to be where her life...
A/N: Merry Christmas/ Christmas eve! ( I'm publishing this late Christmas Eve so I dunno...)
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"Behold, Rio!" The Doctor exclaims as he opens the TARDIS doors.
"Nah," Amy says when she sees the graveyard and rather English looking setting.
"Not really getting the sunshine carnival vibe,"
"Yeah Rory's right. It's cold England I need a bloody coat," Poppy mutters, staying inside the TARDIS.
"No?" The Doctor jumps down onto the ground "Ooo, feel that, though. What's that?" he begins jumping on the spot "Ground feels strange. Just me?" he asks when Poppy raises an eyebrow "Wait. That's weird," he runs towards the graveyard
"What's weird?"
"I'm going to change!" Poppy walks back in the TARDIS
"We are not staying here!" Amy shouts back and Poppy laughs. He was already invested.
Having tried to be quick, track bottoms and two layers seemed like the quickest way. Meaning the only previous item Poppy was wearing is a black vest. She walks back into the console room where Rory is putting Amy's ring in the box.
"Let me guess, we're staying," Poppy teases
"Yep," Rory sighed and they walk out of the TARDIS where a woman and her son are standing.
"Well, that was quick," the woman comments
"Was it?" Rory turns to Poppy confused
"It's great that you came,"
"Bit retro. What is it, portable crime lab?" The boy asks as he touches the TARIDS
"Sort of," Poppy laughs
"Ambrose Northover," she shakes their hands "I was the one who called. I run the meals on wheels for the whole valley. This is my son, Elliot,
"Where's your uniforms?" he asks the two
"Don't be cheeky, Elliot," she scolds "They're in plain clothes. CID, is it? Anyway, it's over here," she starts leading them away.
"Err, okay,"
"Just go with it," Poppy whispers before following
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The two were led to an open grave
"It's a family plot, see. My aunt Gladys died six years ago. Her husband, Alun, died a few weeks back. He lived in the house two doors down. There's not many of us left up here now..." she starts explain
"Mum, they don't care about that. They want to know about the dead bodies,"
"Yeah, we do," Poppy has sudden interest
"Yes. Sorry. Well, they always wanted to be buried in the same plot, together. But when we went to bury Uncle Alun, Gladys wasn't there. Gone. Body, coffin, everything,"
