"What was that?! Did I hit something? Or someone?! Oh I hope not." The 11th regeneration of the Time Lord known as the Doctor asked aloud in console room when a sudden jot stopped his trip to the Revolutionary War.

Whether the questions were to his lifelong space/time ship and friend, the T.A.R.D.I.S., or to himself, is uncertain.

He ran a hand through his floppy brown hair and tugged on his bowtie before rushing to the Tardis doors and swumg them open.

"Now, what did I hit?" He exited his vessel and walked around it, checking for any damage. Finding none, he scanned his surroundings. "Okay. So, earth, looks like America." He observed as he glanced about the wooded area he had landed in. "Probably one of the southern states judging by the heat and humidity."

Taking a few steps towards a nearby road, he continued. "Early 20th-" He stopped. He looked at his golden wrist watch and corrected himself. "No, 21st century by the looks of it."

A low moan broke the silence in the forest. He twirled around trying to find its source when he spotted a gray convertible. The car was virtually undamaged, aside from a few scratches. It was the person inside that gave him concerns. It was a female, late teens to early twenties. She was unconscious, possibly hurt.