“Why are we here?” asked Amy, glancing around the diner. “It doesn’t seem like a place aliens would want to invade. Or anyone, for that matter.”
“Timey-wimey…stuff,” said the Doctor vaguely. “Weird, temporal event building up.”
“In—” Rory checked the map. “Lima, Ohio?”
The Doctor grinned. “Apparently so.” He sounded delighted by the prospect. “And they have blueberry pancakes!”
“Blueberry—” sputtered Rory. Amy patted him on the shoulder.
“You get used to it,” she advised, as they sat down.
“Now, first things first, we’ve got to—” The Doctor stopped mid-sentence, eyes drawn to the two boys entering the diner. He ducked his head.
“Doctor…?” asked Amy worriedly.
“This is wrong. Oh, this is very, very wrong. This is…so wrong. Drawn to the same timey-wimey…of course he was, and…oh, this is not good. Amy, Rory, we have to leave.”
The Ponds stared at the Doctor, who was doing his best to blend into the seat behind him.
“Doctor, what’s wrong, who are those—”
“It’s,” the Doctor started. “It’s me.”
“What?” Amy looked over at where the two boys were sitting. “The one with the curly hair?” The Doctor nodded. “You look about twelve.”
“I don’t understand, how can you tell?” asked Rory.
“I can tell,” said the Doctor. “Of course I can—it’s me, me sitting, in a diner, in Ohio. And I’m here.”
“Is that—our replacement?” asked Amy, eyeing the boy sitting across from the Other Doctor.
“I don’t ‘replace’ people,” said the Doctor, vehemently. “You’re not all just interchangeable.”
The boy reached out and took the Doctor’s hand, and the Other Doctor grinned.
“This is so weird,” whispered Rory.
“Okay, really, does everyone fall in love with you?” demanded Amy.
“He’s not in—” sputtered the Doctor. “I know better.”
“Uh, no you don’t,” said Amy. “And I’m pretty sure that doesn’t change with age.” She pointed at the two boys.
Their hands were still clasped across the table.