Lunch || CLOSED
Amy sat alone in the cafe, doodling stuff on what should have been her new article. She always liked this place, so calm and warm and cosy. She was so caught up with her doodle that she almost didn’t notice the stranger taking a seat next to her. “Ummm. Hello?” she said, eying the peculiar woman. “Do I know you?”

Oh. Hello there. My name is Amy Pond. Well, actually It's Williams, to you. When I was a kid I had an imaginary friend. The Raggedy Doctor. My Raggedy Doctor. He had a box called the TARDIS. The brand new ancient blue box. No one believed he was real. And somewhere between growing up and moving on, I stopped believing too. But he wasn't imaginary. Oh he was real. And the night before my wedding my imaginary friend came back.