Father Patrick McKenzie looked at his watch and wondered if anyone else was going to come to confession today, the only person that had been in was Agnes Kelly and that wasn't unusual, Agnes came to confession every Friday, whether she needed to or not. He straightened himself up as he heard the door to the confessional open; he opened the grilled hatch after the rap,

"It's been a while since my last confession," said a woman's voice. He recognised the voice of the late Danny Sullivan's wife Marie

"How can I help you" he replied

"It's not a confession as such but I need to tell someone, it's about Danny's death, that police call box and the strange man in the brown suit and plimsolls".

Fr Patrick sat up straighter, the blue police box and the stranger had been the subject of much gossip in the village over the last few weeks and he'd never believed the official report into Danny's death, thieves that had turned a gun on him as he'd tried to arrest them,

"I'm listening," he said

"Well I suppose it started at Danny's funeral, that's where I first saw him," said Marie.

She looked up at the roof of the church as she heard the sound of rain falling, God himself was weeping for her Danny. Marie Sullivan hadn't heard a word of the Requiem Mass being said for her husband, her mind was numb, it had only been a week since he'd been killed on duty by thieves breaking into the church in the next village where he was the Garda, the population of two villages were here telling her how brave her husband was, what a good man he was, how much he was going to be missed, there were too many uses of the word was for her liking. Her mother tapped her arm, she looked up to see Danny's coffin being lifted onto the shoulders of his fellow Garda and slowly following Fr Patrick down the aisle, she stood and followed the coffin, her mother on one side of her and Auntie Agnes on the other, usually she couldn't stand the two women fussing around her but at the moment it was comforting.

The Tardis landed gentily for once, the Doctor collected his coat, made one final study of the Tardis console

"Ok this is the village of Ballyleegan....somewhere in the Republic of Ireland, it's...a thursday, hmm never could get the hang of thursdays and I'm looking for someone or something from the Tulah homeworld" he said as he ran for the door.

Stepping out he looked up and wrinkled his nose, it was raining, for some odd reason rain made him think of Rose, she loved the rain, he heaved a sigh and took in his surroundings, the Tardis had parked herself in an allyway behind a pub.

"Best place in the universe" he patted the Tardis and fished the sonic screwdriver out of his pocket, he clicked it and it hummed "this way" he said as he ran off down the ally. When he reached the end he saw a funeral procession passing up the road, 'Military?' he thought as the coffin barer's were in uniform 'no, police by the looks of it' at that moment the younger of the women immediatly behind the coffin looked at him, just briefly and he could see the grief etched in her face, she must be the widow of whoever was in the coffin. He'd faced death, he'd caused death and he'd cheated death but he'd never hung around long enough to see the effects death had, he swallowed and looked away, why was he feeling guilty, this death had nothing to do with him. The sonic screwdriver beeped, he looked at it and frowned "oh you have got to be kidding me" he said to the screwdriver, according to the data the signal was coming from inside the coffin.

Marie was standing under the big black umbrella that Auntie Agnes had got from someone, there wasn't much of the service left thank goodness she thought, she didn't know how much longer she could go on. Fr Patrick was just getting to the Ashes to Ashes part when Marie looked up and saw him again, the skinny man with the brown suit and long coat, she'd seen him briefly, standing in the ally between Kitty's shop and the pub, the look on his face then had matched her own. Her mother tapped her arm

"Who's that in the long coat, is he a friend of Danny's?" she asked

"I've never seen him before, I was going to ask you if you knew who he was" replied Marie.

"Now what do I do, do I march up to the widow and say 'excuse me can I look in your husband's coffin because there's something not of this world in there with him' I wish Rose was here, even Donna, I'm no good at this" said the Doctor to no-one in particular.

"Take care of yourself"

"We'll pray to St Paula to give you guidence"

"I'm so sorry for your loss"

"Your Danny was a good man", the words of sympathy were coming thick and fast, she noticed that Dominic and Mary had sloped off to open up O'Leary's for the wake.

"I'm so sorry for your loss" Marie looked up, into the face of the stranger in the long coat

"Thank you, Marie replied

"It'll get better in time" said the Doctor as he shook her hand and moved off

"Wait, who are you" she called after him, but he just carried on walking.