It was a good few months, then a storm came to wreck everything again.

***

"So, are you three going to some kind of... archery class?" their taxi driver asked.

The Doctor, Willow, and Martha sat at the back of the cab with bow and arrows in hand. "Yeah, something like that..."

"Cool, cool."

It wasn't one of the most unorthodox things they had done, hunting down a seemingly unstoppable creature during Red Hatching. But they had never used bows and arrows before to take something down. Of course, they weren't going to kill it; they were just a precaution.

He glanced out the window, sensing that they were nearby. "It's here. Right here."

The taxi driver raised his eyebrows. "What?"

"Stop here!" The Doctor ordered.

Immediately, the cab halted and the trio jumped out; it sped off soon after. "Where is it?" Martha questioned.

"That way!" he pointed down the street.

As they were about to head off, a young woman came rushing out of a DVD stop, calling out to them. "Willow! Doctor! Willow!

"Hello. Sorry, bit of a rush. There's a sort of thing happening. Fairly important we stop it." He bluntly explained.

"My God, it's you. It really is you." The woman turned to Willow, noticing her clueless expression. "Oh, you don't remember me, do you?"

"Doctor, we haven't got time for this. The migration's started." Martha informed them.

"Look, sorry, we've got a bit of a complex life. Things don't always happen to us in quite the right order. Gets a bit confusing at times, especially at weddings. I'm rubbish at weddings," he peered at Willow, "especially my own."

"We still haven't set a date." His fiancee mentioned.

"But..." The young woman squinted at Willow's hand, quickly grasping onto the situation. "Oh, my God, of course. You're time travellers. It hasn't happened to you yet. None of it. It's still in your future."

"What hasn't happened?" he wondered.

Martha sighed, knowing that they were running out of time. "Doctor, please. Twenty minutes to red hatching."

Her eyes widened. "It was me. Oh, for God's sake, it was me all along. You got it all from me."

"Got what?"

"Okay, listen. One day you're going to get stuck in 1969. Make sure you've got this with you. You're going to need it." She handed him a large folder of items, containing everything he would need to know.

"Doctor!" yelled Martha.

"Yeah, listen, listen, got to dash. Things happening. Well, four things. Well, four things and a lizard." He tried to describe.

Willow chuckled. "It's been a bit of a weird day."

She smiled. "Okay. No worries. On you go. See you around someday."

"What was your name?" he asked.

"Sally Sparrow." The woman answered.

"Good to meet you, Sally Sparrow." He insisted.

A bewildered young man wandered next to Sally, gawking at the couple. To calm his nerves, she grabbed his hand, finally pleased with her humdrum life. "Goodbye, Doctor. See you soon, Willow."

"Yeah... you too..." The pair wandered back into the DVD shop, leaving the Doctor and Willow befuddled. As they jogged after Martha, Willow said. "That was weird, wasn't it?"

"Well, that's time travel for you." It was peculiar for Willow since that was the first time she had met someone who knew her in the future.

There was one thought playing on her mind, however -- it appeared that Sally knew more about her than the Doctor.

***