"Doctor if you can help me you must," that voice, always cutting off when it came to something important. "I know you can do it Doctor, I know you can. Go to-" again it will cut off. It was a females voice, middle age but from where? Oh it teased at him, the name coming but fading away in a instant. Always in his dreams, the voice would return and, in time, he began to ignore it, allowing him to rest easy at night.

Feeling a nudge, he moved a bit. "Go away," he mumbled.

Again he was nudged, this time with a soft voice with it. "Time Turner, wake up sleepy head."

Whoever, or whatever, was messing with him needed to stop, he was beginning to grow angry, cursing in every known language in his mind. He was tired as it was, and didn't want to wake up from his slumber, so raising a hoof, he swatted at whoever was doing this to him.

"Turner if you don't get up, you know who will eat your muffins," it said.

His ears perking up at the sounds of his favorite food he pieced together the voice. "You added extra butter Ditzy?" he asked.

Opening his eyes, he saw the most beautiful mare in Ponyville staring down at him, her smile shining as bright as the sun. Raising from the bed, he got up to go freshen himself, before putting his favorite red tie on. Struggling, and refusing to ask his wife for assistance, he ended with his tie having the narrow part larger than the widened part. Hearing his wife chuckling behind him he turned to her letting Ditzy fix his tie.

"Now that that’s done, time for breakfast!" he told her leaving the room. Making his way downstairs, he entered the kitchen to find his oldest daughter Amethyst Star already at the table, a book in her hooves, and a muffin at her side. "Morning Amy,” hearing no reply, he forced his hoof upon the book, looking at her. "I said good morning Amy."

Rolling her eyes, she looked at him, and, giving a forced smile, gritted through her teeth "Good morning papa." she replied to him. Using her magic, she lifted her fathers hoof to continue her reading.

"Children these days," he said to himself, preparing his muffins. "You say no to them going out on a date, and they get furious," The Doctor, with his many lives, saw the rage of a mare, but none could compare to his daughter. He said no to one date, it wasn't like he meant all other dates, or did he?

Closing her book, Amy rose from her seat, placing the book in her saddlebag, before heading to the front door. "I'm going to Bon Bon house to hangout with her and Lyra. I'll be back later"

"Well, I'm sorry, but you're not. You have work to do, and besides you know what happens when you hang out with them,” The Doctor countered.

In disbelief Amy went into a rage. "Well maybe if you stopped treating me like a filly, I maybe wouldn't be doing all this stuff! You always go on about how time is always moving forward, yet when it comes to me you want to halt it. Are you scared of me growing up?!"

Walking to the door, she was stopped by what he told her. "Amy, I know you're still mad, but know that I love you," Looking at him with hardened eyes, she walked out, leaving him alone in the kitchen.

"Papa, are you ok?" a small voice asked.

Looking down, he saw that it was Dinky, looking at him with her amber eyes staring back at him. She looked like her mother, same eyes, coat, and mane. Only difference was that Dinky was highly advance in mathematics, maybe due to his years of traveling the universe and its vast knowledge. "Yes, I'm alright," he said, picking her up and setting her on the table. "Now, will you mind if you help me prepare my muffin?"

A squeal of excitement came from the filly, as she levitated a knife towards her, while her father got his toast. The fun they shared was magical to The Doctor, and knowing this was all the reason why he decided to stay. Raising a family was the most fun he had ever had in his nine hundred and eighteen years of life.

Walking down, Ditzy saw her husband and youngest daughter enjoying each others company, and couldn't help but let a laugh escape her. With them noticing, she excused herself outside to water her garden, and, spreading her wings, she flew upwards to the top of their house. Gathering her material, she saw a group of ponies with masks on walking towards their house, spears in hands, and guns on back, they forced everypony out their way.

"Turner!" she yelled, running into the house. Looking at her, The Doctor had a confused look on his face. "There’re ponies with large mask and guns and we need to-."

"Ditzy how far are they?" the Doctor asked, looking at their window. "Judging by your look, not to far. Ditzy, get Dinky and run."

"Run, where to?" Ditzy asked her husband.

"Really, years of being with me, and you ask me where? The T.A.R.D.I.S, of course! if you have the key, then it should be easy to call it!" with a nod, she grabbed their child, fleeing behind him.

Once she left, the doors and walls blasted open, with the masked ponies gathering in, guns and spears pointed at him. "Where’s the Doctor?" one asked.

Looking at them with a look he hadn't given in years, he looked at them, eyes of boldness. Bowing, he looked up at them. "The Doctor is in," he said to them, smiling.