"Welcome to Manhattan Bella Washburn. Home of our statue of liberty on that little island way over there; Hector Boiardi, the founder of Boyardee, honed his pasta and sauce making skills as a chef at the Plaza Hotel in the early 20th Century. The largest Sunday issue of the New York Times was delivered on September 14th, 1987. It was 1,612 pages and weighed 12 pounds. Did you know Manhattan means "island of the hills" in the language of the Algonquin Indians?" "Doctor; you're rambling again." Belle rolled her eyes and looked at the doctor. He didn't take his eyes off her as he spoke and he still didn't as he sat down on a little hill in the middle of the park where they landed. "I'm just happy; try not to kill my vibe." Belle laughed and went to sit down next to the doctor. "Why are you so happy then doctor?" The doctor turned to her and held her hand; placing something in it but Belle didn't take her eyes off him as he moved. "I never know why; only who, Bella Washburn." She averted her eyes to her hands that were now holding a little silver key. She looked at him confused but he just jumped up and held out his hand. "I believe I promised you a cup of coffee." Belle took his hand and on their way they went.

"This is The Manhattan Coffeehouse; best cup of coffee in town, and you my little Belle get to experience it firsthand." Belle nodded trying to hold back her laugh because of the way he was talking. He held the door open for her and she went in. She sat down as the doctor ordered their coffee. As he was standing waiting for it he would look behind him and give her little smiles. Belle let her eyes wander for a bit; she glanced out the window to see an angel on the balcony across the street. Manhattan was so beautiful from what she could see so far. They had lots of stone art pieces one every corner and many more beautiful artifacts around the city. Belle was mesmerized until the smell of fresh hazelnut coffee popped in front of her. She looked down and the doc was already back and had placed a cup of coffee with heart shaped foam on top right in front of her. She looked down and smiled before lifting the cup up and taking a big whiff of it. She finally took a sip and looked at the doctor; he had looked like he had been holding his breath waiting for Belle to make a comment on it. "It's.....different." His eyes grew wide and his mouth gaped open. "Different; that's all you can say?" He had his eyes glued on her waiting for another response. She didn't give any as she kept drinking her coffee. "Different good; or different bad?" She shrugged her shoulders and took another drink of her coffee, "Different you." The doctor finally shook his head and started drinking his own coffee. They sat there and made small chit chat before heading back outside. When Belle looked up to point out the angel she was a little confused as to why it had disappeared. The doctor looked at her and then to where she had been looking, "Is something wrong Belle?" She shook her head figuring it was her imagination; statues couldn't move? She kept walking until they reached a fountain right by a hall leading back to the T.A.R.D.I.S; they both stopped in front of the fountain. Belle got up to walk on the outside part of the fountain. When she tripped the doctor caught her; they looked at each other for a minute before he looked behind her. She turned to see what he was looking at; one of the babies was gone that was on the fountain. The doctor set Belle down; not taking his eyes off that one spot. Belle looked from the spot to the doctor over and over again. "What's going on doctor; where'd that thing go?" The doctor still didn't take his eyes off that one spot; he responding with lots of worry in his voice. "Don't blink Belle; whatever you do, don't blink."