When a crack in Amara's mirror opens up and lands her in the Tardis, a myriad of questions and possibilities are dumped onto her lap. It only gets worse when a man with terrible fashion sense tells her Time itself has a vendetta against her. Who else would it be other than the Doctor, the man who's made her laugh and love and grieve-all without having met him. And yet, the Doctor seems to know Amara. Expects her, in fact. And Amara hasn't the faintest idea how. (The Doctor x OC) No beta, we die like the Ponds. Updates every Tuesday. Also on Ao3.