The Doctor leant back in the old wooden chair, expecting it to give way at any second. It was worth suffering this perhaps, the smaller and older the joint, the better the food.

The elderly waitress brought him his coffee and his pastry and he removed his hat and nodded at her.

Did people tip in this time and place? Should he leave some valuable for them to sell and have the house renovated?

Yes, he seemed to recall that in a few years time that lose tile would fall on a gentleman's head here. A life seemed worth so much more than a useless trinket.

The Doctor finished most of the coffee, submerging a frellian diamond in the remains. Too big to fall down the plughole, they would find it when they washed up. He could always just give it to them, but that just wasn't his way.

Satisfied with his work the Doctor bit into his pastry and admired the view. Austria was a beutiful place at any time of year, especially now in the Autumn.

It was then he noticed the tramp approaching his table.

"50 pfenigs for a postcard." The young man shifted uneasily on his feet as though they didn't fit. "I painted it myself."

The youth held out a grubby landscape, the Doctor accepted and passed the youth enough money for a good meal. Funny but the character seemed familiar from somwhere, almost larger than life.

"Could I have your name sir?" inquired the Doctor.

"Hiedler," the youth snapped, giving the impression that he was too shy for a conversation.

Without realising it the Doctor found himself rolling the knife he had been given with his food, around his hand.

Just one quick movement and the lad would be dead. Could he do it? The question was could he not do it?

"Adolf Hiedler sir," The youth paused then continued. "Hutler they say to the west."

"Yes," commented the Doctor, "Well I have to go."

In minutes he was back in the TARDIS, feeling sick. Sick both that he couldn't do the deed, but that he could even contemplate doing it.

Millions of humans. Millions. Maybe he could defend his decision, the Second World War had shaped the future of Earth after all, but he really didn't want to.

It was then he realised that he had forgotten to pay. The old woman would be angry, never realising that he had changed her life.