Ian couldn't figure out where the hell he was, or even what time era he was in. Like Amy, they were in their Aunt Raven's home, with his sister teasing him mercilessly about blowing up their parents' house, when they were taken away from that house. It wasn't that great of a feeling, and Ian himself found himself confused.
He rubbed his eyes and tried to get adjusted to the bright sunlight, but there was a person standing there that called out his name. One with black hair. "Amy!" he called. At least they weren't going to be alone.