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"Well that wasn't meant to happen." The Doctor stated calmly from his position on the floor. Smoke still rose in uneven bursts from the console, and the odd storm of sparks were thrown into the air with a metallic hiss.
"You don't say?" Amy asked nobody in particular as she got to her feet. "Where are we then?"
The Doctor leapt to his feet with an odd burst of energy, a sudden childishness about his features. "Not a clue. Isn't that great?" He shot her a grin as he practically skipped to the door. "Come along, Ponds! Things to see, worlds to save! Could be the Scryos Galaxy, that has an annoyingly strong mataforlical pull, or maybe the spheres of panthageon, they could have temporarily..." He bounded through the door, with Amy close behind, leaving Rory to ruefully pick himself up from the stairs he'd been thrown onto minutes before.
Hurrying to catch up, he pushed his way through the T.A.R.D.I.S doors; only to be confronted with half a dozen guns about an inch from his nose. Automatically, almost with his consent, his foot slipped backward- slamming the door shut behind him. He thought he saw the Doctor smile grimly, a small twitch of satisfaction against a face otherwise painted with determination.
Behind where he and Amy stood, similarly restrained, he could see towering towers of sapphire; a multitude of prisms carved from seemingly pure sunlight; distantly, a river ran red. Rory swallowed, and dared a glance at his captives. Hulking masses, each easily reached seven foot. All of them were clad in black body armour, holding guns that seemed far too small in comparison. Their faces were a gnarled mess of dark brown flesh.
One of them clamped a hand across Rory's arm, and pulled him aside from the others. Above the clamour inside his head, he could just make out Amy, calling his name. He tried to respond, to tell her he could handle it, when a familiar groaning filled the air.
They all jerked back as the faint white light washed over them, and as suddenly as if it had never been there, the T.A.R.D.I.S was gone. Rory hadn't even mustered a swear word as their only possible escape from this planet vanished into thin air. Silence filled the air like a held breath.
It broke as suddenly as a dam- the aliens were shouting, demanding an explanation, the Doctor was trying to get some speech out, flapping his hands, motioning for some peace, Rory blubbered out panicked questions. Amy stood, arms crossed, eyebrows raised. The cacophony drained away.
"You!" The creature spat in mangled English. With shock, Rory realized he was taking to him.
"You have been nominated az de leader of yours group-"
"Wait what!?"
"- You weell tell who yous are, and how you'd got on our planet."
"Oh, um great." He said faintly. He did not turn his body, but asked as loud as he dared. "So um... what's the answer that doesn't get us killed?"