Chapter 1
The Doctor was busy at the controls, setting the course for the next destination. Amy and Rory walked in, holding hands. "Doctor, where are we off to now?" Amy asked.
"Well... err...no idea. We seem to be drifting." the Doctor answered, to a huge "WHAT?" from Amy and Rory. "Relax, Pond-Williamses, ooh... hold on...Pond-Williamses, or Ponds, or Williamses? Or Williams-Ponds?" "DOCTOR!" Amy bellowed, finally silencing his incoherent rambling.
"Don't worry, you two. Just lie back in a comfy chair and enjoy the ride, OK?" The Doctor seemed to be in charge of everything. Rory left for the library, looking in the cooking section. He had a feeling that he should provide for Amy more. What else could he do? He couldn't build his own bigger-on-the-inside spaceship. He couldn't take her to fantastic places, except for that little jaunt to Paris for her 19th birthday. He finally found a cookbook of Jamie Oliver's, and settled down to read.
Amy left to find her bed, although because the TARDIS liked her, it gave her multiple beds of various scales of comfort. Many beds, means many bedrooms, and she ended up finding a room stacked high with music from a place called Tyringia 7. She picked up one 'CD', and turned the audio player (if you could call it that) on.
Five minutes later...
"Okay, Amy, your ears will need rest for a couple of days as they are bleeding quite profusely." At least, that was what it said on a small chalkboard The Doctor held up to her. The Doctor was checking her ears for any further damage. "The tissue will heal very, very, soon, but for now, when we're talking to you, we're going to use these," he wrote, referring to the chalkboards. "One for you, Rory," he said, handing a chalkboard to Rory, "and one for me. Tyringia 7. Nasty place. Never go there without earmuffs. I prefer pink fluffy ones myself."
The Doctor lead Amy to the control room and sat her down on the chairs. Suddenly...
WHOOP! WHOOP! WHOOP!
"Doctor, what was that?" Rory ran into the room.
"Ahh... yes... well, Rory, do you remember my little joke about us drifting?"
"How could I forget?"
"Yes, well... we're really drifting now."
To be continued...
