"AMELIA!" Her head whipped around to see the "Doctor" tossing a hammer at her. She raised her arms instinctively, as the rubber hammer struck her arms and clatter to the glass floor of the out-of-control TARDIS.

"AMY!" the Doctor shouted giving her a quick look as he danced around his haywire machine. He wasn't her Doctor, though. He was different. He was more mature, more… different. Her Doctor was bouncy and child-like. The Doctor ripped off his signature bowtie and tweed coat as he flipped a few switches, pulled some levers, and… well, she didn't know. Her Doctor would tell her what she was doing, this stranger was angry at her. For what, she did not know.

The last thing she remembered of her Doctor was him shouting her name as she tripped backwards as a terrifyingly alive Dalek screamed "EXTERMINTE!" She'd woken up in the crazy blue box with this man in her best friend's clothes, flying the TARDIS.

She was lying on the ground, tipping back and forth, unable to grip anything on the smooth ground. She caught a throat ripping scream in her throat as the TARDIS turned. She gasped and slide as the ground beneath her turned into air, and the inside wall of the TARDIS. "THE POLE!" the Doctor shouted at her as she scrambled to latch onto the pole of the hand bar encircling the center of the TARDIS.

She looked over at the imposter; even though he didn't look like her beloved Doctor, she was frightened and he looked like her safest bet to turn to. He huffed a little at the tilted ground, but paid no mind to it, sliding around, as always, and keeping his balance as he started to regain control of the TARDIS. She breathed a sigh of short lived relief as the TARDIS rightened; but it was definitely short-lived.

She crept to her feet as the TARDIS smoothed out a bit, but was shoved to the floor in a cry as the TARDIS landed… sorta. Everything in the TARDIS seemed to jump in fright as the TARDIS landed, striking something, like a chimney or a trashcan.

The Doctor bounced up off the bit of glass he'd been tossed onto and glided outside. "Rory the Roman!" she heard the Doctor squeal in his new deeper voice.

"Uh, AMY?" he shouted as she hollered "HERE" and stumbled outside.

"Where's th- she stopped mid-sentence as her darting gaze settled on a tall, light brown haired man lying on the floor. She gulped and knelt down to him.

"Amy? Who's that? Where's the Doctor?" Rory asked, his voice starting to quicken as he spoke. She sighed as straightened up, pointing at the man on the floor.

"Meet the Doctor."