Long ago, in worlds beyond this one, a lone scientist of an unknown origin had an idea. One he thought was the most brilliant in the entire universe. It has long been known that scientists try to outwit nature from time to time. All ways nature wins. However, sometimes, very few, but sometimes nature needs science to win her own battles. That is where this scientist's idea came to become.

The idea was to save endangered races of all kinds, no matter what form, no matter what galaxy, and no matter what dimension. If someone could obtain a similar gene in all life, he could manipulate it into a different kind of gene. He could make a species that belonged to all species and those with the gene could bare other species' children without mangling up their DNA. Thus ensuring many different species from extinction; but only if they could find the right kind of barer. Any species can bear a child with this gene. That way humanoid creatures can bear the creatures of other humanoids, plastics can breed with the molten, and etcetera.

The gene would later be known as the Breeder Gene. Anyone with this gene would be there dubbed a Breeder. And may those who have that gene be blessed with mercy and stealth. There are many species who want these rare jewels. Many species indeed. If you have symptoms of the Breeder Gene, do NOT speak the word "Breeder" out loud. It is known to be bad luck. However, if you do not believe in bad luck, let me tell you this: many species listen in when that word is uttered, if you do not speak it, they will not hear; if you do, beware. Beware for you may not be able to stop them coming for you. Even if you are not one, they will still take you.

Sincerely,

The Author of Grondgella, the Infirm.

Amy put down the old book beside her as she sat down on one of the seats in the TARDIS's living room. The Doctor gave that book to her almost immediately after he pushed her back into the TARDIS's doors. Apparently, saying 'dog breeder' in the room with cat people in a spaceship orbiting around a living star-like plant in space was also off limits. The cat people whose names escaped her mind had freaked, calling her a 'something breeder' and kicked them out of the feast celebrating the pollen of the plant that did blah, blah, blah.

Amy was still hungry, the food was good there and being kicked out only increased her appetite. She groaned as she realized that that must be another sign she was hanging with the doctor too much. No matter what she was always hungry when they were running. Sighing she got up and left the book there only to come back and pick it up and bring it back to The Doctor. That Raggedy Man had a lot of explaining to do.

When she got to the right room where her boys were she threw the book at the alien. He flinched and scolded her for said throw of an 'ancient book that is older than the author himself'. As usual she ignored him and walked up to him. Her back was facing Rory showing him her good looking backside, oh, when she was angry she also could be a tease.

"Oi, what was all that about? Giving me this piece of rubbish!" she lashed at him with her hands on her hips. Her hip was cocked and she could tell her hubby was staring at it, it gave her a confidence boost and she glared at her once imaginary friend.

"I thought you needed to know," Doctor was pouting again. That stupid looking bow tie was around his neck and he also had a fez on. She thought that she got rid of all the fezzes when she combed through the wardrobe and threw them out into space with the TARDIS's help. Apparently the ship itself also thought he looked silly with them on. "That word is not allowed to be said aloud. That was a weird sentence! Rory, did that sentence sound weird to you?"

"Rory, don't answer!" she ordered her husband without looking at him. She was livid for some unknown reason. She was getting angrier and angrier. Her period wasn't on its way so she just went with it. "Doctor, you listen to me, I can say what I want when I want!"

"Amy?" her number one man's voice sounded gentle, soft, normally that could help her calm down, but it didn't. "Are you alright?"

Amy opened her mouth and closed it. Just before she could open it again, there was a knock on the door. The front door…

"Amy, Rory, we are needed in the main room for a meeting." He jumped up and practically flew through the halls of the TARDIS.

Amy and her husband continued to stare at the empty spot where their friend and son-in-law had been. It wasn't until Rory spoke up that Amy noticed all her anger was gone.

"Was that a knock on the door?"

"Yeah."

"But aren't we in the middle of space?"

"Yeah."

"And aren't we stuck in the middle of a sector known as 'Death's Hollow Men'?"

"Yeah."

"Okay… just checking."