"No, Amy, we're not going to America!" The Doctor said, walking out of the TARDIS, his companion trailing behind him.

"Why not," She asked in outrage. "My Uncle lives there!"

The Doctor seemed to be rather annoyed by Amelia's rants about going to America. She'd been talking about it all day.

"Well, good for your uncle, we aren't going, Amy, and that's that." He said agitatedly. He had gotten quite a few steps in front of her as they were walking down the street. They were heading to the local Starbucks that had just opened in London. Also something Amy hadn't stopped talking about for a week.

"Fine, at least tell me why we can't go!" She exclaimed, bounding to catch up to the Doctor. She knew him, and there was no way that he wouldn't go somewhere without a reasonable yet absolutely ridiculous reason behind it. He stopped, turned to face her, and sighed, still somewhat annoyed at his faithful companion.

"Alright, fine. It was a thing. A small thing. Nixon, TARDIS blowy uppy, Angels, etc." He said, all the while flapping his arms about. Amy stared at him in disbelief, not buying anything he said. She then realized "This is the Doctor. Just about anything is possible with him."

The two left the coffee shop with a latte and a hot chocolate, as the Doctor apparently hates coffee. They walked a bit further back to the TARDIS, sipping on their drinks. Once inside, the Doctor shut the doors forcefully, making Amy jump a bit.

"What did the doors ever do to you, raggedy man?" She asked, still surprised. The Doctor seemed to ignore her question, but secretly he smiled. He liked it when she called him the "Raggedy Man". He turned to face her.

"Right, I'm just going to pop to the loo, back in a moment!" He called as he dashed into the infinite expanse of the interior. Amy shook her head. He was such a child sometimes, with his hot chocolate and petty arguments about America. She stood around, sipping on her coffee when she slowly turned her attention to the console. She examined it, looking at each panel, getting more and more curious. She wondered what each individual button did in her head. "That must be the start thingy." she thought to herself as she looked at a big lever on the right side of the panel. She stole a glance at it, wondering if she should touch it.

"Well, it couldn't hurt anything." She thought in her head. After all, the Doctor was known for taking forever in the bathroom. She took slow steps towards the console, as if trying not to startle the TARDIS. You never know, she thought. It's alive after all. She brushed the top of the lever, as if to knock away non-existent dust. She grasped the handle, feeling its metallic texture. All of a sudden, she heard a loud thud from one of the corridors behind her. She jumped, causing her to accidentally pull the lever forward. The TARDIS lurched and groaned as it took off into the vortex, and Amy stood by helpless.

Amy raced around the console room, looking for something, anything, to stop it from dematerializing, but to no avail. She heard the Doctor race back up the stairs, and a look of fright on his face.

"What did you do?!" He yelled over the noise. Amy rushed over to him.

"I don't know, I was looking at the buttons, and there was a thud, and it took off!" She cried, terrified at what she'd done. She saw him rush around the console seemingly pressing every button, trying to reverse whatever she had done to the TARDIS. The Doctor seemed about out of options, so with a final flourish, he pulled the very lever Amy had pulled. All of a sudden, the room went dark. It was silent, no TARDIS hum, no wheezing and groaning flight sounds, just nothing.

"Amy," The Doctor said just above a whisper, "This is really not good."