Prologue

She's won her game.

She's in pain and limping badly, blood leaving an un-missable trail behind her, but she's alive and won her game.

So why is she running?

And why is she being pursued?

Her pursuers are right behind her; she is almost sure of it. She suddenly fakes a left and plunges right, slamming the door behind her and pushing the bolt across. Panting, she listens hard.

Nothing.

It's safe.

She breathes a sigh of deep relief; she will not die today.

And then, inexplicably, it flickers behind her.

It builds itself up piece by piece like a fuzzy TV screen, until it is whole, clear, defined.

Deadly.

A hiss makes her turn round, slowly, oh-so-slowly.

She screams.

The last she sees is a mouthful of razor sharp teeth and red eyes.

The eyes of the puppet as it said 'Game Over'.

Chapter 1

"Amy...Amy...AMY!"

"Look, calm down Rory, she's waking up!"

"It's ok for you Doctor, you can regenerate if you get badly hurt, but she's human!"

"Look, she's as tough as a Dalek's casing, she'll be fine."

Amy slowly opened her eyes. Her head was throbbing and she winced – she must've hit it on the TARDIS control panel when she fell. Speaking of which...

"Doctor?" She groaned.

The familiar grin solidified above her head, hair messy, and bow tie lopsided. "Hello, you alright?"

"Doctor, what happened?" She tried to stand, but failed. The Doctor caught her.

"Careful! Some kind of homing system, hit us around the 25th Century and brought us here. Like a harpoon." He looked round and winced. "Hit us pretty hard, too...I don't think my insurance covers this..."

Amy looked round. The TARDIS had seen better days; steam – or was it smoke? – hissed from the consol, and the walls no longer gave off that cheerful golden glow. The only light came from the alien green glow of the central column. And above her head there was a burn mark –

Amy sat up sharply and felt the back of her head. "DOCTOR!" She shrieked.

"I told you she'd get annoyed!" Rory told him.

The Doctor looked sheepish. "Amy, don't get annoyed..."

"Doctor," Amy glared at him. "What. Have. You. Done. To. My. Hair."

The Doctor's grin shrank slightly. "Well, the back of it caught on fire, so..."

"He cut it." Rory finished.

"MIRROR!" Amy screamed. Rory grabbed her compact from her purse and she snatched it. Sure enough, the whole of the back of her long ginger hair was gone. One side was completely normal, the other had been cut long at the front and short at the back in a messy diagonal line. "DOCTOR!" Clearly nine-hundred-and-something-year-old aliens are not to be trusted with scissors.

The Doctor ducked as Amy threw the mirror at his head; it smashed against the wall. "Look, Amy, you need to stay very, very calm..."

"Calm?" Amy's voice rose in pitch and both men held their ears. "Calm? I look like a punk-rocker gone wrong!"

"Amy," The Doctor forced her to look at him. "Once we've found out exactly where we are and why we're here, I'll take you to Belladora: it's basically a planet of pampering products from all round the galaxy, you know, spas, shops and the like. and they do great hairdressers. I'll even pay for it!"

"Sounds like a girly planet to me." Rory grumbled.

"Oh, it is," The Doctor nodded, making his way to the doors. "But I do enjoy popping into the Pandora spa every now and then; they do great organic mud masks, does wonders for the complexion..."

As the Doctor left the TARDIS, Amy turned to Rory. "How bad does it look?" She asked anxiously?

Rory smiled. "Oh, it's not too bad." He said. "Actually, it makes you look quite good, brings out your eyes."

"Ginger doesn't bring out anything," Amy smiled wryly despite herself. "And you're only saying that because you're my fiancée."

"So?" Rory gave her a hug. "You could be a skinhead and I'd still love you!"

Amy hugged him back. "Don't tempt me." She joked.

"Umm," The two of them wheeled round to see that the Doctor had opened the door a few inches. "Sorry to interrupt, but it seems we have a problem."

A man's voice rang out over a loudspeaker. "This is the FBI. Do not attempt to run, you are surrounded. Please drop your weapons and come out with your hands up."

Rory turned slightly pale. "What the hell is the FBI doing here?"

Amy shrugged, making for the door. "Terrorism against a simple trim?"

Somewhere in the FBI base, Erickson looked tiredly at the CCTV monitors.

"What I don't understand," He glared at the dark haired man next to him. "Is how a blue box can suddenly materialise right in the basement under your security's noses."

"Sorry sir," The man mumbled. "But...I swear it's true!"

Erickson sighed and looked back at the screen. A man and a woman had joined the first man on the screen. He frowned: the first man looked...familiar...

A young woman crashed into the room. "Sir!" She thrust a thick file in his direction. "We've identified the man in the bow tie...you're not going to believe this..."

Erickson flicked through it. His eyes widened and he glanced from the monitors to the file and to the man and woman. "B...but..." He spluttered. "Perez, this is...impossible, to say the least!"

"I know, sir." Perez nodded grimly. "But there he is."

"But...the Doctor...died, didn't he? I mean, I thought the TARDIS had blown up and – "

"Apparently not, sir." Perez nodded to the screen. "But you may want to see him yourself."

"Yes..." Erickson nodded thoughtfully, before turning to the man. "Strahm, I want you to call Hoffman down here."

"But sir –"

"I don't care what you think of the man, I just need him down here. And tell security to bring him up here." Perez nodded and walked from the room, reaching for her radio. "We may have found the beginning of the end for the Jigsaw murders..."

Does it sound alright so far? Chapter 2 coming up as soon as possible!