"Don't be frightened Markl, maybe if we keep quiet and stay still it will go away." Sophie whispered from under the workbench.

"Oh, what an unusual, blue box." Commented Granny Witch.

The box in question had just materialized in Sophie's living room. The castles inhabitants were cowered in various hiding places. Sophie, the bench, Markl, behind the woodpile with Granny and Heen. Calcifer did his best to appear as a normal fire. Just then, Howl came clomping down the stairs in his nightshirt and slippers.

"G'morning love." He said, pecking Sophie on the cheek, oblivious to her terrified expression. He then addressed the rest of the room. "Isn't it wonderful to see me?" Nobody said anything. He continued. "Calcifer, I'm going to need hot water for my-WHAT THE HELL DID YOU LET IN THIS TIME!"

"I am not quite sure." Sophie squeaked.

Calcifer crackled angrily. "I didn't LET it in! It just APPEARED!" Howl tapped his chin thoughtfully.

"How odd." He reached out a knuckle and rapped smartly on the box. "Hello? Anyone in there?"

To everyone's surprise a woman's voice responded, "Sorry! Just a minute." There was a creak and a man emerged wearing a bow tie and a funny tasseled hat.

"Hello, pilgrims!" He grinned expectantly but his face fell when he saw them. "We've landed wrong!" He yelled back. "Again!" He added. A red haired woman peeked her face out.

"When and where are we then?"

The man gazed around, "certainly not the Mayflower, that's for sure."

Howl looked as if he might implode any minute. These people had waltzed into his castle with whatever a police box was and were now completely ignoring him. "WHO ARE YOU?"

The man took out a narrow, silver thing with green on the end and was now waving it around. It was obvious it was some type of scanner. The scanner made a strange whirring sound and he looked at the side. " This place has off-the charts readings, Amy, come have a gander." The woman hopped over and peered over his shoulder, nodding enthusiastically.

"I said, WHO ARE YOU!"

The man continued scanning and started speaking at rapid fire pace. "I'm The Doctor, she's Amy. She's the pretty one; I'm the smart one. Just kidding! Were both very smart and pretty only I more so. This is my sonic screwdriver; this is my fez, that's the TARDIS. Don't ask what it means. I'm not going to explain it. Who are you?" He attempted to scan Calcifer.

"Hey! Watch it!" Calcifer was not in the mood to be prodded with strange objects.

Amy gasped. "That fire just spoke." The Doctor looked at his screwdriver again.

"It's some sort of non-terrestrial being. A..." He looked again. "Fire demon."

"S'cuse me." Howl cut in. "I'm Howl. This is Sophie, Markl, Heen, and Granny Witch. That's Calcifer."

"Uh-huh, where are we?"

"The moving castle."

"What exactly makes it a moving castle?

Howl opened the front door on green. "Come and see."

The two time travelers stepped out and found they were gliding along, hundreds of feet from the ground.

"Fascinating, what makes it move? A motor?"

"I do!" Shouted Calcifer from the fireplace. "They work me to the bone flying this place!"

" Oh, shut up!" Cried Sophie, finally finding her voice. "We do plenty for you!" The Doctor inhaled deeply.

"Quite impressive. Although I don't believe were on Earth. He turned to Sophie, "what planet are we on?"

"I'm sorry, what's a planet?"

The Doctor nudged Amy and whispered something to her. They went back inside where they continued to interrogate the family.

"Where does this door lead?"

"At least tell us what country were in."

The Doctor inspected Howl and Markl's bench. " I take it you do magic?" Howl beamed.

"I'm the Great Wizard Pendragon." The Doctor adopted a blank stare of unknowingness. He tried again. "Sorcerer Jenkins? Horrible Howl?"

"Well, I know who you are now!" The Doctor chirped brightly in a fake cheery voice. In reality, he still had no idea.

"I beg your pardon." Sophie said quietly. "Why did you come here?" Both The Doctor and Amy's smiles melted off.

"Our friend, her husband, is missing." The Doctor settled into the chair by the hearth and propped up his feet. "We've been tracking him for about a week. He was on the Mayflower, that's a boat, last time we checked but the TARDIS took us here." He turned. "If the TARDIS always takes me where I need to go, where is Rory?"