"Doctor!" Amy yelled, her leg caught under a dusty pile of broken TARDIS, most likely part of the wall that had come apart when they crashed.

Amy and Rory were on their way back home, to present day London, England, when The Doctor suddendly lost control of the TARDIS. It was almost as if someone else had become in control, like somebody else was flying it. They had no idea were they were. All they knew was that where ever they were, they had landed and the TARDIS would need to be repared before they could continue on their journey back home. And it was safe to assume, where ever they were, they would most likely be there for a while, for longer than Amy and Rory would like to be. They always are. The Doctor always likes to find adventure and danger, and sometimes, if he's lucky, danger finds him.

"Amy! Rory!" The Doctor called, still standing on his own two feet and holding onto a peice of the TARDIS dash- which was thankfully still attached to the rest of the ship. "Are you alright?"
"Just splendid, Doctor," Amy yelled again. "There's a huge chunk of metal on top of me, but other than that I'm walkin' on sunshine. Now get this thing off of me!"
"Yes, right," The Doctor mumbled as he and Rory picked up the TARDIS peice and chucked it to the side, helping her to her feet.
She coughed while begining to dust herself off. "Where are we?"
The Doctor's mouth curved up into a curious smile. "Let's go investigate, shall we, Ponds?"
Amy looked at Rory, who took her hand and mumbled 'come on' quickly to her.

The Ponds followed The Doctor out of the TARDIS and into what seemed to be a museum. There were very familer exhibits displayed there, things from statues of old Daleks- carved out of rock of course, so they were not living- to an old revolver pistol that looked to be sonic just like The Doctor's screwdriver.

"Doctor?" Amy asked, finally breaking the few long minutes of silience between the three. "Why did the TARDIS bring us here? There isn't even any people here, just us,"
The Doctor began sonicing the room and the things around him, he also confused as to why they were here. "Watch were you step and do not touch anything, this could be a trap,"
"What could be a trap?" Rory asked, taking the words right out of Amy's mouth- they were in that 'married couple phase' where they constantly finished each other's sentences and pretty much read each other's minds, which they prayed would soon pass as they and The Doctor found it rather annoying.
"This. The exhibits, the art," The Doctor said seriously, stilling waving his sonic screwdriver around the place. "The museum in general could all be a trap," The Doctor continued to talk to Rory, neither of them noticing Amy disapearing, walking off to check out something strange that had caught her attention.

Amy turned a corner, walking through an open door into a smaller room filled with paintings and plants for decoration. She didn't pay very much attention to the art. Instead, she followed a sound she was hearing, a voice to be exact. She could hear the sound of sniffling and wimpering, the sound of a girl crying. As she crept closer, it became louder. She walked right past the girl until Amy heard her gasp, and turned her head to see a human figure, making her turn her entire body to look at the girl.

The girl looked about eighteen, and sat in the fetal position on the grey carpeted flooring of the museum, her hand resting in fists on her knees. Amy could see she was holding something- two somethings actually. It looked like a little book and a pen, but she couldn't see it too clearly, since part of it was tucked between her knees. Her hair was long, wavy and brownish-red, and her clothes were ripped in a few places, covered in a little bit of dust. She moved her knees from her chest, stretching out her legs, her back still against what appeared to be an old red telephone booth exhibit. She quickly wiped her tears away with the back of her hand and sniffled, looking up at Amy.

Amy could only stare at the girl, trying to think of what looked so familar about her. She looked like somebody she knew, or rather, two somebodies. Before the girl could speak, two voices were calling Amy's name- Rory and The Doctor.