The Doctor leapt beside her, and lifted his hand up to her face. Cradled in his palm were two small metallic marbles. She stared at them, and then looked to him, somewhat uncomfortable with the way he had been watching her.

"Someplace new, if you fancy, Pond."

She quickly ignored his hot breath on her ear, and nodded as he swooped back to the console and began flipping several different levers with grand motions, quirking a few dozen of spherical buttons, and pattering down on a couple of keys on that old typewriter. Amy watched him, and a part of herself believed he was overdramatizing things to a strange degree. Showing off? He was showing off to her? Sure, he had done that a thousand times before. Large scale to small, he always seemed to be showing off, always seemed to be trying to impress her. What was it he said to her all that time ago? She could see what he no longer could? She saw everything for the first time and he sought after that innocence, or something like that. With one final thrust, the TARDIS purred silent, and he swooped back around, took her hand in his, and then leapt for the doors. Before he hastily flung them open, he turned to her, and smiled, lifting the marbles back up to her, and with the other arm, he unlatched the doors.

The gentle wind from outside carried the doors further open, and her eyes widened at the burning, purple light that illuminated everything.

He leaned to whisper in her ear, "Violet Sun of Kneshric."

Her words tripped over themselves by which wonder to question first, "A-Are those…"

A small smile came upon him, "Trees made of water?" He gave them a quick glance, then looked back at her, "Not really, no. See, it's not actually water. It's purer, though thinner, yet thicker, and richer. Altogether entirely complicated. But sure, let's call it water."

Amy's eyes drifted from each transparent, trembling tree to the next, and then to the ground which consisted solely of vines. She looked to each thing thoughtfully, then back to the trees, her brows furrowed.

"Doctor, why have you brought me here?" He gave a confused look when her expression was borderline upset. "This planet is obviously extremely delicate. I mean, look at those trees. Lightly shivering from the vibrations of us landing here. And the ground," She motioned with her arm, and he tilted his head curiously, "This planet is basically tied together by vines and kept together by not-water, did it ever occur to you that landing the TARDIS here could tear this world apart?"

He nervously scratched his face, and then glanced up to see her staring critically at him. He lifted his arms in protest. "I've stabilized the TARDIS for the minimum pressure on the planet, Pond."

But his defense was voiced too late, and he could tell by the look in her eye she had already worked up a scolding for him. No manner of innocent pouting would stop it. He hung his head shamefully, which always helped her to keep going, and before he could glance up, she had shoved him.

Her voice was loud, and almost motherly, "Doctor, this kind of magnificence and beauty isn't worth you simply getting your kicks and a bigger head. Do you have no idea—"

He leapt towards her and covered her mouth with his hand, hushing her as she tried to struggle him off. His green eyes told her to be quiet, and in an instant, she understood. Hesitantly, he released her and lifted the marbles up to her again.

"I know you're Miss big time traveler now, but can we not put that on shelf for a moment? Pop 'em in your ears, Pond." His tone seemed tired, and somewhat disappointed, she scooped the marbles out of his hand, and fed them into her ears. And as she did, he whispered, "As if impressing you isn't worth the trouble."

But he knew she didn't hear him. Amy looked at him, forcing an expectant expression, and he turned her back the shivering, glistening trees. She tried her best to decipher his muffled words.

"What is sound? Vibrations, yes?" He gently poked his finger in her ear, clicking a small button on the device. "Since I'm speaking, it's my vibrations, carried through the stillness of air, which is then picked up by the ear drum."

Suddenly, a faint hum began to seep into her head, and she pressed her hand against her ears to isolate it. He paused for a moment and watched her. The way her eyes absentmindedly scanned in thought, the way she gently bit her lip. There was a disappointed sadness that found him as he watched her. It was no longer her waiting to be amazed and her nervous smile and her disbelieving laugh. Her furrowed brows, her somewhat stern face, he was saddened by the bitter truth. His execution of The Turn no longer mesmerized her. She was no longer that child who sat, laughing and clapping to the thing she couldn't understand and blissfully didn't try to. She had grown into a person who didn't want to wait in the extraordinary when it could simply be explained and then poisoned as simple. He had lost her.

The Doctor nervously twitched away as her eyes had met his, and he glanced to the trees, "Vibrations," He pointed to his throat, "carried through," He swept his arm through the air, "to the ears." And his gesture followed, yet her thinking-face slowly faded into confusion. "My voice is the vibration—"

She shook her head, "Yeah, I got that. What's that have to do—" A whisper came into her ear, and her eyes slowly drifted to the glimmering trees.

"My thief. . . ."

A quiet breath escaped her lips, "Doctor…"

Amy looked to him and saw a small smile spread on his face as he stared off at the trees, the hum becoming a waiting silence. She watched him place his hand against the TARDIS door, and brushed its wood against his palm, closing his eyes as he felt it purr.

"My thief. . . ."

She childishly pouted as it became clear and yet not at all, "I'm an insufferable moron sometimes, aren't I?"

Immediately, he brought his finger to her lips and hushed, "No fun if you don't let me explain."

He opened one eye to catch her face as she looked to the trees with a faint, eager smile, and for a moment, he could feel it. He could feel her stop thinking. He could feel her just putting her attention on the crisp breeze that carried itself to her skin. Her eyes drifted to him, and allowed her smile to show.

"Vibrations," He murmured, and watched as she placed her hand to the wooden door. "carried through-"

"The pure, not-water trees."

"And our ears are heightened."

They reached for the other's hand and then looked to the tree, and the forest seemed to have been listening just as intently as they now were.

"All right, dear." said the Doctor quietly, "I'm sorry it took me quite a bit to figure this out, but I hope you were patient enough."

For a moment, all was silent except for the gentle breeze that sent a shivering chill through the not-water trees and it rustled the leaves that danced across the vines.

"A bit of pressure…." admitted the whisper.

The Doctor smiled widely, "Oh, come on. You know anything you say is sexy."

"Hello." Amy uttered with a sing-songy tone, though she knew even openly re-announcing her presence wouldn't stop them from flirting. "You're the TARDIS?"

"Of course I'm the TARDIS, orangey girl. And you're a stray."

She lightly smirked, "And you're a thief."

"Now, now. Ladies," He sighed almost pleasantly. "don't fight over me."

"What?"

He paused himself from bouncing in place, realizing that both voices had joined in on that, and he nervously smiled. "Oh, come off it. You know why I call you Sexy."

Amy stifled a gag at his seductive tone, and tried to nonchalantly drift her hand out of his, yet it only seemed to inadvertently tighten his hold on her.

"What is it you call orangey girl?" asked the TARDIS critically.

A slap of flusters hit him in the face, and he nervously glanced off in an attempt to bury himself away in thought as he frantically disregarded all of those half-asleep dreams he allowed his head to have.

"Pond." He blurted out before his mind could proof-think it, and he bore a relieved smile when it registered, "Yes, Pond. I call you Pond. Of course I do."

She gave him a confused, questioning look, yet he purposely avoided eye contact, resuming to bounce in place.

"But that's not what you address her as when we're alone."

The Doctor quietly gritted his teeth, "Shut up." He angrily whispered.

Amy tugged on his hand, "Oi, I'm right here. What is she talkin' about?"

He hung his head, "See what you've started."

And she tugged again, "Doctor."

He glanced to her for a moment, and then quickly twirled around, leaping towards the console. "Sorry, dear. We'll have to resume this at a later, unawkward date. Pond was right, sending your vibrations through the not-water trees just so we could hear your voice, it's far too risky for them to sustain it over a long period of time. We'll return, pending approval- "

"But orangey girl won't."

Cautiously, he glanced up from canoodling the various levers and knobs, "Why not?"

There was a pause and they both looked to each other and shared a somewhat concerned expression.

"Oh, she'll fall off, and you'll have a new stray."

The Doctor lowered his face into the reflective glass that wrapped around each intricate doodad, "That's not going to happen." He murmured.

As Amy held both doors in her hands, and gently tossed them to close, he lightly shivered at the parting words.

"All too soon, my thief."

Before they could utter any words to each other, the console set off a burst of sparks and they staggered as it began to pick up in speed for its violent shaking. He clung back to it, only to thrust away with another burst, and she staggered up the stairs as he angrily muttered apparent gibberish. Another burst of wild sparks. Then another. Then one more violent throw to the glass floor. In the moment of silence, their eyes linked and they mirrored each other's movements, until a small, confident smile came upon him and on her, a small, trusting one. He glanced to the lever, and his eyes slowly trailed back up to her, and by the time they found her, she was falling backwards, in what seemed like slow-motion, and before he could stop himself, before he could even realize what was happening, the lever was thrust downward, and she burst into light as he fell to the floor. He watched as the sparks scattered frantically across it, and he stared to the empty space of where she should've landed.

With a frustrated huff, he tore himself up, clawing at the levers in an attempt to reverse whatever it was. Yet another violent throw to the glass floor, and he landed on his hands and knees, and with a defeated sigh, he opened his eyes and saw a face staring back at him.

They both staggered away from each other, both sharing a confused, yet curious look. Another burst of sparks, coupled with the TARDIS' shrills, he leapt back to the console, balancing himself as it entered its climax, and he slid his arm through each lever for a single button. But before he could press it, the TARDIS bellowed along with its final thrust, and he toppled backwards to the metal bars that wrapped around it, and he sighed as he sunk to the floor. The TARDIS purred to a quiet idle, and he turned over to see the girl staring at him.

"Hello, I'm the Doctor." He said almost tiredly, yet still managed a polite smile. "And you are?"

The girl hesitated for a moment, quickly glancing all around her, and then back to the strange man's face. "I'm Alice."