Prologue
She ran. She didn't know exactly why she was running or what exactly she was running from but she knew she had to get away. So, she ran. Her legs hurt, she was out of breath and her flaming red hair was falling into her eyes but she knew she couldn't stop. They were catching up, getting closer and closer until suddenly POOF! They were gone. Amy inexplicably found herself in a cheap motel room with two guys staring at her. The room smelt of beer and cheeseburgers and the floral patterns on the covers and curtains had long since faded. On the small table lay a couple of guns and a knife and the walls were lined with newspaper articles about missing persons.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" asked the green-eyed male model looking guy.
"My name is Amy Pond," she answered carefully in her Scottish accent "and I have no idea."
Suddenly, there was a great flash of light and a rather confused looking man was standing in the room.
"Great, so now we gotta deal with him as well?" complained the giant standing next to the male model. And he was right. They had to deal with complete strangers appearing in their bedroom.