In an effort to stop one of the greatest beasts of the time war before they are created, the Doctor travels to a solar system of humans 500 years ahead of Amy and Rory's time, where they encounter a misfit crew and the word "Companion" takes on a whole new meaning.
"So where're we going this time?" A perky voice slanted with a Scottish accent floated down the stairs, soon followed by its owner. Amelia Pond, dressed in her typical short skirt, tights and jacket jumped down the staircase two at a time, trailed by her husband Rory, who wore his usual ill-printed shirt and a facial expression that was part dejected defeat and part pure love for his firecracker wife.
It was an expression the Doctor knew well, after all, he too was married to a brilliant, volatile beauty who could put him to shame.
"Got a distress call on the psychic paper, coming from a star system not too far away from Earth. Lovely little place, you know there are two moons that they call the dancing giants..."
"Doctor," Amy interrupted, "What does it say, and can we please stay out of scared little children's cupboards this time?"
"Two by two, hands of blue." He said without looking up from the console, twisting one of the knobs that looked like it had been pulled from an old tap.
"Well what's that supposed to mean?" Rory asked
"No idea!" The Doctor exclaimed, throwing a lever with a flourish and wheeling his arm around like a rocker exaggerating a guitar strum, "but that's the fun, traveling the universe, answering house calls, danger, intrigue, and love!"
"Doctor, do I have to point out that the last time something was strong enough to call you on the psychic paper, it was an alien who was afraid his mummy and daddy didn't love him enough, and turned me into a DOLL?"
"Yes, but, I've checked and the Tenza are nowhere near this region of space, why the human race is still in its infancy, perfectly content to think you're alone in the universe. As a culture, you won't even meet the Silurians again for another 500 years!"
"Alright, but if we run into a scared little girl, I reserve the right to say 'I told you so' deal?" Amy asked and extended one of her manicured hands toward the Doctor. He looked at it for a moment, noting the red polish, and had a strange mental image of Rory painting them.
"Erm, what's that?" Rory asked, pointing to a hologram that had just appeared of himself applying nail polish to Amy's fingers while she read a book.
"Sorry!" the Doctor replied sliding around the console and flipping three switches. The hologram vanished, and the Doctor continued
"Sorry, circuit got stuck, it transforms your mental images into images others can see. All fixed now, maybe, but yes you may tell me you told me so, and OFF we go to Persephone!"
All three clung to various bits of the TARDiS as it entered its landing sequence, the familiar sonic rasp of the brakes filling the air.
"We have one and he has two, coming in a box of blue. We have one and he has two, coming in a box of blue." River didn't realize that she was repeating the words over and over again to herself. Talking about the visions sometimes helped her to get them to leave her head, but this one persisted.
There was a man coming, a wonderful sad man in his blue box, and she knew what he looked like without ever having seen his face. She knew that he could help all of them, and that he would, because that was his job. She'd seen the same look in her brother's eyes, because he was a Doctor too. But the New Doctor was older than Simon, impossibly old, but he was coming, in a box that was bigger on the inside, and she smiled to herself.
See shepherd? I knew that was how they built the Ark.