"Doctor? Doctor what's happening?"
Amy tried to stand, but found the Tardis was shaking too much for her to do more than crawl.
"Doctor, what-" At that moment she was cut off as the Tardis jolted, and shuddered to a stop. She attempted to stand, and found the Tardis had gone completely still.
She pulled herself up on the console and looked around the other side. The Doctor was lying on the floor a few feet away, eyes closed and breathing steadily.
"Not a great time to take a nap, Doctor. Wakey wakey, we need to find out why we were in 16th Century Paris, and now we're not."
Amy wondered over to the Doctor, gripping the console cautiously, as if the Tardis might suddenly take off again. She knelt down next to him and shook his shoulder.
Unconscious. Great.
She leant over and pulled his head into her lap.
"Doctor, I can't work the Tardis. I don't know how to fly her, so we're stuck here until you decide to wake up."
The was a tap on the door.
Was that a-
Another tap.
She got up to warily, gently lying the Doctor's head back on the floor, and went over to the blue double doors. On her tiptoes slightly, she managed to see through the small rectangular windows at the top.
It looked like-
Rory.
Immediately she wrenched open the door and pulled him inside, a quick look at the surroundings showed they were in exactly the same place. Strange.
Amy threw herself at Rory, suffocating him with a massive hug. He gently disentangled herself and proceeded to speak.
"Um, why did you just take off? I've been stuck with angry French people for 3 days. Very angry French people. Who seem to think we were lying about the Slitheen, and are a little annoyed that there's green goo all over their pub."
Amy frowned.
"3 days? The Tardis just shut the door on us. We only came back to get the Doctor's jacket, and it just took off."
"Oh God, the Doctor!" She remembered the Doctor unconscious and bounded across the Tardis and up the steps 3 at a time. She skidded to a halt just before she could fall over him.
Kneeling down she said,
"After the Tardis had stopped throwing us around, I looked over and found him like this. Is he alright?"
Rory looked him over.
"Yeah, unconscious just like you said. Looks like he just hit his head, he'll be fine. I didn't know Time Lords fell unconscious."
"Me neither."
They looked at each other for a second that felt like a year.
Rory was the first to break the silence.
"So um, what do we do?"
A smile started to form on Amy's face.
"Water. We need a bucket of water. And it needs to be cold."
About 7 minutes later, Rory was handing a bucket of very cold water to Amy, who was standing by the Doctor's head. They had found a room which didn't appear to have anything damageable in it, and looked waterproof enough.
Amy lifted the bucket, and upended it onto the Doctor's upturned face.
"Wha-" The Doctor coughed and spluttered for about a second, before jumping up and waving his Sonic Screwdriver through the air as if to fend off attackers.
Amy was beside herself with laughter, and Rory was not much better.
The Doctor clicked what was happening and scowled.
"This jacket was one of a kind! Oscar Wilde himself gave it to me."
Amy and Rory were lost in laughter and would be for a while. The Doctor realised this and marched off into the console room, shrugging off his soaked jacket as he went.