Everything sounded oddly quiet for a blue box bursting through time and space.

Amelia examined her slightly bitten nails; covered in ever so slightly chipped aqua blue Max Factor nail varnish, resisting the temptation to snack on them. She was sat on the only decent chair in the box, legs crossed. She would watch the Doctor go round in courageous circles around the system of the machine every now and again. She took 2, maybe 3 glances at the mobile phone the Doctor was having a chat to. She then examined the system, it seems to be the only functioning thing going here, she thought.

"I didn't know a person such as you could handle such a machine. A time-travelling telephone box. Who'd a thought." Uttered the caller.

Amelia snorted at the comment. The Doctor took a glimpse at Amelia, and raised an eyebrow. They've had this witty battle for 15 minutes, now it's his turn to strike once again.

"Well…who'd a thought that "that guy with the flying telephone box" would end up saving your life" Doctor replied, with a smirk.

"You didn't save my life; you assisted in rescuing me from mild dangers" The caller replied almost instantly. Amelia looked at the dumbfounded Doctor in shock of the quick comeback. "I would have been fine."

"Well how do you explain, your cry for help?" The Doctor replied, eyes squinting with curiosity, creating numerous frown lines.

"If it was a plead for help, it would indicate that again, my life was in grave danger, and I needed someone's help" The caller replied, with no sign of specific emotion in their voice. "I was just bored of my plain, blank surroundings."

"I thought jails in Shanghai were, I don't know, artful." Amelia uttered. There was a long pause. The Doctor snorted. "What? It's a nice, artful country"

"Yes, and they were making "artful" ways from the jails to the keys" the caller replied. Amelia scrunched her face, and mimed the words they said in disgrace.

"Are you usually this cocky to people?" Amelia asked.

"I wouldn't describe myself as vain. I just seem to keep having to correct people that obviously don't know what they're thinking, or talking about." The caller replied.

A long pause. "Hmm, and apparently, some of those people can't take a hint."

Amelia furrowed her brows and opened her mouth to speak, but the Doctor managed to utter words first. "So, smart-arse. Where do you want us to go for your work?" The Doctor asked. Accented the word "your" for emphasis.

"The tone of that voice sounds like you're indicating that I should be doing this particular job." The caller replied, emotionless. "Well, answer me this. If a squirrel and a fish wanted one specific nut, which was in the ocean, which one is the best to get it?"

A long, awkward pause followed by trade of looks off the Doctor and Amy. "The fish?" The Doctor guessed.

"Precisely." The caller replied. The Doctor and Amelia traded looks. She looked angry. She moved her index finger in a circle, indicating to pick up the pace.

"Right, great. Destination. Now." The Doctor demanded, taking long pauses with each word. He pressed his arms on the side of the tardis system, pushing his weight onto it.

"Make your way to Speedy's Café. Where you hide your blue box thing is up to you." The caller replied.

"Right, is that it?" The Doctor replied, at bit more comfortable now.

"You should know the rest. His number should be on your thing on what you call a mobile" The caller replied, with a smile in his voice. "Just after you've arranged your little date with him. Make sure to check up on him when he sets foot outside."

"Right, and it's not a date. It's a meeting. Where about does he live?" The Doctor asked.

"221B Baker Street. Don't take too long, he's not a fan of people being late, or people watching him for that matter."