I still need to sort a schedule, so sorry about that. Another very short chapter today- I wanted to keep the updates coming but I have serious writer's block at the moment, which is why the chapters are so short. They'll lengthen, I promise! Anyways, enjoy!
The TARDIS was misbehaving, or so the Doctor thought. It was supposed to be at least mildly helpful, and get you fairly close to your destination, but when the three stepped out of the doors the sight that greeted them was most certainly not the USA in 5094.
In fact, the view presented something that looked very much like a spaceship: metal cladding, 'science-y lights' (Rory's perception) that were situated in the centre of the large room's ceiling and several objects that looked like they had the potential to kill somebody with.
"Oh, I didn't realise the USA was so sparsely populated," remarked Amy sarcastically, "but seriously, Doctor, where are we?" she asked.
"Okay, the good news is that we are in 5094-" started the Doctor, and Rory and Amy let out an audible sigh of relief at this. "-but we're in the middle of space on the other side of the universe, and not in fact in America at all. That was the bad news, if you didn't guess already," he finished. His friends groaned at this.
"Every time, Doctor! You always get us lost," said Rory, clearly exasperated. Amy gave a nod of agreement, and promptly started fiddling with the large gadgets dotted around the room. The Doctor, seeing this, moved to stop her, but she was already pulling levers and pushing buttons on one particularly menacing machine. It was made of rusted metal and glass, with an eerie green light in the middle of it. Spikes protruded angrily off the sides and the whole thing was really a big red flag saying STAY AWAY. The Doctor made several hapless attempts to get her away from the object, followed by some equally hapless attempts by Rory. Amy's movement became robotic and zombie-like, which made her friends take a closer look at her expressionless face.
"Amy? Amy, are you OK?" asked the Doctor. No reply. "Amy. Seriously," he continued. Silence.
"Amy. Wake up," said Rory urgently, but he trailed off and started to stare with the same trance-like quality at the hypnotic green light.