The leader or Torchwood led the two time travelers down the corridor faintly reminiscent of the Silo at the end of the universe. The Doctor followed along stubbornly with that slight frustrated look on his face. This prompted Amy to tease him. "Oh Mr. Grumpy Face again?" she laughed quietly. The Doctor shot her a glare. Amy was taken aback. "You know him?" she asked softly. The hum of the machines drowned out her voice from Harkness

The Doctor looked at Amy and replied enigmatically, "Not this man."

Amy was puzzled and was about to question again when they reached the end of the hall. To the left was a sectioned off control room. There was a beat computer, switches and buttons all over the walls. "Ooh busy bee," the Doctor remarked. He feigned his wondrousness quite nicely. "Very, very busy." He stepped in a swept around, surveying the room with his hands halfway in the air and at his side. "What's all this for?" he pointed and looked at the captain. "No wait hold on." He surveyed the room again. "Controls are for-"

"It's linked up to the transducer," explained the captain.

"You want more light?" the Doctor exclaimed bewilderedly.

"There's an alien invasion. Where've you been?"

"Really?" the Time Lord responded. His face was scrunched up. "Amy!" Why don't you tell me? Blimey, that thump on the head must've been hard."

"Well I'm sorry," Amy played along. "You were too busy talking."

"We received a transmission from the mother ship," Harkness said.

"And now you want to blow it out of the sky?" finished the Doctor.

"They're a threat."

"Diplomacy? Negotiation?"

"We're at war! We didn't start it. They attacked us first."

"Yes wait but hold on, the mutants on that street. Who were they?"

"Those aren't mutants William. They're a whole different species." The Doctor looked at the captain quizzically. "They attacked us. Someone tipped us off that more were coming and then the message came in. It's getting late. I'll get Rhea to show you where you can stay."

Rhea was a tall skinny woman with brown hair down to her shoulders. It was parted from the right to the left and graced her left shoulder with a smooth ponytail. Amy reckoned that she'd be an actress or a model if she were back in 21st century London. "Where is this place anyway?" Amy piped up. "'Cause I mean, Will and I've been running for how long? We kind of lost track of direction." She added a wink in the Time Lord's direction that told him he had some explaining to do.

"It's New Cardiff."

"Because they've got an old one too," Amy laughed.

"No," Rhea started. "Because it's New Earth. You're Scottish."

"Yeah," the Doctor cut in. "Up from New Glasgow. I moved up there a long long time ago. How we met each other."

"Well I don't blame either of you for not having straight bearings. Information gets broken and changed over long distances in times like these."

"Oh and the captain of yours," Amy went on. "Quite a looker isn't he? Though he's a bit old for me."

"Amy," the Time Lord said with complaint.

"Good luck trying to get anything out of him," Rhea laughed. "He's not much of a romancer."

"Now really?" The Doctor was surprised. "Why's that?" In the back of his mind, he assumed he already knew the answer.

"Don't really know. He doesn't talk to us much if it's not Torchwood related. We don't know anything about him actually."

"But you trust him?" Amy questioned. "I mean, he could be leading the aliens straight for us and you'd never know."

"Who else can we trust?" Rhea asked. "Besides, I don't think he's like that. By that look in his eyes, it's like he's lost something and he's trying to keep from forgetting." They stopped in front of a metal door. "Here you are then. There's a lock on the inside for privacy. Sweet dreams hopefully."

When the Doctor and Amy were left in their little room with two makeshift beds, Amy said, "Explain. Again. First River and now this."

"I don't know what you're talking about," denied the Time Lord, sitting down on his bed.

"Aw Mr. Grumpy Face."

"Amelia!" snapped the Doctor. Amy jumped back. "Sorry. Do you have a headache?"

"What?"

"You have a headache don't you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"The air outside always gives you headaches. Come here."

"A-alright." Amy said down next to the Doctor. He started to rub her temples.

Don't panic. Think yes if you can hear me. Amy was a bit startled to here the Doctor's voice in her head.

Yes.

The Doctor let go. "Alright! Feel better now?" It's a telepathic link. There's a camera in the top right corner, don't look now. The room has been bugged. "Headache should be gone by morning," No, don't listen to my voice. Listen to me inside your head. Follow my lead all the time. "You'll feel better later. How are you now?" And don't try to talk while you're thinking to me like I am. You don't have the coordination. If you understand say out loud "It's a bit better."

"It's a bit better," obeyed Amy.

"Well that's good." The Doctor clapped his hands together. "Now get to sleep. Big day tomorrow." There was a small candle on the ground in between them along with what looked like a lighter. The Doctor blew out the candle after Amy returned to her bed and lay down on it. She faced away from the Doctor. Each had their backs to each other.

It's a two way link. The Doctor's voice found her mind again. What was it that you wanted to tell me?

Do you know him?

There was no reply for a while and Amy was afraid that the Doctor had fallen asleep. That would have been a record. No, the Doctor replied finally. I told you. Not this man.

But what does that mean? Amy pleaded.

It means what it means.

Is it like River Song? You're going to keep meeting him one way or another except he's your past and you're his future? This is going to be the first time he ever sees you. And that's why you can't let the cameras or bugs here.

Not quite. He knows me… from a long long long time ago. But my face has changed. I'm not the Time Lord he knew anymore and it's better that way.

You're just going to run away again? You're the one yabbering about timelines and all that.

I also yabber about not interfering with events in time.

And yet you do anyway.

I'm afraid Amy, is that alright? I'm scared and that's the truth. I'm scared of what he's going to do when he finds out and I'm scared to face him because of what I did in his past –or rather what I didn't do. But we also have to fix this.

So you want to run away but you can't. Is your life always this complicated?

Yes.

How do you keep up? How I'm supposed to keep up?

You don't. But Amy, you have to promise me one thing.

What?

I'm not the Doctor here. My name is William Clark who happens to be terribly magnificent, do you understand me? And you're just Amy Pond, just a normal Scottish girl. You don't know much about aliens. Not a word about the Atraxi, Prisoner Zero, the Daleks, Starship UK or the Angels or anything. No TARDIS, no Time Lords.

Hang on. What about the TARDIS? We can't just leave it parked out there.

She's smart enough the take care of herself. You can't see her unless you try, perception filter. But Amy, do you understa-

Yeah I know. No such thing as the Doctor. Just some bloke named William and I'm his friend. No need to tell me twice.

Good now go to sleep.

Sorry if that huge telepathic conversation was a story killer.

I don't ship Amy/11 by the way so don't expect anything.