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Note: This story takes place directly after Vincent and the Doctor, just so you know :)
The rabbit hole was endless, a strange pit of darkness and impossible flashes of light that continued on for quite some time.
"Was that a clock?" Amy turned, but the object had already passed. Indeed, she was not alone in the hole, her companions consisting of books (which she hastily dodged) clocks, thing-a-ma-bobs, and was that my old dollhouse?
"The doctor's gonna kill me…well, if he finds out…which he won't!" Amy reasoned with herself, imagining explaining why she jumped to the Doctor. Probably the same reason she ran away with the Doctor.
"What am I running from now, though…" she spoke softly.
She wasn't ready to answer that question yet.
The hole was lighting and, was she falling slower?
Ughf! Amy landed in a heap, her limbs falling over themselves, her scarlet hair a tangled mess. "At least I didn't hit my head…in whatever this… is," Amy turned slowly, taking in her surroundings.
Dust filtered through the stale air of the completely circular room, strangely shaped doors of various sizes lining the walls. The room had a feeling of neglect, like a forgotten place in an old house.
A rush of a sparking something filled Amy, the same feeling that ran through her when she stepped foot on the Starship U.K
"Oh, I know you weren't there before!" Amy moved quickly, eyeing the small glass table that stood at the center of the room. Circling the table, Amy noted the small bottle on the tabletop.
"Drink me," the elegant tag attached to the bottle read.
Ha! As if she was that mad.
The Scottish girl picked up the bottle carefully, noting the odd glimmering quality of the silver liquid inside.
"So, I'm just supposed to drink you, yeah? And just, not think?" the redhead spoke out loud, watching the liquid with dazed eyes. Strange how it seemed to hold the light... glittered like diamonds… and…tears?
Amy looked down with amazement at her hand. Yes, that was a tear.
She was crying. Why was she crying? Something about diamonds…
Amy wiped her tears away, the same ache pounding in her chest that she felt with Vincent.
"Even here, huh?" Amy laughed bitterly. "Crying for oh, no particular reason.…even down a rabbit hole," Amy laughed again. It was not a pleasant sound.
"Well, I don't have time for this. I have a very important date and I think I'm late," Amy said without thinking. Wait, what important date? What am I saying?
Amy clenched the bottle tightly in her hand, knuckles turning white. She released a breath she didn't know that she had. Quickly, to distract herself, she glanced back at the glass table.
"Oh, come on! Again?" Amy exclaimed, rolling her eyes.
There, lying innocently on the tabletop, was a small golden key. Which she knew for a fact had not been there before.
Amy squared her shoulders. Clearly, someone, or something, was trying to tell her something. And who was she to deny their silent request?
With a clink and a gulp, Amy drank a tiny portion of the bottle, the key grasped in her hand.
Apparently, I am this mad…