Amy, Rory and PC Charles watched from a short distance as regeneration energy surrounded the Doctor. Thinking quickly, Amy walked forward and planted a kiss on the Doctor's cheek. The regeneration energy disappeared and Amy sighed in relief. Rory, however, didn't look too happy.
"Why did you kiss the Doctor?" he asked furiously.
"To save his life. He was going to die, Rory. You remember Utah, don't you?" Amy replied.
"But you're only supposed to kiss me. Aren't I supposed to be the one you love? I thought we were a couple, Amy. "He said.
"We are a couple. We always will be. It's just… I had to save the Doctor's life somehow, Rory." Amy said. "He's a big part of my life and you know that. I'm not going to let the alien I've known for 15 years die."
"What is it with humans and arguing with their other halves?" the Doctor said, frowning. "Aren't you supposed to love each other? And what do you mean "Utah"? What happened in Utah?"
"Spoilers." Amy said simply.
"That sounds like something River would say…." The Doctor murmured. "Surely you can't be River as well? Why is everybody River?"
"What do you mean everybody is River? Don't tell me! You believe in that reincarnation nonsense, don't you?" Charles asked, confused.
"Long story." Rory said. "One that involves me locking Hitler in a cupboard."
"If you'd met me before you'd landed in World War Two, I would have happily handcuffed Hitler for you." He said. "Oh, you wouldn't believe how much I want to go back in time and lock up that silly evil twat."
"And this is all rather off topic." Complained the Doctor. "We've got more important things to worry about than locking up Hitler in a prison cell. We need to get to the bottom of this killer bedbugs invasion and fast."
The Doctor,Amy,Rory and PC Charles walked out of the TARDIS, which had dematerialised in front of a small supermarket. At the top of the building's exterior was a large sign. On it was a big,purple tick and big,white lettering which spelt the name "Proudfoots". The Doctor, Amy, Rory and PC Charles walked inside and headed towards some newspapers gathered on a bottom shelf. The Doctor picked up one called "The evening news" and stared horrified at the heading.
WOMAN'S GRANDDAUGHTER DIES. CAUSE OF DEATH UNKNOWN.
"The bedbugs have taken someone." The Doctor said to his companions.
"Wait a minute. It says here that the Granddaughter still hasn't stopped dying. How is that possible?" asked Charles.
"It's not. I think we better pay her a visit. Does it mention her name? "he asked.
"Yes. It says here that she's called Betty Grenson." Replied Charles.
Waving his hands about to attract attention, the Doctor shouted "Excuse me! Does anybody know Betty Grenson? I need her address."
The shoppers didn't know what to make of this strange man. Should they trust him? In the end, one of them approached the Doctor and said "She lives on Scalby road. Number 33, I believe, unless she and her granddaughter have moved again."
"Thank you. If I had one of those cool stickers on me, I'd give you one straight away!" the Doctor said. "Unfortunately, one of my companions here seems to have moved them. He didn't take kindly to the "Stop dying" sticker. "
The Doctor, Amy, Rory and PC Charles soon found themselves sat in Betty's front room, sipping cups of tea. Betty's living room was quite an old fashioned one. The walls were decorated with a light brown pattern covered with swirls and circles whilst the carpet was tatty and made of a dark brown material. It was covered with dust and looked like it had seen better days. On the wall was a broken cuckoo clock, with the glass in front of the clock itself broken. In the corner was a vintage TV with the tiniest of screens. This was a woman who you could say is lost in the modern day, with no sign of anything modern at all. Even the sofa and chairs that they were sat on were quite vintage-like.
Betty entered the room,cup of tea in one hand. She had long, white hair and withered skin.
"We're here about you're granddaughter." Said the Doctor.
"She hasn't befriended someone else on that Twatter thing, has she?" Betty said,sighing.
"Twatter? What's Twatter?" he asked. "You humans haven't invented a separate chat site for idiots now, have you?"
"Doctor, I think she means Twitter." Amy said.
"Oh, Twitter! That pointless human obsession!" the Doctor exclaimed. "No, we're not here about Twitter. We're here about her never-ending death."
"What death? My daughter's perfectly fine, thank you very much." Betty said, confusion spreading on her face.
"But she isn't. Show me where she is. I can prove it to you." Said the Doctor.
Betty led them into a more modernized room. The colour blue shined out the door from the wallpaper and carpet and dotted around it were various gadgets including a laptop and a mobile phone. On a cabinet opposite a bed was a small, black flatscreen TV. It was the bed,which was covered in a plane white duvet, however, that drew the Doctor's view. On it was a young woman, possibly around her 30s, with short, Brown hair. The Doctor, Amy, Rory and PC Charles pinched their noses to stop the horrible, rotting smell surrounding the room as they watched the woman trying to die.
"Is she ever going to stop dying, Doctor?" asked PC Charles, who found tears falling down his face rapidly.
"I don't think so, Charles." Said the Doctor sadly. "There was a myth that my parents taught me when I was young. It was about a plague of bedbugs that terrorized a town. According to the myth, the alien bedbugs were unleashed on the town by an unknown higher force. The residents were doomed to die forever."
In the corner, something odd started to happen. Betty started shaking uncontrollably. She started shaking her head viciously as if something was trying to get out. Then she opened her mouth slowly and millions of bedbugs crawled out towards the Doctor and his companions.