"You shot my TARDIS!" The Doctor screamed. The Time Lord was frantically running around looking for a way to fix the bullet hole in the console of his Time and Space Machine.

"It's your fault," Mels replied.

The Doctor was about to reply when all the lights in the TARDIS shut off.

"YOU'VE KILLED MY TARDIS!" The Doctor lunged at Mels with an expressed interest in ending her life.

"Doctor! Stop it!" Amy and Rory screamed simultaneously while trying to hold their friend back.

"SHE SHOT MY TARDIS!" The Doctor was red with rage.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't have challenged me, Doctor, that's the easiest way to get a girl heated…" Mels was staring at him fondly while twirling her hair flirtatiously.

"CHALLENGED YOU?!" The Doctor was steaming.

"Something about a 'state of temporal grace'" She was mocking his voice at this point, smirking at him as if to antagonize him further.

"Mels, stop it!" Amy said sternly.

"Yea…what she said," Rory said weakly.

Amy rolled her eyes, "Mels, apologize for shooting the TARDIS."

Mels chuckled, "What are you my mum?"

Amy looked at her with a stern look on her face, but Mels just stood there and smiled.

The tension was then interrupted by a loud groaning noise coming from the console.

"Doctor, are you going to be able to fix her?" She looked at him with a concerned look.

"No, not this time," he looked down at his feet, "the TARDIS is," he took a deep breath, "dead."

"So," Rory started to speak, "where are we exactly?"

"Rory," the Doctor marched over to where Rory was standing, "we were, quite literally, shot down mid flight." The Doctor glared at Mels, she waved at him cheekily. "We'll be lucky if we materialized somewhere within the realm of existence."

"And that's…" he struggled to find an appropriate adjective, "bad?"

"BAD?!" The Doctor was fuming again. "Rory Pond, bad is losing at astro-tennis, bad is talking about kids on the first date, bad is saying that, yes, that dress does indeed make you look fat," he was gesticulating frantically, "but THIS, this is downright horrific, we may never be able to leave this ship again."

Rory stared at him, terrified, and began to speak, "yea, I would say that's pretty bad."

This time both The Doctor and Mels rolled their eyes at Rory.

"So, Doctor," Amy said, "would this classify as within the realm of existence?"

The Doctor looked at Amy and noticed that she had one of the TARDIS doors open, "Amy, get away from there!" He rushed over to close the door, but something caught his eye. The world outside was a familiar one, the sky was a burnt orange, the trees had leaves that reflected the light of the planet's two suns, it was a world that The Doctor could never forget.

"Doctor, where are we?" Amy had fear in her voice.

"We can't be…" The Doctor took a step on to the ground outside the TARDIS. He took a few more steps and looked around, analyzing his surroundings.

Amy and Rory followed him out of the TARDIS, being sure to watch where they were stepping.

Mels was standing in the doorway of the TARDIS, leaning against the door with her arms crossed. "So Doctor," She called out, The Doctor was quickly distancing himself from the rest of the group, "do you know where we are?"

"Yes," he was still examining the planet, "but it's not possible."

Rory began to speak, "Doctor," Amy glared at him to ensure he wouldn't say anything stupid, "if you know where we are," Rory acknowledged Amy's glare, "what's the problem?"

"This isn't a problem, Rory," The Doctor was becoming more sure of his surroundings, "a problem is finding Atlantis and sinking it, again," Amy was taken aback by the statement, as if he was speaking from experience, "this Rory, is not just a problem, this is your worst nightmare."

"Is the Dalek's home planet or something?" Amy sounded very sure of her response.

"Oh, Amelia, it's much worse than the Dalek's home planet," he paused and took a breath, "it's mine."