Amy and Canton got out of the car and approached the doors of Graystark Orphanage. Canton raised his hand and knocked on the dark oak doors. A shuffling sound came from within and then the door slowly creaked open, a disheveled looking man peering out at his visitors. "Hello?" he asked hesitantly.
Canton held up his old badge. "FBI. You must be Dr. Renfrew. Can we come in?"
Dr. Renfrew hesitantly glanced back inside, before looking back at his unwelcome guests. "The children are asleep!"
"We'll be very quiet." Amy assured him.
Still very much reluctant, Dr. Renfrew asked, "Is there a problem?"
"It's about a missing child." Canton told him, somewhat sternly. Missing children were no laughing matter.
"What are you...?" Dr. Renfrew murmured. Seeing the looks on Canton and Amy's faces, he conceded, stepping back to let them in. "Yes, yes, come in, please."
Canton and Amy stepped into the house. As they worked their way upstairs, they noticed giant warnings written on the walls saying things such as 'GET OUT' and 'LEAVE NOW'. They shared a concerned look but continued to follow Dr. Renfrew.
"Please excuse the writing." Renfrew said sheepishly, pausing by the writing. "It keeps happening. I try to clean it up."
"It's the kids, yeah?" Amy asked for her own peace of mind. "They do that."
"Yes. The children. It must be. Yes." Renfrew replied uncertainly. Renfrew raised a cloth to the wall, wiping softy, and the words 'GET OUT' could be seen on his arm as well as the walls. "Anyway, my office is this way…" he said, leading them through the abandoned building.
"We nearly didn't come to this place." Canton noted, making conversation as the trio walked up the stairs. "I understood Graystark Hall was closed in '67."
Dr. Renfrew nodded."That's the plan, yes."
Amy looked confused. "The plan?"
"Not long now, yes." confirmed Renfrew.
"It's 1969." Canton informed him.
"No no, we close in '67. That's the plan, yes."
"You misunderstood me, sir." Canton said softly. "It's 1969 now."
Dr. Renfrew paused, looking back at Amy and Canton, perplexed. "Why are you saying that? Of course it isn't."
Canton nodded. "July."
Renfrew looked momentarily horrified. July 1969? It just wasn't possible. The moment passed, however, and his expression became normal once again. "...my office is this way, this way."
Amy looked back at Canton. "I'll check upstairs." she said quietly.
"Be careful." Canton requested, following Dr. Renfrew.
Amy separated from Canton, heading upstairs. She entered a large room filled with empty, disused beds. More words plastered the walls, pleas such as 'LEAVE ME ALONE' and 'GET OUT'.
OoOoOo
The Doctor was laying on his back on the floor. He was at the very top of Apollo 11, surrounded by wires and electrical equipment, fiddling with the machinery. His pocket beeped and he pulled out a non-terrestrial communication device. "Amy?"
Amy's voice spoke out through the device. "I think we've found the place she was taken from."
"How do you know?" he asked, needing to be sure.
"'Cause those things have been here, but the whole place is deserted. There's just one guy here and I think he's lost it."
"Repeated memory wipes." he confirmed. "They fry your head eventually. Find out what you can, but don't hang around."
"Where are you?"
The Doctor was about to answer, but the arrival of badly timed guests cut the conversation short. "Gotta go! Got company." He stopped fiddling with the electrical equipment and sat up. "Don't worry," he assured them, "I put everything back the way I found it." He looked at his hand, which held a piece of equipment "…except this. There's always a bit left over, isn't there." he said bashfully.
The two Apollo 11 workers who had interrupted the Doctor looked at each other in confusion. Neither of them noticed the steadily beeping device the Doctor had fixed into the wires.
OoOoOo
Back at Graystark Hall, Amy was exploring the room with the unkempt beds. She was glancing around cautiously when the door slammed shut behind her. Panicked, she raced to the door and struggled to open it, but to no avail. While trying to jiggle the handle, Amy noticed a red flashing light on her palm. She pressed the light and awaited the message that would surely tell her that the creatures were close.
'I can see them, but I think they're asleep. Get out! Just get out!'
Now well and truly scared, Amy tried to open the door again, but it just wasn't budging. She raced around the room, trying each window in the hope that she would find an escape. As she lifted her arms to try another window, Amy noticed markings on her arms. Looking at her reflection in the window she saw the tally marks covered her face, too. Turning slowly, she cast her eyes up to the ceiling, seeing several of the creatures hanging upside down, seemingly asleep. Amy quietly made her way across the room, desperately trying not to make a sound. As she neared the door, however, she accidentally knocked over a bin with a loud clatter. She froze, carefully turning around and seeing one of the creatures wake. She reached for her palm, ready to record what she could see, but when she looked down she forgot all about the danger. As suddenly as it had closed, the door to the room opened again, and Amy walked out slowly, unaware of the creature watching her.
OoOoOo
At Cape Kennedy, the Doctor sat in a chair, handcuffed and guarded by two men, a Mr. Gardner and Mr. Grant. He appeared to be in a large hall, a table to his right holding various papers and models related to the space program.
"Now one more time, sir." Mr. Gardner said through clenched teeth. "How the hell did you get in to the command module?"
"I told you! I'm on a top secret mission for the President." the Doctor repeated for what felt like the tenth time. Growing impatient, he tried gnawing through the handcuffs.
Still not believing him, Mr. Gardner scoffed. "Well maybe if you just get President Nixon to assure us of that, sir, that would be swell."
The Doctor casually flipped his hair out of his eyes. "I sent him a message."
Right on time, President Nixon strolled into the hall through the double doors, Amy, River and Lyra following behind him, all wearing suits. "Hello!" greeted Nixon, firmly shaking the hand of a very shocked Mr. Gardner. "I believe it's Mr. Gardner, is that correct? Head of Security?"
"Ah, yes, sir! Yes, Mr. President!" he confirmed, standing to attention and looking flustered.
The President turned his attention to Mr. Gardner's colleague. "Mr. Grant, is it?" he asked, shaking his hand.
Mr. Grant gave a single nod, standing to attention like his colleague had "Yes, Mr. President!"
"The hopes and dreams of millions of Americans stand here today, at Cape Kennedy, and you are the men who guard those dreams. On behalf of the American people, I thank you."
"You're welcome, Mr. President!" said Gardner.
"I understand you have a baby on the way, Mr. Grant!" Nixon stated.
Surprised that the President would know about that, Grant gave another nod. "Yes, Mr. President!"
"What are you hoping for, a boy or a girl?" asked Nixon.
"Just a healthy American, sir."
Nixon smiled. "A healthy American will do just nicely! Now, fellas, listen." he said, moving the conversation on. "This man here, Code name, The Doctor, is doing some work for me, personally. Could you cut him a little slack?" he requested.
"Uh, Mr. President, he did break into Apollo 11." Gardner said hesitantly.
Nixon paused, looking at the Doctor, who mouthed a sheepish 'sorry'. At the same time, River and Rory shared a bemused look, while Lyra just suppressed a giggle. Shaking off all confusion, Nixon looked back at the Guards. "Well, I'm sure he had a very good reason for that." he said, not entirely believing his own words. "But I need you to release him now, so he can get on with some very important work for the American people. Could you do that for me?"
Looking unsure, Mr. Grant said, "Well..."
"Son, I am your Commander in Chief." Nixon said sternly, deciding pulling rank was the only way to ensure the Doctor's release.
It worked. Mr. Gardner, through fear of punishment of the highest degree, conceded. "Then I guess, that would be fine, Mr. President."
"Glad to hear it."
The Guards released the Doctor, who leapt up and straightened his bow-tie. "Thank you! Bye bye!" he said, hurrying from the hall.
"Carry on, gentlemen." Nixon said with a nod, turning and leaving with Lyra and River.
Rory lingered behind, admiring one of the models on the table. He reached over, touching it and accidentally breaking a piece off. He looked at the Guards, then at the model satellite dish he'd broken off. Putting the broken dish down, he offered a nervous salute. "America salutes you." he said weakly, before turning to follow his friends out.
OoOoOo
At Graystark Hall, Canton stood in Dr. Renfrew's office with him, glancing around. "This place… it's been closed for years. What have you been doing?" he asked.
"Oh, the child. She must be cared for. It's important. That's what they said." Renfrew responded, rambling to himself more than answering the question.
Finally feeling like he might be getting somewhere, Canton asked, "That's what who said?"
OoOoOo
Upstairs in Graystark Hall, Amy walked through a corridor, torch in hand to light the dim halls. She approached a door that had a hatch, and as she got nearer the hatch opened, revealing a woman's face. Her features were harsh and she wore what, to Amy, looked like a futuristic eye patch. "Hello? Who are you?" she asked the woman.
The eye patch wearing woman just stared at Amy for a few moments before looking off to the side. "No," she said, as though talking to someone else. "I think she's just dreaming." With that, the hatch closed.
Amy walked up to the door and pulled it open, thinking she'd see the woman. Instead, she stepped into an empty bedroom that appeared to belong to a child. "Hello? I saw you, looking through the hatch…" Amy trailed off, looking back at the door. She shone her torch on it, finding that there was no hatch. Trying to ignore the growing dread, Amy began to explore the room. At the back of the room there was a chest of draws full of photographs of a little girl. Amy shone her torch over them until she saw, hidden at the back, one particular photo that confused and scared her. It was a picture of her holding a baby. "How? How can that be me?" she asked herself.
Amy was looking down at the picture in horror when she heard the heavy footfalls of the astronaut. She spun around, staring at the astronaut. "Who are you?" she asked desperately. "I don't understand so just tell me who you are!" she begged. The astronaut lifted its visor, revealing the little girl. The glass of the helmet was shattered from where the astronaut had been shot, and Amy looked on sadly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to shoot you. I'm glad I missed." she reassured the girl. "But you killed the Doctor. Or you're gonna kill him. But who are you? Just please, tell me, because I don't understand."
The girl just stared pleadingly at Amy. "Please help me. Help me, please." she urged.
Two of the creatures appeared in the doorway, entering the room. Amy screamed. The door closed.