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A pale man with wide eyes is spinning in the middle of a field. If a normal person were to see him, they would think he's mental. "Beautiful day." He slurs, still spinning. Then, a man in a nicely dressed tux and two others in full uniform, similarly dressed as the lunatic, with guns walked up in front of him. The nicely dressed man looks at the mad man's face, and sees two lip-stick stains on his upper cheek, one bright pink, the other a dark red. He pulls out a hanky, wipes both of the stains, examines then, and looks up at the men. "Bring him." He says, and his two goons follow his orders, and bring him to the main cabin of the rich man's ship. He looks at the man, and says "Hallucinogenic lipstick." He says, and the sound bounces off the walls. He frowns. "They're here."

~DW~
Doctor River Song struts down the hall, in her red stilettos, long purple gown, and cat eye sunglasses. Following her, is Annabeth Caverly, in a black mini- dress and purple stilettos. Both have laser-guns, and are in a hurry. They stop at a vault door, look at each other, smile, and point their guns at door. The handle breaks off, and they step inside. "You ready?" River asks with a smile. Annabeth winks. "Always, love! Always." They both point their guns at the tiny box on the table. They in-grave
graffiti on the box, knowing it's their only hope to get off this ship alive, but neither of them are scared.

12,000 Years Later:
"Wrong!" The Doctor shouts as he walks through a museum, pointing at a glass display case. Amy sulks behind him. "Wrong!" He screams again. "Bit right, but mostly wrong!" Amy looks down at the case, rolls her eyes, and backs away. "I love museums!" The Doctor says. "Yeah great!" Amy replies. "Can we go to a planet now? Big spaceship, Churchill's bunker, I want to see a planet next! "
"Amy," He says "This isn't just ANY old asteroid. It's the delirium alcove, the final resting place of the headless monks. The biggest museum ever. "
"You've got a time machine. What do you need museums for?" She asks irritated.
"Wrong!" he wails. "VERY wrong. Oh! One of mine! Also one of mine!" He says as he peeks into a display.
"Oh I see." Amy muses, and sets her arms on the exhibit. "It's how you keep score."
The Doctor ignores her comment, and looks over to another glass case. He circles it curiously, and then folds his arms on top of it. Amy looks over, and follows his actions. She peers into the case that he's so interested in, and rolls her eyes. "Oh great," Amy mutters "An old box."
"It's from one of the old star liners, a home box." He says, excitement rising in his voice.
"What's a home box?" Amy asks, no interest in her voice.
"Like a black box on a plane, except it homes. Anything happens to the ship, the home box flies home with all the flight data."
"So?" Amy asks.
"So, the writing, the graffiti, is Old High Gallifreyan, the lost language of the time lords. There were days, many days, where these words could burn stars, rise up empires, and topple gods-"
"What's this say?" Amy interrupts.
The Doctor nods, blushing a little, and answers "Hello Sweetie."
"Oh well THAT'S just the bee's knees Doctor. Can we leave now?" Amy says sarcastically.
The Doctor smiles, stands up straight, and says. "Get ready to run."
"What?" She asks. But the Doctor had already broken the case, grabbed the box and Amy's hand, and made a run for it to the TARDIS. They ran inside, guards behind them, and locked the doors. The Doctor ran over to the console, and hooked up the home box to the screen.
"Why are we doing this?" Amy asks,
"Someone on a spaceship 12,000 is trying to attract my attention. Let's see if we can get the security play-back working." The Doctor pulled a lever, and the screen turned on. On the monitor, there were two women, both with guns, on the screen. One had short hair with cat- eyes glasses on, and the other had long hair with no glasses. The women with glasses looked back and forth, then looked at the camera, winked, then walked away. The women with long hair did the same, except instead of a wink, she blow a kiss and gave a flirty wave. Amy laughed, and the Doctor's eyes were wide, and mouth open. "No…..." He muttered, and turned the wire on the box a little more, and the picture changed to both of them at a door, seeming as if they were trying to get out.
"The party's over Doctor Song, and I am sure you've got another dead body to gawk over, Miss Caverly. Yet still both of you are on board." A deep voice said. The women with short hair laughed, turned around, and smiled at the man. "Sorry Alistair. We needed to see what was in your vault."
"Do you lot know what's down there?" The pretty girl with long hair said. The two women looked at each other, and smirked.
"Any of you? Because I'll tell you something, this ship won't reach its destination. "And then the short haired women finished that sentence off with a scowl.
"Wait till she runs." The deep voice said. "Now, you two don't make it look like an execution." He said to them.
The short hair girl looked at the long haired girl, and the long haired one looked at her watch and said "Triple Seven five slash three four nine by ten, zero twelve, slash an-con."
The other women smiled. "Oh, and we could use an air corridor."
The Doctor looked at Amy, then ran around the TARDIS, pressing buttons and typing things in.
"What was that? What did she say?" Amy asked, pulling the screen down a little.
"Co-ordinates!" He yelled, pressing another button.
Amy focused her attention back on the screen. "Like I said on the dance floor," The women with short hair said, "You might want to find something to hang on to." And with that, a there was a loud beeping, and the short haired women blew a kiss. The long haired girl winked and waved. "See ya!" She said, and with that, the doors opened, and they flew out.
Amy screamed and turned to him "Doctor-", She started, but the Doctor wasn't there. He was opening the door, holding his hand out for someone. The two women landed in the TARDIS, one of them gracefully, the other now so much. The long haired girl was on top of the Doctor, and the short haired one was standing up.
"Doctor?" Amy asked, her arms folded.
"Annabeth?" He asked the girl on top of him.
"Doctor!" She said with a smile.
"River?" The Doctor asked, but the girl with short hair was already at the console. "We need to follow that ship!"