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22nd of November 2012. 12:06pm

Five missed calls. One voice mail. All from Amy.

Rory sat at home, uncomfortably on the sofa in front of the TV and staring at his phone. The news is on. Reporting a hotel being took over by men in masks. The police unable to get in as it is risk of the hostages being hurt and the officers being killed.

It did not cross Rory's mind that Amy could be in the centre of this, at the hotel. He didn't want to think about her, he didn't want her to cross her mind. He just wanted to block her out, just for a few days. Staring at his mobile. Staring so much the screen blurred in his eyes and the five missed call numbers turned to fifty five. Forget about her for a while, just block her out. He switched off his phone.


"Rory, pick up, please just pick up." Amy muttered under her breath. She was hiding, she was frightened. She lay underneath the hotel bed, with her knees up against her chest, her breathing increasing when hearing movement outside. The sixth call went to voice mail. Another message is left, her voice shaking, sounding upset as short sharp breaths are inhaled. "Rory, I know you are mad, but if you are hearing this. Please, listen to me. I am really really sorry. Please, you don't understand. I need to hear your voice, I need to hug you, to feel you. I don't know how long it will be before I see you again. I am desperate, I'm scared, I'm alone. I'm inside Manor Hotel, locked inside and hiding. There are men, I don't know how many. But they are searching the place for people and h-hurting them," Amy voice cracked, she kept her voice calm and brave as she could up to this point, but the truth of what could come ahead hit her hard. She couldn't stop the emotions - she burst into tears. Her sobs are loud and shaky, echoing down the phone. Amy's heart tore into pieces as she pleaded for desperate help, "Rory, th-they are- they are hurting them, and I don't want it to h-happen to me. Please, help me. I'm begging you, please, R-Rory, please." her sobs almost choked her, she couldn't talk anymore. She took the phone away from her ear and with one last croaky word, pressed the end call button.


Rory wouldn't respond. She needed help. At this point, even talking to anyone she knows would be comforting. There is only one other man she needed to talk to right now and her husband doubted he wanted to keep in contact. This man was the Doctor. Amy made the call.

Composing herself and trying not to cry again she phoned the number.

Moment later someone answered, a man voice. But not the Doctors. In fact the complete opposite. This was was tired and his voice lacked enthusiasm. "Hello, Stormcage Containment Facility. Who's calling?"

"Stormcage? I-I called the TARDIS." Amy was baffled.

"The TARDIS? What is that?" the man questioned.

River in the cell opposite was flicking through her diary. The word 'TARDIS' grabbed her attention immediately. She sprung to her feet and grabbed the bars of the prison cell and shook them. "Give it to me, I'm entitled to phone calls." the worker walked over to her cell and handed the phone to her. She started talking.

"Doctor?" River's voice.

"River. Thank god." a feel of relief drowned through her.

"Mother! Why are you calling?"

"I didn't, I called the TARDIS."

"The TARDIS is smart, it reroutes the call when the TARDIS is hard to reach."

Amy took a deep breath, "River, I need your help." her voice cracked, tears rolled, sobs started.

"Amy, are you alright? You sound upset." River took a shaky seat on her prison bed.

Amy took a deep breath, forcing herself to say it all again, all in one go. She explained the whole situation.


"Oh mother, don't worry. I will find Rory and the Doctor, they will help you. I promise."

I promise. Strong words.

Footsteps approached up the corridor. Their feet heavy, hitting the floor in beats. Amy's heart raised dramatically and the footsteps stopped right outside of her door. Still lying under her bed, she moved closer to the corner and grabbed her legs. Her knees up against her chest.

She sobbed harder and she pleaded for help. "oh my god, River they are outside my d-door. T-they are coming f-for me. River they are going to hurt me. Please, p-pl-please help. Oh my god river, please."

The phone disconnected.

The door slammed wide open.