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A few minutes later, Rory had settled in the seat next to the baby. The Doctor and Donna were at the console. Rory was still trying to keep up.

"What do you mean psychic signal? There's no such thing as psychics!"

The Doctor looked at Donna and motioned at Rory. "What am I supposed to do with that?"

Donna looked at Rory. "Listen, any daft thing he says is probably true, except when he promises to take you somewhere, you're going to end up in the wrong place."

"Oi! Not always!"

"Oi! Just most of the time!," she parroted back at him.

"Do you mind? I'm trying to track down this signal!" He looked. "Hmmm..."

"Did you just say 'hmmm'?," asked Donna.

"It's coming from Earth, from London."

"Why do aliens always pick London?," asked Rory.

Donna looked at the Doctor. "Yeah. Why?"

"I don't know, sometimes they pick Cardiff, apparently."

"But it's stupid," said Donna, "you're in London all the time. Whatever it is, don't they know you'll just come and stop them?"

"Donna, I don't think it's something they officially decided upon." His hands flew across the controls. The Doctor and Donna raced out, followed by Rory.

"This way!," shouted the Doctor as he headed towards a huge flight of stairs.

"How many stairs?," asked Donna.

"Just ten flights."

"You couldn't have landed the TARDIS ten flights up?"

"Why?"

"Oh my God, do you ever listen?"

"What?"

Rory motioned in the general direction of Donna's baby bump. "She's pregnant? Probably doesn't want to run a lot."

The Doctor looked as if this had been the first time anyone had ever brought this up. "Oh."

"I'm going back to the TARDIS," said Donna.

"What?," asked the Doctor.

"Rory, make sure he doesn't do anything stupid."

"Right. How do I do that?"

"Come on, Rory!"

Donna was already heading back. The Doctor was running up the stairs two or three at a time. Rory followed, struggling to keep up. He didn't take exercise nearly enough.

"Here we are!," said the Doctor.

"Where?," asked Rory following the Doctor through a door.

He immediately regretted not waiting for an answer because they found the woman from the telly and if years of James Bond films were any training at all, looked like a room full of armed goons standing around a big, glowing thing which in a Bond film would be whatever was being used to take over the world.

"How are you? I'm the Doctor. This is Rory."

They pointed their guns at them.

A few minutes later, tied to the Doctor, Rory had one thought.

"I can't believe this," said Rory.

"Neither can I," said the Doctor, "they've just tied us up with ropes. How rubbish is that? I at least rate some handcuffs I think."

Rory rolled his eyes. He was tied back to back with the Doctor currently pondering the series of events that had brought him here.

"I didn't even want to come," said Rory. "All these stupid envelopes, I tried telling her it was a bad idea. Why do I let her boss me around?"

"Because she's ginger?," mused the Doctor.

Rory tried to shrug, but found the binding too tight.

"Did she ask you to come along?," asked the Doctor.

"No, I was just around when she got the invitation."

"What were you around for?"

Rory sighed. "Nothing. I was just seeing if she wanted to do something for Valentine's."

"What? Like a date?"

"No, not a date," Rory said too quickly, so much so that even the Doctor could pick up on it. "We're just friends, you know, mates. Not that kind of mates, I mean-"

"Yeah, been there."

"What? You and Donna? You were just friends?"

"Best friends, still are, actually."

"But... what changed?"

"Oh, she kissed me when I got poisoned with cyanide while we were helping Agatha Christie solve a murder at a country estate. It was all I could think about once I figured out who the giant wasp was."

"Giant wasp? Agatha Christie?"

The Doctor continued on as if Rory hadn't spoken. "I realized I couldn't fight it anymore and that I had fallen for her. Then she got trapped in a giant computer and had an affair with a computer simulation of me. Pretty typical courtship, really."

"Yeah, I don't think that's going to happen for me."

"Why don't you just tell her then?"

"You've seen her."

"So? What about her?"

The woman from the telly approached.

"Oh, hello, I was wondering when you would come over," said the Doctor.

"What are you doing here? No one should be able to resist the signal. Not even you, Doctor."

"Yeah, sorry."

"What? You know him?," asked Rory.

"Oh, Rory and my wife were wondering why you all always launch your plans from London," said the Doctor.

What looked to be the main guard leaned in to the woman. "I told you we shouldn't have chosen London."

"He's not always here!," she hissed back.

"She's right. Today was just my daughter's first birthday," said the Doctor. "No, that's not true. It's actually tomorrow but my wife wanted people to be able to come. More importantly, what's the signal for?"

"They're not going to tell you..." muttered Rory.

"We need the space," said the woman. "The colors in the sky are to sort people based on a variety of criteria, to facilitate the retail end of things."

"Oh, that explains the big psychic transmitter over there!," exclaimed the Doctor. "It also explains that!," he said attempting to motion with his nose at a monitor.

"What?", asked Rory.

"Nothing, just the whole city's outside walking in different directions, probably by what color the saw the sky as. On their way to be sold. Purple, green, orange, ochre, north, east, south, west..."

"Ochre?," asked the woman. "It was meant to be yellow."

"Well, it's sort of a yellowish brown," said the DOctor.

"What do you need the space for?," asked Rory.

"The Earth is a compatible planet. We lost ours."

"Oh, not the lost planets again..." moaned the Doctor. "Please tell me your planet didn't just disappear! Seriously, I can't go through that again!"

"Silence came to our world," said the woman.

"That's not cryptic," said Rory.

"Silence? What do you mean silence?," asked the Doctor.

"Sorry, Doctor, no time to chat," she turned and walked away.

"I can't believe she just told you," said Rory. "This is like a James Bond film, only you're an alien and you have a baby."

"And there was never a Bond girl as good as Donna," said the Doctor.

Rory turned his head as far as he could. Donna was on the other side of the door, motioning at the Doctor through the window.

"What's she doing? Is she playing charades?"

"It's just our thing..." The Doctor struggled to motion that he was tied up. Donna threw her hands up at him.

She finally snuck in the door and walked over to untie the Doctor and Rory.

"I thought you were waiting in the TARDIS," said the Doctor.

"Yeah, well, I don't fancy the idea of being a single mum." She struggled and got the knots to go. "These are really good knots! Better than usual!"

"I was upset about the lack of handcuffs."

"Well, that is an insult."

The Doctor and Rory stood up to find that the woman and her cadre had finally turned to see what they were up to.

"Damn, I thought I snuck in," said Donna.

"Snuck in? Have you seen yourself?," asked the woman.

"Oi! Watch your mouth you weird-" She turned to the Doctor. "What are they doing?"

"Selling the human race into slavery and taking over the planet."

"And she has the nerve to call me fat!"

"Anyway, they're not doing it, know why?"

"Why, Doctor?," asked the woman.

The Doctor took out his sonic screwdriver and pointed it at the transmitter. It blew up, blue sparks flying in the air. He looked up at the monitor: everyone was still walking.

"Any other bright ideas?," asked Donna.

"The signal can't be stopped," said the woman.

"Of course! You've fused the delivery matrix!"

"I have no idea what's going on," Rory said to Donna.

"Don't worry. It's like that sometimes."

"Wait, Rory!," the Doctor shouted frantically.

"What?"

"Rory! Look at you just ordinary Rory, nothing special about you, not exactly bright sometimes, Just Rory! But do you know why you aren't out there walking with them? Because you're in love! You already have something blocking out your higher functions so there's no room in that head of yours for anything else to block out your higher functions! We've just got to find something else to block out their higher functions!"

"Not while I'm here," said the woman.

"Oh, right..." he licked his lips. "Um, everybody run."

The Doctor took Donna's hand and ran, Rory followed, just missing being hit by a barrage of laser shots.