A/N: I absolutely loved that episode. How can I not? Clara is pretty impressive. Anyway, I figured I might as well upload on Supernatural Saturday, but I probably won't be able to do it again until Monday or Tuesday. Chapter five is practically written in my head, but it still needs to go on paper. It will be from either Rory or Mel's view, or maybe third person narrator, I haven't decided yet. This one is the shortest of the bunch, but bear with me please. There is some sassy Amy dialogue in this one. Enjoy. Disclaimer: Don't own it. Any of it. It's quite sad really.

Chapter 4

There was a resounding thump as I felt my body hit something solid. My eyes were wrenched open by the impact.

"I wouldn't move if I were you." I heard the Doctor say somewhere off to the side.

"So tell me, Doctor, what is your plan?" I said tiredly, sitting up on my elbows slowly.

"Yes. Plan. Plan, right." He mumbled the sound of his sonic almost hiding his small response.

"You have no plan?" I said quietly. "You got us captured by alien robots, and you. Have. No. Plan?"

"Well, no. Not exactly a plan no. Just an idea." I sighed and laid my head back down. Suddenly, there was light flooding through my closed eyelids. My eyes shot open, and I promptly experienced a noticeable heart palpitation.

"Could you kindly explain to me, WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY FACE?!"

"No broken bones. Might have a concussion though," He replied, waving the sonic above my body.

"What?" I said. His diagnosis sounded about right, my head hurt like Rory was playing the recorder as loud as he could in my ear. That stupid boy. I silently wished he was okay. Mel and him. I wished both of them we're alright.

"Based on the sonic's readings, we're in a fairly large building. Tile and plaster. Traces of ammonia in the air. I say we're in an abandoned hospital."

"Now I'm properly scared. I though those whisks and toilet plungers were frightening, but this… An abandoned hospital is a sure sign of world domination, don't you think?" He didn't appear to be listening. The Doctor was walking around hitting different parts of the surrounding walls. He hit one, and the sound reverberated.

"Sounds like plexi-glass," I said, sitting back up again and squinting.

"We seem to have landed in what used to be an OR room." I heard the tell-tale noise of the sonic again. The unmistakable sound of a lock clicking open soon followed. I sprung to my feet.

"Whoa," I said while seeing stars, "Bad idea." I clutched my head, willing the ringing of what felt like one hundred metal gongs in my head to cease.

"Definitely a concussion. Thanks for that, brilliant plan maker." I mumbled to myself. There was no other noise in the room.

"Doctor?" I called looking around the obviously vacant room.

"Yeah," He said, popping his head back through the doorway.

"Well come on then. You don't want to be the Daleks' prisoner forever, do you?" He said, grinning and slipping back out of the door.

"I think I might be safer with them than I am with you," I muttered, "Rory and Mel, I hope you're having a better day than me." I looked up at the ceiling, and rubbed my temples. Time to follow the madman/time traveler.