A/N: Sooo... I'm late. I've just got back from Paris and it's Sunday. But I'm determined not to watch Doctor Who until I have finished this story as I have one more page written. Then I shall watch the proper thing that is probably so much better than this and bears no resemblance, but hey ho- that's conspiracy for you, try to cut down on it!
"Amy, get away from it!" she heard Rory shout. She backed up, still facing the alien. When she reached the three, Rory grabbed her arm. "You alright?" he asked. He was about to look down at her, about to forget again.
"No, don't look at me, keep your eyes on it!" Rory looked confused as she shouted at him. "On what…oh." he followed Amy's finger towards the thing. "How does that work? I just saw it…but had to see it again to know that" he asked, not moving his eyes.
The creature started moving towards them, its three fingered palm outstretched. River grabbed hold of Rory's arm.
"No time. Door, now"
The three companions ran backwards towards the doorframe but the Doctor made no sign that he had seen the advance or heard the suggestion of retreat. He then span around, grinned and walked after them, closing the door behind them.
"Aren't you going to lock it?" asked Amy, glancing worriedly at the door. It could just walk out at any second.
"What good would that do?" replied the Doctor cheerfully.
"It would hold the thing inside while we go and get help!" exclaimed Rory exasperatedly. Amy turned around to face her husband quizzically.
"So you remember it?" she questioned. The Doctor waved his finger around in front of the three perplexed humans.
"You all do. The door's locked. There's no way you can see it. But you can still remember, isn't that fantastic?" He received no reply except for the confused looks now turning to that of worry for the Time Lord. "Now come on, wouldn't want Mr Forgetful to hear this!" The Doctor then proceeded to run down the corridor with a delay before they followed in his wake.
They found him with his head stuck under the apparent operating table and his screwdriver dangling from the dangling pipes. He gave away no hint that he had heard them enter after him, so the four were positioned in silence until Rory cleared his throat.
"So, that thing, why did we forget them?"
"As soon as you set your eyes on them, you become windows. You've seen it before, in the Angels. These use those windows however to gain information, your whole life story and future events just in one stare. Then you turn away, causing them to wipe the short term region of your cerebrum of all traces of them. Almost like covering your tracks at a scene of a crime." The Doctor explained casually, his voice muffled by the metal.
"He should know, he's very good at keeping things hidden himself" River muttered to Amy.
"And now?" Rory pressed.
"Now, they wants to remember. There's millions of them, all around the world. Those who have seen them, snap, gone. But now they're ready. If there's millions of them, scattered around, being seen and then forgotten, they've had plenty of time to prepare. We've been allowed to keep their memory because what can we do? They've been here for years, have it all planned out. Except they've made a pretty big mistake."
River sighed audibly. "What have you found?"
The Doctor's head popped up. "Goo! Gotta love a bit of goo, slimy goo, squeaky goo and the goo that's going to wipe a certain memory wiping species off into a gooey abyss…well, not really, I had to use one more goo. Andd, into the TARDIS!"
A/N: Please don't hate it, I've had 4 days of french, it's a wonder I can actually type whilst unpacking. Review and tell me how bad/good it was. I must add that one comment should be neutral, I won't stretch as far as the good region.