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I'm really sorry about how late this is but I've been SO ridiculously sick of late. I've been wanting to write a chapter but I couldn't find the energy to. Thanks to all who reviewed!
Even though it's a week or so late, here is chapter 7!

Little Glass Prisons


The Doctor blinks back spots from his vision, blinded by the sudden brightness of the room. It's completely white washed from the bed to the walls to the floor. 'Hold on,' he thinks. His eyes adjust and he realises the walls aren't white, they're glass. There doesn't appear to be any door or any other way of escape.

Just beyond his glass walls on all four sides are other glass prisons, all interconnected; a huge glass cage complex. Three of them are occupied with people who seem both pleased and despaired to see him. The first one he rushes to holds a tall, ginger woman with tired eyes and a thin frame. Amy Pond.

Her brown eyes widen when she sees him press his hands up against the glass and look with sadness into her own cell. 'Is it really you?' she asks, so very afraid that this is all a cruel trick. He can't hear her but he sees her lips move. The glass is soundproof and completely indestructible. Nothing gets in and nothing gets out, unless of course, you have the keys. 'Amy! It's me!' He yells, opening his mouth extra wide for her to lip read. She gets the message and presses her hand against the wall to meet his. 'I've missed you.'

It hurts them both to not be able to feel, not to be able to tell of all the horrors that have fallen on them both. At least the Doctor knows now that she is safe. Amy directs her head to the left where Rory stands and watches their reunion.

There he is with wrinkled clothes, tousled hair and tired eyes. He doesn't seem relieved, he looks disappointed. If they found the Doctor what hope do any of them have of escaping? He tries his best to put on a brave face but it isn't working. The Doctor reciprocates his grim looks and bows his head to the floor. 'I'm sorry, Rory,' he says.
Rory nods his head in acceptance, there is a pause, a hesitation and Rory speaks only one word. 'River?'

The Doctor can't think of what to say but he has to give River's father something to hang on to. He might not know for certain of River's wellbeing but he knows she's alright. She just has to be. 'Alive.' He says.

There is one final glass block that the Doctor hasn't yet visited. Wilfred Mott.
Wilf looks dishevelled, tired and there is something missing in his eyes. The sparkle that was present whenever he was with Donna or the Doctor is gone. His eyes are devoid of joy, but as he shuffles over to the glass to get a look at the Doctor, he offers a small smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. 'You came for us. You shouldn't have, it's what they wanted you to do,' he says.

Although the Doctor can't hear Wilf, he can understand what he's saying by his expressions. The Doctor wants to find the strength to burst through the glass and give the man a hug but he can't. He feels more like an old Time-Lord and less optimistic every day. 'I could never leave you Wilf. I told Donna I'd find you.'

When Wilf sees the Doctor's lips form his Granddaughter's name, his eyes immediately light up with hope. 'Alive? She's alive?'
'Yes.' The Doctor replies.
'Where is she?' Wilf asks.
The Doctor's breath catches in his throat. He doesn't know where she is but just as he did for Rory, he gives Wilf the conformation that she's out there. 'She's close, I think.'

After all his hellos have been said the Doctor lies himself on his own pristine white bed and closes his eyes. He knows they're out there somewhere. River's too stubborn not to follow and Donna would die before being left behind. He just wished there was some way of knowing for sure.

From the corner of his eye he sees Amy and Rory staring longingly into the other's cell. They can't communicate and they can't touch. They can only watch and wait and pray that their daughter is coming for them.

The Doctor tries to remember what happened to him but it's all a very hazy memory. He remembers his TARDIS, a dead town, old and crumbling, a little house with a decaying front porch and scratches. Three scratches indented into the wooden door stick out in his fuzzy recollections. With a pang he remembers holding River as he tells her to stay safe and not to follow him, knowing full well that she will come after him anyway.


The Doctor doesn't know how much time has passed him by in his little glass prison but he has a hunch that it hasn't been very long. He doesn't realise the Silent skulking in a sinister way around the glass complex until it passes right by him. He snaps to immediate attention and his eyes track the Silent all the way around Rory and Wilf's cells. His old, knowing eyes narrow intensely when it stops at Amy's.

She's pressed as close to Rory as she can get, which means being pressed all the way up against the back wall of her own prison. It's not out of fear, she's too brave for that nonsense; it's out of being separated from those she loves yet again.

As if by magic the Silent steps directly through the glass and sends a ripple through that side of the cell, giving it the appearance of water but in moments it looks as hard as before. Rory dashes valiantly to Amy and bangs his fists on the walls. The Silent has Amy's arm in a firm grip and is pulling her roughly through the glass.

Despair ensues in all the cages. The Doctor deflates and sinks roughly to the floor in a heap. What have I done? This is my doing!

Wilf cries 'No!' and watches helplessly through his walls for he had grown to like the woman that reminded him so much of Donna, even if he didn't know her name.

Rory. Rory Williams is beside himself with anger and sadness. He tears at the glass, willing it to let him through, he kicks and screams until his throat is sore but it's too late. Amy is receding further and further away from them.

'Rory! Doctor!' She cries, fighting her captor all the way. 'RORY!' Amy copies his desperate actions trying to get a look at him or the Doctor but she is jerked roughly so finding them is made impossible but she doesn't give up, her wild hair flies about as she twists and turns but it is no good. They can't hear her and they can't see what happens to her next.


I know this is quite short but like I said, I've been ill. The next chapter should be up on the weekend if all goes to plan. It's a two part chapter because I like my cliff-hangers. Also, none have you have guessed my little crow yet! Some of you are close (not saying who). If you've got something to say about it, or want to make my day then drop a review!

Love, Blue :)