Meanwhile in the TARDIS 1

The Doctor and Alex watched as Amy grew accustomed to the brand-new, wonderful environment. She turned slowly on the spot, taking it all in, speechless.

"Where shall we take her first?" the Doctor whispered, smiling mischievously.

"I'm feeling the randomizer," Alex replied.

"Ohh, no. Don't really want to land her right in the middle of a Dalek fleet." The Doctor set the TARDIS into motion.

"Yeah, fair point."

"Why is it a phone box?" Amy asked suddenly, interrupting the whispered conversation.

"Sorry, what?" the Doctor asked innocently.

"On the outside, it said 'police box', why-y have you labelled a time machine 'police box', why not 'time machine', is that too obvious? And what is a police box? I mean, do policemen come in boxes? I mean are you two policemen?" Amy stopped and glanced at the Doctor. "No, look at your hair. Actually, just look at your hair!" The Doctor put his hands to his hair and repositioned it, throwing a questioning glance in Alex's direction, who shrugged. He got back to work with the controls. Amy continued. "Do you ever look at your hair and just think "who-o-o-o-a, it just won't stop, and my chin! Look, I'm wearing a bow-tie! Shoot me now!"" She turned back to Alex. "Am I rambling?" He nodded. "The question stands," she continued.

"It's not really a police box which, by the way, is a special kind of telephone box that policeman used to use!"

"Kind of like a portable prison. Temporary," Alex chipped in.

"Right. Telephone box. There's a light on the top, do you need to change the bulb?"

The Doctor sighed. "Amy, stop. Breath," he told her, trying to calm her. She co-operated. For a second.

"Why doesn't the air get out? It is made of wood!" Amy continued to pace the floor, still taking-in her surroundings. The Doctor sighed and gestured to Alex to take-over.

"It's not really wood," he told her, grinning. He jumped up from the chair and walked over to the wall. Amy followed him. "Look!" he rapped at it, a metallic tang reverberating around the room. "Some... alien metal. Right?" he asked the Doctor.

"Sort of, yeah," he replied, not looking up from the console.

"You've got a wooden time machine," Amy said, clearly not having taken in any of what Alex had said. She walked back up the stairs to the main Console. "Do you feel stupid?" she faced the Doctor again. "Sorry, back to the bow-tie." The Doctor stood up and faced her.

"It's camouflage."

"Here we go," Alex muttered under his breath, back in his chair, relaxing for the imminent speech. The Doctor ploughed on.

"It's disguised as a police telephone box from 1963. Every time the TARDIS materialises in a new location, within the first nanosecond of landing," he began, emphasizing his words with a click of a finger, "it analyses its surroundings, calculates a twelve-dimensional data map of everything within a thousand-mile radius and determines which outer-shell would blend in best with the environment!"

Alex chuckled. He had to admit, it was an impressive speech. Amy smiled too.

"And then, it disguises itself as a police telephone box from 1963," the Doctor finished anticlimactically. Amy's smile subsided.

"Oh. Why?"

"It's probably a bit of a fault actually, I- I've been meaning to check," he busied himself with the controls again.

"What, it's a police box every time?" she shifted her eyes to Alex, who nodded cheerfully.

"Yeah, I suppose, now you mention," the Doctor responded defensively.

"How long's it been doing that?" Amy asked, keeping an eye on Alex.

"Ages!" he mouthed.

"Ohh, you know, not long."

"Okay," Amy nodded, concealing a smile. "Okay, but what about the windows? There are windows on the outside, where do they go? Is it a cry for help?"

"What?"

"The bow tie-e-e!"

"Nah," he beamed, fixing said bow tie. "Bow ties are cool!"

Realisation dawned upon Amy's face. "And you're an alien!"

"Yeah! Well, in your terms yeah. In my terms, you're the alien! In quite a few people's terms probably!"

"Your terms?" she turned to Alex, who frowned.

"Nah. Human as they come."

"You are not wrong there!" the Doctor stuck his head past the console, looking at him. Alex threw a ball of paper at it.

"What kind of alien?"

"Well, a nice one, you know," he threw the paper back. "Definitely one of the nice ones! Isn't that right?"

"Yeah... can't deny that."

Amy nodded. "So you're like a space, er, squid, or something. Are you like a tiny little slug in a human suit?"

Alex collapsed from his chair, giggling. "I'm gonna remember that one," he told the Doctor through laughs, who produced another ball of paper and threw it at Alex again. Amy took a couple of deep breaths and then joined Alex at the chair, kicking him slightly. He budged up, making room for her. She collapsed into the chair.

"Okay. Think I'm done now," she told Alex.

"Amy Pond!" the Doctor cried, pulling the landing lever. "You've barely started." He looked at Alex. Alex looked at the Doctor. Then at Amy. Then at the TARDIS doors. Then back to the Doctor, who had a streak of misbehaviour on his face. He ran to the chair and grabbed Amy's hand, pulling her up. He ran towards the door.

"Because!" he continued. "Do you know what I keep in here?" He arrived at the door and grasped the handles. Amy and Alex arrived behind him. The Doctor turned to face them.

"What?" asked Amy, enthusiastically.

"This never gets old," Alex whispered, gazing at the door as if he were trying to see through it.

"Absolutely everything." The Doctor pulled the doors open slowly and turned to join his two companions. The three of them were bathed in a light-blue light. Meteors and shooting stars rained down in the distance. Beautiful, magnificent stars dotted the sky and there, to the right of the view, thousands of light-years away was a glorious, blue galaxy, producing the mystical light that lay across them. Amy's face showed a mixture of fear, shock, amazement and wonder. She edged closer towards the door, before spinning round.

"We're in space."

"Yep." The Doctor nodded out of the door. "That's space."

"But it can't be."

"But it is."

"You're human." Amy walked back to stand next to Alex. "It's special effects isn't it? It is though, it can't be real. It's special effects."

"Nah," Alex murmured, still enthralled with the view outside. "Special effects are boring compared to this."

Amy approached the door again. "It's got to be," she whispered.

"Get out." The Doctor's face showed that same streak of misbehaviour. It wasn't an offer. It was a command.

"W-what?" Amy squeaked.

"No, seriously." The Doctor and Alex grabbed an arm each and threw her out of the TARDIS with a shriek. "Get out!"