Chapter 11
"We're too late!" Amy gasped.
The Doctor did not reply. He instead sprung down to the blood and 'sonic-screwdrivered' it.
"She's been killed, hasn't she?" Amy couldn't hide the sadness in her voice, barely able to look at the puddle of the blood.
"It's not blood," the Doctor said shortly. He got up and went over to the window, looking out before shutting it, stopping the chilling draft.
"What is it then? Amy asked, her eyes determinedly following the Doctor, partly because she didn't want to miss anything and partly because part of her really didn't want to look into that mirror.
"My screwdriver can't fully detect it, but seems like some kind of fuel."
"Some kind of fuel?" Amy pondered, "From this planet?"
"No."
Should have guessed as much.
There was a sudden bang outside of Emma's room.
The Doctor signalled for Amy to be quiet, "Either we've woken up her mother or whatever took her is still here."
He began to creep towards the door, opening it slowly. All they could see was a flash of red hair as something darted quickly past them and down the stairs. The Doctor darted out the room and began to give chase.
Amy went to follow when she felt a sudden gust of wind.
I swear the Doctor shut the window.
She froze. She felt as though someone was right behind her. Then she heard a cold, hissing whisper in her ear, "Amelia Pond."
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