Kurt watched the Doctor stride through the museum he had insisted on taking him to.

"Wrong," the Doctor declared, barely glancing at the display. "Wrong," he said again, "bit right," he allowed, "but mostly wrong. I love museums."

"Because you can pick apart their collections and make them look stupid?" Kurt suggested. "Let's go, I want to see a planet. Whole of time and space, you told me, and you've taken me to a museum."

"What about Churchill's bunker? Shopping? Spaceships?" The Doctor asked, giving a small pout. "Anyway, it's not just any old museum, Kurt. It's the Delerium Archive, final resting place of the headless monks, the biggest museum ever." Kurt ignored the comment about the 'headless monks' and argued more.

"You have a time machine, why do you need museums? Come on, it'd be way more fun going to see the events as they happened." The Doctor ignored this, and when he saw something that looked like a model of something he roared,

"WRONG! Also wrong," he continued, and then said "ooh, one of mine! Also one of mine…"

"Oh, I see! It's how you keep score!" Kurt said, letting out a little giggle and peering more closely at the item on display. He looked up when he realised the Doctor wasn't with him. "Doctor?" The Doctor was staring intently at an old box. "Oh great, an old box," he said, failing to keep the amusement out of his voice at the Doctor's look.

"It's not just an old box," the Doctor said, "It's from one of the old starliners. A Home Box."

"A Home Box?" Asked Kurt, curiosity piqued.

"Like a black box on a plane, except it homes. Anything happens to the ship, the Home Box flies home, with all the flight data."

"That's actually pretty awesome, but what's so big about this one?"

"The writing, the graffiti. It's in old high Gallifreyan. The lost language of the Time Lords."

"Your people?" Kurt asked, itching with curiosity.

"My people," the Doctor confirmed. "There were days, there were many days, these words could burn stars and raise up empires, and topple Gods."

"Wow. What does this say, though?" Kurt asked, now burning with curiosity.

The Doctor looked annoyed, and said, with equal annoyance in his tone, "Hello Sweetie." His words echoed around the room.

"No!" Kurt said, a laugh escaping him. "No way!"

"Yes way. Now come on!" With these words, the Doctor waved his sonic screwdriver around the glass container and opened it up. He took out the box, and an alarm began to wail. "I would suggest we run," said the Doctor, but for once Kurt was ahead of him, and he was already racing back to the TARDIS. Hurrying inside, the Doctor began to fix the box up to the console.

"Why are we doing this again?" Kurt asked, wanting to help but at the same time hanging back, knowing the Doctor would just get annoyed with him trying to help out.

"Cos someone on a space ship 12,000 years ago is trying to attract my attention. Let's see if we can get the security playback working." He began to fiddle with the box and a woman appeared on the screen, pushing down her sunglasses and winking at the camera, like she knew they were watching. It skipped to the same woman by a door. A man, out of the camera's sight, said, "Party's over, Doctor Song, yet you're still on board." The 'Doctor Song' turned around to face the man.

"Sorry, Alistair," she said, "I needed to see what was in your vault. Do you all know what's down there? Any of you?" She asked, her voice slow and silky. "Because I'll tell you something. This ship won't reach it's destination."

"Wait till she runs," the man's voice, cold and harsh, spoke once more. "Don't make it look like an execution."

Doctor Song looked at her watch. "Triple-seven, five, slash, three, four, nine by ten, zero, twelve, slash acorn. Oh, and I could use an air corridor." The Doctor frantically began pressing buttons and Kurt looked up from the monitor.

"What did she say?"

"Coordinates!" He shouted, pressing a button.

"Like I said on the dance floor," Doctor Song said with a sly smirk, "you might want to find something to hang on to."

As the TARDIS flew, on the screen a timer began to ding. The woman smirked again and blew the men a kiss, and the camera only caught her flying out into space. The Doctor let out a whoop and ran over to the doors, opening them and sticking a hand out. The woman from the ship flew into the TARDIS, landing on top of the Doctor and knocking both the Doctor and herself to the ground.

"Doctor?" Kurt asked.

"River," the Doctor breathed. They both stood, and all three of them turned to the TARDIS doors, watching the ship.

"Follow that ship," said the mysterious Doctor River Song.