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When I landed I was surprised to realize that I was on earth, or at least a very earth like planet. One sun, blue sky, similar trees and grass and a group of humanoids making camp at the bottom of a hill. Knowing, I might need to convince people of something, I put hallucinate lipstick on. And it was a good thing I did.

I got the bottom of the hill when I saw something that I was not expecting. Romans. Real Romans. And of course, since I was a child of the TARDIS, I was able to understand what they were saying, especially when three of them held me at spear point.

"Halt! Who are you?" one of them demanded. He was a larger man, maybe a few inches taller than me.

I froze, realizing I hadn't thought through this as much. But I was always a quick thinker. "Does the name 'Cleopatra' mean anything to you here?"

They all slowly lowered their spears a little, meaning that Cleopatra was still possibly alive, thankfully. "What are you doing here alone?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"No, not really. We're a legion! You're a queen," another slightly skinner but still large soldier said.

"Exactly. No one is going to tell me what to do, especially not a man."

"Yeah, right," one of them muttered. I decided that I really didn't want to deal with this anymore. So, I did what I did to the guards at Stormcage. I gave each of them a kiss.

"Right then," I announced, "I'm Cleopatra. I need to change out of my travelling clothes and to talk to your commanding officer."

"Our commander has taken some men for a few days to explore the surrounding area. He should be back tonight or in the morning."

"Great, show me to his tent."

And they did. It actually fairly large and I could get use to this. Immediately after the Romans left, I began digging through my bag. I pulled out the clothes I would wear when the Doctor showed up. I proceeded to dig through my bag for something that could be used as a toga. I was about to give up when I realized what was on my arm. Oh, I was going to get used to the vortex manipulator very quickly. I put in coordinates that I remembered from Maldovarium. A quick stop at a costume shop, where Cleopatra costumes were still very popular and then I went back to the Roman camp. The costume included a fairly accurate dress, crown, and a wig, and I wasn't going to complain. After all, the soldiers would believe anything I told them with a little kiss.

I sat down in the chair when a boy in his early twenties walked in. "Your highness," he greeted. "I wondered if I could get you any food or drink."

"Yes, bring me wine and bread."

"Yes, ma'am."

As the young boy left as a soldier from earlier entered, "Your highness, I'm placing several soldiers around your tent for protection. There was an odd sound and a bright blue box seemed to appear. We don't know what type of trickery the gods are playing on us, but we will not let any harm come to you."

All I heard was blue box before I made my decision. "Let me see the people that the gods have sent. I want to have a word with them."

"I will send men to look for them immediately."

"Check by the blue box," I suggested, knowing the Doctor he would stay close to it. Just to make sure that the effects of the lipstick wouldn't wear off, I gave him another kiss. "Caesar said he might be coming too."

A few minutes later, the boy with my food came back and another with a pitcher of wine. I could get used to being Cleopatra. They were just filling my cup when the tent flap flew open revealing a very young looking Doctor. I could tell he was one of the youngest I'd seen if not the youngest yet.

"Hello, sweetie," I greeted, with a smile. And then my mother entered behind them. I couldn't but quickly wonder where Rory was.

"River, hi," Amy said, a little startled that I was here.

"You graffitied the oldest cliff face in the universe," the Doctor told me unhappily.

"You wouldn't answer your phone." I looked at the boys and gave them a cue to leave. I didn't want to explain what was going on to them. When they were gone, I handed the Doctor the rolled up painting.

"What's this?" The Doctor asked.

"It's a painting. Your friend Vincent. One of his final works. He had visions, didn't he?" I recalled from my childhood story. The Doctor snatched it and went to the table that the commander must have set up before his departure. "I thought you ought to know about this one."

Both the Doctor and Amy looked very confused as they looked at the image. And I can't blame, I had been confused since I saw for the first time.

"Doctor? Doctor, what is this? Why is it exploding?" Amy questioned.

"I'm assuming it's some kind of warning," I tried to answer Amy's question, since the Doctor still seemed surprised.

"What, something's going to happen to the TARDIS?"

"It might not be that literal." I was clinging on to the hope that the TARDIS would be okay. "Anyway, this is where he wanted you. Date and map reference on the door sign, see?"

"Does it have a title?" the Doctor asked.

"The Pandorica Opens." The Doctor immediately stepped away and began to pace back and forth.

"The Pandorica? What is it?" Amy asked.

"A box, a cage, a prison. It was built to contain the most feared thing in all the universe." As I said the words, it felt so familiar, but I couldn't figure out why.

"A fairy tale, a legend. It can't be real!" the Doctor scoffed.

"If it is real, it's here and it's opening, and it's got something to do with your TARDIS exploding." The Doctor immediately came and dumped a pile of maps on the table. I sincerely hoped he wasn't planning on using a map to find it. "Hidden, obviously. Buried for centuries. You won't find it on a map."

"No," the Doctor admitted, "but if you buried the most dangerous thing in the universe, you'd want to remember where you put it." And then he pointed to the most obvious place on the map.

"Stonehenge?" Amy asked a little shocked.

"It's old enough. We can go check it out."

"We need horses!" the Doctor decided.

"Why not just take the TARDIS?" Amy asked, and I had to agree with her. It would be much faster.

"Where's the fun in that? We're in Ancient Britain with a Roman legion! It's more fitting to ride horses!"

"Then you should go tell one of the soldiers that you want three horses for us to ride into the country," I told him, pointedly.

"Why would they listen to the Doctor? He doesn't exactly scream authority," Amy reminded me.

"Oi!"

I just smiled at the irritated Doctor, "They think he's Caesar, remember?"