Note: Welcome everyone! This is the fourth book of Histories. I'm suggest to read Histories: New Journey (1st), Histories: Across The Stars (2nd), and Histories: Unveil The Truth (3rd) before reading this.
My OC, Historian or Tory, is in her third incarnation, looking like Dafne Keen with long black hair with lob haircut and brown eyes that seems darker than her first incarnation, with appareance around 11-12 years old. Her clothes are still the same as her second one, but it will changes soon during "The Eleventh Hour"
Now, without further ado, we now entering Moffat Era!
1. Eleventh Hour and Three Minute (Part 1)
"This is so fun!" Tory shouted, holding on the railing with the center console sparks and the room is in flames and suprisingly happy with this. "Wahooo!"
"Sister dear, as much as you're enjoying this, can you please help me out?!" The Doctor yelled from outside, hanging on the TARDIS with his hands.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, brother dear," Tory responded, walking into the door and grabbing his hand, pulling him inside, closes the doors and falls against them with a sigh. "That was troublesome. But seems fun. Maybe I'll try that next time."
Before the Doctor can say anything else, the old box lurches and spins out of control, sending them into the library and landing inside the swimming pool. Luckily, she and the Doctor know how to swim. The problem, however, is that they're stuck inside the TARDIS's library and the door is far away above. Usually the TARDIS has her own gravity. But considering the damage they caused with regeneration... well, Tory can imagine what sort damage the poor TARDIS suffers.
"Here," the Doctor grabs a rope with a grappling hook. He throws it up and it attaches onto something. "You can climb?"
Tory shrugged. "Let's try, shall we?"
She holds the rope and climbs above with ease. Truth to be told, she never had any experienced with climbing before. Perhaps she's already good at it. Just as she arrives at the door, she popping outside and sees a young girl, around 7-8 years old, in night gown with red jacket, holding a flashlight.
"Hello!" She greeted her, moves outside, and spots the TARDIS knocked down part of the shed with smoke rising from it. "Whoa, what a damage!"
She and the little girl watch as first one hand then the other come over the edge followed by the Doctor's head. "Can I have an apple? All I can think about, apples. I love apples. Maybe I'm having a craving. That's new, never had cravings before." He straddles the TARDIS and looks back inside. "Whoa! Look at that!"
"Are you okay?" The girl asked them with Scottish accent.
The Doctor puts both legs over the side, sitting on the edge. "Just had a fall. All the way down there, right to the library."
"Hell of a climb back up," Tory added.
"You're soaking wet," the Scottish girl pointed out.
"We were in the swimming pool."
"You said you were in the library."
"Yeah, so was the swimming pool."
"Are you two a policeman?"
"Why?" This time the Doctor asked. "Did you call a policeman?"
"Did you come about the crack in my wall?"
"What cra...?" He falls to the ground. "Agh!"
Tory dashes to his side. "All right?"
"I'm fine, it's okay," he assured Tory, kneeling. "This is all perfectly norm..." he opens mouth and releases regeneration energy.
The Scottish girl looks back and forth at them. "Who are you?"
The Doctor and Tory look at their hands that releasing some energy left from regenerate. "We don't know yet," Tory admitted.
"We're still cooking," the Doctor remarked. "Does it scare you?"
"No, it just looks a bit weird."
Tory shook her head. "The crack in your wall. Does it scare you?"
"Yes."
The Doctor suddenly jumps up. "Well, then, no time to lose. I'm the Doctor. This is my sister, the Historian. Do everything we tell you, don't ask stupid questions and don't wander off."
With that strides away with purpose and walks into a tree, knocking him to the ground. Tory and the Scottish girl looks at him. "You all right?" The Scottish girl wondered.
"Early days. Steering's a bit off."
"More like forget to see your vision more carefully," Tory commented with a smirks, helping him out.
They soon enter the girl's house, into the kitchen.
"If you're a doctor and a historian, why does your box say 'Police'?" The Scottish girl asked.
"It's already write like that for a looong time," Tory replied, takes an apple she gives to them, and takes a bite and proceed to eat it.
But the moment the Doctor takes a bite of the apple she offers and chews it, he spits it out before coughing. "That's disgusting. What is that?"
"An apple."
"Apples are rubbish. I hate apples."
Tory rolls her eyes. "You said you loved apples."
"No, no, I love yoghurt. Yoghurt's my favourite. Give me yoghurt."
Tory simply watching and eating her apple as the little girl runs to the fridge and gets him a yoghurt. He opens the container and pours it into his mouth and spits it out. "I hate yoghurt, it's just stuff with bits in."
"You said it was your favourite," the girl recalled.
"New mouth, new rules," he argued, wipes back of hand across his mouth. "It's like eating after cleaning your teeth, everything tastes wrooo-agh!" He suddenly shouted, before slapping his forehead.
"What is it?" Tory asked.
"What's wrong with you?" The Scottish girl pondered.
He frowns. "Wrong with me? It's not my fault. Why can't you give me decent food? You're Scottish, fry something."
"Let me," Tory suggested and snaps her fingers as the stove turns itself and four bacons get put inside the stove. While she's cooking it, the Scottish girl gives the Doctor a towel to dry his hair.
"Ah! Bacon! Good one, Historian!" The Doctor complimented.
"How can you do that?" The Scottish girl asked with bright eyes.
"Well, let's just say, I have a good talent to be use," Tory replied in cryptic, winking, putting two bacon each on one plate. She gives one for the Doctor and one for herself as they sits.
He eats the bacon from a plate and the girls watches with a laugh. But that moment got disturb when the Doctor makes a face and agains spits out the food. "Bacon. That's bacon. Are you trying to poison me?" He accused Tory.
"My goodness, are you Gordon Ramsy in this incarnation?" Tory blurted, looks annoyed as she eats the bacon without problem.
The Scottish girl decides to make one. She turns on the stove and cooks some baked beans as the Time Lords watch.
"Ah, you see, beans," he muttered. The Scottish girl puts it on the table and the Doctod takes a forkful of beans before promptly spits them into the sink. "Beans are evil. Bad, bad beans."
Tory proceed to slap her forehead. "Okay, simple one," she told him, using her powers to takes a bread and spreads butter over a slice of bread.
"Bread and butter. Now you're talking," he agreed, eats one. Suddenly, he takes the plate outside before the girls can do anything and heard a crash noise with a cat meow. "And stay out!"
"Anything else?" Tory asked as the Scottish girl looks in the fridge and the Doctor's pacing.
"We've got some carrots," she offered.
The Doctor stops pacing. "Carrots? Are you insane? No, wait, hang on. I know what I need. I need... I need... I need..." he looks in both the fridge and freezer. "Fish fingers and custard."
Luckily, this time, he eats without any problem with the food. Sitting at the table, the Doctor dips a fish finger into a bowl of custard then takes a bite. Across from him, the Scottish girl eats ice cream from the container while Tory eats a cupcake that the Scottish girls made yesterday.
The Doctor, picks up the bowl and drinks the custard from it. It leaves a mustache which he wipes away with his hand.
"Funny," the Scottish girl admitted.
"Are we?" The Doctor looks at Tory, seems want a confirmation. The girl shrugged. "Good. Funny's good. What's your name?"
"Amelia Pond."
"Wonderful name," Tory responded. "Amelia Pond. Like a name that belongs in fairy tales."
"Are we in Scotland, Amelia?" Doctor asked.
"No. We had to move to England. It's rubbish," Amelia noted.
"So what about your mum and dad, then? Are they upstairs? Thought we'd have woken them by now."
"I don't have a mum and dad. Just an aunt."
"I don't even have an aunt," he replied
Tory muches her cupcake. "I have few aunts, but none of them ever visit my house. Never want to, since they dislike me."
"I though you two are siblings," Amelia pointed out, in confusion, remembering the Doctor introducing Tory as his sister. If the Doctor never had any aunt, then why this girl mentions about having aunts as well.
"Yeah. Got a problem?"
"No. You're lucky," Amelia addressed to the Doctor, which makes Tory suspects that Amelia doesn't have a close relationship with her aunt.
"Where is she?" Tory asked. "Your aunt."
"She's out."
"And she left you all alone?" The Doctor frowns.
"I'm not scared."
"'Course you're not. You're not scared of anything! Box falls out of the sky, man and girl falls out of box, man eats fish custard, girl eats your food, and look at you, just sitting there. So you know what I think?"
"What?"
"Must be a hell of a scary crack in your wall," Tory added with a smiles, finishing the cupcake, seems excited.
After finishing their food, Amelia brings them into her bedroom. From inside, Tory can see the crack. "You've had some cowboys in here, Amelia," Tory mused, looking at her bedroom.
Amelia stands in the doorway, apple in her hand. "I used to hate apples, so my mum put faces on them." She hands the Doctor an apple with a smiley face carved into it.
"She sounds good, your mum." He tosses apple into the air and catches it. "I'll keep it for later." He and Tory go to examine the crack. "This wall is solid and the crack doesn't go all the way through it. So here's a thing. Where's the draught coming from?" He runs the sonic screwdriver along the crack then checks the readings. "Wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey. You know what the crack is?"
"What?"
"Well, it's a crack," Tory replied, runs her fingers along crack. "You know, if you knocked this wall down, the crack would stay put. Why? Because the crack isn't in the wall."
"Where is it, then?"
"Everywhere. In everything," the Doctor continued. "It's a split in the skin of the world. Two parts of space and time that should never have touched, pressed together... right here in the wall of your bedroom." He presses ear against wall. "Sometimes, can you hear…"
"A voice?" Amelia guessed. "Yes."
The Doctor takes the water glass from the nightstand, pours out the water, then presses it against the wall, and then his ear against the other end. Tory leanes her ear againts the wall, listening.
"Prisoner Zero has escaped."
"Prisoner Zero?" Tory murmured. "Well, that was something else. I was expecting something's big or dangerous like the Beast or Cybermens or Daleks or Sycoraxs."
The Doctor frowns. "Why?"
"Because it's more fun. Why else?"
The Doctor looks at Tory. This Tory... she's different than her last two incarnations. She's much more outspoken than her second incarnation, but seems less serious than her first incarnation did. From what he observes, she looks cheerful and confident with herself, which he's glad for. He wants Tory happy. But she's also have some tendencies to cause mayhems and troubles that's quite... well, mad.
"'Prisoner Zero has escaped.' That's what I heard," Amelia told them, focusing into their problem. "What does it mean?"
"Prisoner Zero has escaped."
The Doctor steps back from the wall. He should focus with the crack. "It means that, on the other side of this wall, there's a prison and they've lost a prisoner. Do you know what that means?"
"What?"
"You need to move into a better bedroom," Tory suggested, touches the desk as she uses her power out of the way.
"The only way to close the breach is to open it all the way," the Doctor The forces will invert and it'll snap itself shut. Or..."
Amelia frowns. "What?"
"You know when grown-ups tell you everything's going to be fine and you think they're probably lying to make you feel better?"
"Yes."
"We're not going to say that," Tory announced. "So just to be clear, Amelia, this might be dangerous."
Amelia nods, scared as she holds out the Doctor's and Tory's hand, grasp them tight. With his other hand, the Doctor uses the sonic screwdriver on the crack. Amelia peers around his as a bright light shines through the crack as it widens. In the dim light, Tory can see what looks to be cells.
"Prisoner Zero has escaped." Tory takes a step closer to the crack. "Prisoner Zero has escaped."
"Hello?" She called. "Hello, can you please explain your words? It's getting annoying to heard that words over and over, you know."
A giant blue eye peers at them through the crack.
"What's that?" Amelia whispered as a small ball of light or electricity shoots out from the crack, strikes the Doctor and he falls against the bed. The crack then seals once more.
"There. You see, told you it would close," he reassured. "Good as new."
"What was that thing? Was that Prisoner Zero?" Amelia asked.
Tory shook her head, brushed her palms together. "No. That was Prisoner Zero's guard. I mean, if he's Prisoner Zero, why would he keeps repeating 'Prisoner Zero had escaped'?" She looks at him. "What did he do?"
"It sent me a message," he asnwered, pulling his psychic paper. "Psychic paper, takes a lovely little message. 'Prisoner Zero has escaped.' But why tell us? Unless..."
"Unless Prisoner Zero escaped through here," Tory finished, looking around suspiciously.
"But he couldn't have. We'd know," the Doctor argued, runs out of the room, into the hall. Tory and Amelia follow him. "It's difficult. Brand-new me, nothing works yet. But there's something I'm missing... in the corner..."
He and Tory turn to face one of the doors at the other end of the hall.
"Of our eyes," Tory noted.
There is an echoing sound of machinery along with a deep bell.
"Really?" Tory grumbled as she and the Doctor run down the stairs.
"No, no, no, no, no, no!" He shouted as Amelia follows them outside her house, back to her garden. "We've got to get back in there! The engines are phasing, it's going to burn!"
"But... it's just a box!" Amelia argued. "How can a box have engines?"
"It's not just a box," Tory told her as the Doctor frees grappling hook and gathers the rope. "It's a time machine."
"What, a real one? You've got a real time machine?"
"Not for much longer if we can't get her stabilised. Five-minute hop into the future should do it," the Doctor denoted as he loops rope through door handles.
"Can I come?" Amelia hopefully asked.
"Not safe in here, not yet. Five minutes. Give us five minutes, we'll be right back."
Tory steps closer to the Doctor who hops onto the edge, prepares to go inside.
"People always say that," Amelia sadly said.
The Doctor jumps down to the ground and looks into her face. "Are we people? Do we even look like people?"
Amelia looks at them, slowly shook her head.
"Then you can trust us. Just wait, okay?" Tory assured her with a smiles.
Amelia smiles back. The Doctor climbs back onto the TARDIS. Holding onto the rope, he gives her a last look before jumping. "Geronimo!"
"That's boring," Tory uttered, taking some steps behind before screaming. "WAHOOO!"
The Time Lady jumps inside the TARDIS as TARDIS doors slam shut and dematerializes.
"Got it!" Tory shouted after taking some time to adjust the damage TARDIS, go into the future and return back into Amelia's house.
They went outside the TARDIS. The moment Tory steps out, she spots something's... change. "I'll stay, find Amelia," Tory said.
The Doctor nods and runs towards the house. "Amelia! Amelia! We worked out what it was. We know what we were missing! You've got to get out of there!"
As the Doctor enters the house, Tory checks the garden around. She frowns as a shed can be see. Which is weird, as she remembers there's no shed when they met Amelia. It got destroyed. Not only that, it looks old. Way older.
"Doctor!" She yelled, rushing inside the house, walking upstairs. "We're late! We're not arrive back in 5 minutes!"
She turns around and manages to avoid getting hit by a bat. Instead, she holds a cricket bat with her bare right hand, staring at a policewoman with red hair in a very short skirt who holds it. Tory tilted her head and crushes the cricket bat without any problem. "Going to hit me as well?" She stared at the policewoman, who genuinely suprises she can do something like that. "Not very good move, you know."
Near them, the Doctor grunts softly. Tory soon runs to his side. "Okay?"
"White male, mid-20s. White girl, 11-12 years old, possibly accomplices of breaking and entering," the policewoman reported using her radio. "Send me some back-up, I've got him restrained. Especially the girl." She ends the conversation. "Oi, you two! Sit still."
The Doctor groans. "Cricket bat. I'm getting cricket bat."
"You were breaking and entering."
"Honestly, why would you uses a cricket bat?" Tory frowns. "You're a policewoman. Shouldn't you have a gun or at least a taser?"
The Doctor tries to stand and finds out he's handcuffed to the radiator. "Well, that's much better. Brand-new me, whack on the head. Just what it needed."
"Do you want to shut up now? I've got back-up on the way!"
"Hang on, no, wait, you're a policewoman."
"And you're breaking and entering. You see how this works?"
"But what are you doing here? Where's Amelia?"
The policewoman seems stunned by that name. "Amelia Pond?"
"Young Scottish girl. Around 7-8 years old. Last time we met her, she was wearing a night gown and a red jacket," Tory described, crossing both arms. "We promised her 5 minutes but the engines were phasing. We're late."
"Has something happened to her?" The Doctor asked, scared of what might happen to Amelia.
"Amelia Pond hasn't lived here in a long time," she revealed.
"How long?"
"6 months."
"You're lying," Tory disagreed, glaring. "The shed on your garden. It was destroyed when we met Amelia. But there's another shed and it looks old than 6 months. So tell us. How long?"
The policewoman walks away, reaching for her radio, seems shock with Tory's remark of noticing her lies.
"What happened to her? What happened to Amelia Pond?" The Doctor demanded.
"Sarge, it's me again. Hurry it up, this guy and girl know something about Amelia Pond," she reported via radio.
The Doctor's gaze goes past her to the same door. Tory follows his gazes as she's secretly trying to break his handcuffs. "I need to speak to whoever lives in this house now."
"I live here."
"How many rooms?" Tory suddenly asked, cutting the Doctor's argument about her stays in this house.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"On this floor. How many rooms on this floor?" The Doctor asked as well, decides to follow on his sister's plan. "Count them for us now."
"Why?"
"Because it will change your life."
"5," she replied, points the door. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5."
"6," the Time Lords corrected.
"6?"
"Look," the Doctor gestures.
"Look where?"
"Exactly where you don't want to look. Where you never want to look, the corner of your eye. Look behind you."
The policewoman slowly looks and sees the door. "That's... That is not possible. How's that possible?"
"There's a perception filter round the door," Tory replied, still trying to break the handcuffs. Apparently, breaking a handcuffs is much harder than crushing a cricket bat. "The Doctor's sensed it the last time we were here. We're just never noticed it faster."
"But that's a whole room. That's a whole room I've never even noticed."
"The filter stops you. Something came a while ago to hide until now. So can you please uncuffs him?"
The policewoman slowly begins to walk down the hall towards the room. "I don't have the key. I lost it."
That gives Tory an idea. "Okay, then. Let's go inside that room. Maybe the key's inside."
"Historian!" The Doctor shouted. How can she just agree with that notion?
"We'll be fine! Don't worry! As soon as we found it, we're leave the room!" Tory assured, grinning as she opens the door, dragging the policewoman as they enter the room. She can see the room is dusty. There're old boxes on the floor, the curtains are barely there and the walls have large spots of water damage. There is a table in the middle of the room.
"There's nothing here," the policewoman noted.
"You think?" Tory dared her as the Doctor's sonic screwdriver just appears on the table, covered in goo.
"Historian?!" The Doctor called.
"I'm okay!" She responded, looking at the ginger. "You see our points now?"
"Yeah, I think I've got it," the policewoman agreed, pick up the screwdriver.
"Get out! Get out of there!" The Doctor shouted.
"We get it!" Tory retorted as she begins to sense another presence of another alien. She smiles. Well, to be fair, she's scared and nervous, but she's loving it. The adrenaline inside. "Corner of your eye, officer. Don't try to see it. If it knows you've seen it, it will kill you. Don't look at it."
But like any normal people, she didn't comply and she sees the creature, screaming.
"Welp, we're doom," Tory commented, grabbing her arm and run out of the room, down the hall to the Doctor. "Here! And FYI, the key's not there."
He takes the screwdriver and uses it on the door's lock before turning it to the handcuffs. It doesn't work. "What's the bad alien done to you?"
"Will that door hold it?"
"Oh, yeah, yeah, course! It's an inter-dimensional multi-form from outer-space. They're all terrified of wood."
A bright light flashes around the edges of the door.
"What's that? What's it doing?" The policewoman asked.
The Doctor wipes screwdriver with his finger. "I don't know, getting dressed? Run. Just go. Your back-up's coming, I'll be fine."
"There is no back-up."
"But you called for back-up," Tory recalled.
"I was pretending. It's a pretend radio."
"You're a policewoman," the Doctor argued.
"I'm a kissogram!" She declared, removes her hat and her ginger hair falls free.
At that moment, the door to the mystery room falls into the hallway to show a man in blue coveralls holding the lead to a large Rottweiler.
The ginger frowns. "But it's just..."
"No, it isn't. Look at the faces," he said.
The man growls and barks while the dog remains impassive. Tory replies with barks as well, like challanging him and the dog.
"What? I'm sorry, but what?" The fake policewoman muttered, looks down at the Doctor.
"It's all one creature. One creature disguised as two," he elaborated as the man and dog turn heads in unison. "Clever old multi-form. A bit of a rush job, though. Got the voice a bit muddled, did you?" They're now looking straight at him. "Mind you, where did you get the pattern from? You'd need a psychic link, a live feed. How did you fix that?"
It snarls, advances on the Doctor, but Tory uses her power to send them away, knocking them on the floor.
From outside, she can heard a loud voice speaking. "Attention, Prisoner Zero. The human residence is surrounded. Attention, Prisoner Zero. The human residence is surrounded."
"What's that?" The woman pondered.
"That would be back-up," the Doctor replied.
"Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated."
The Doctor bangs the screwdriver on the floor in an attempt to get it to work. "Work, work, work. C'mon." He continues to bang the screwdriver until it works. At the same time, Prisoner Zero's slowly wakes up. The Doctor wastes no time to uses it on the handcuffs. "Run," he said, stands up. "Run!" He pushes Tory and the ginger and follows them down the stairs and outside the house.
"Kissogram?" Tory frowns as the Doctor locks the door using his sonic.
"Yes!"
"So why'd you pretend to be a policewoman? And can I just say, you're a terrible actress."
"You two broke into my house! It was this or a French maid!" She remarked, upset with the young girl that keeps blurting at her, follows them. "What's going on? Tell me! Tell me!"
"Well, in short, an alien convict is hiding in your room, disguised as a man and a dog, and another alien is about to incinerate your house. Any questions?"
"Yes."
"Us too." Tory looks at the Doctor. "Is it work?"
"No, no, don't do that, not now!" The Doctor grumbled, staring at the TARDIS. "It's still rebuilding, not letting us in!"
"Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated."
The ginger grabs the Doctor by the arm. "Come on."
"You better tell us the truth," Tory insisted, letting the Doctor go from her grasp. "Why did you say 6 months?"
"We've got to go."
"This matters. This is important," the Doctor pestered. "Why did you say 6 months to us?"
"Why did you say 5 minutes?!" She shouted, now with Scottish accent.
"What?"
"Come on."
"What?"
"Later, brother dear," Tory told him, pulls him by the arm as they follow Amelia.
"What?" The Doctor repeated, still shock.
"Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated."
They run out of the back garden past Prisoner Zero who is standing at the door.
"You're Amelia," he realized as they're walking.
"You're late."
"Amelia Pond, you're the little girl."
"I'm Amelia and you're late."
"What happened?"
"12 years."
"You hit me with a cricket bat."
"12 years," Amelia emphazised.
"A cricket bat," the Doctor insisted.
"12 years and 4 psychiatrists."
"4?" Tory wondered.
"I kept biting them."
"Wow," Tory mused. "Why?"
"They said you two weren't real."
"Good one. They were making mistakes for not believing you."
"Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated," the same voice speaked at a loudspeaker on an ice cream van.
"Oooh! Ice cream!" Tory cheered and runs to the van.
"No, no, no, come on… What? We're being staked out by an ice-cream van?" Amelia complained as Tory and the Doctor heads for the van, forcing her to follows them.
"What's that? Why are you playing that?" He asked while Tory's looking at the menu, seems want to buy an ice cream.
"It's supposed to be Claire De Lune," the vendor stated.
The Doctor picks up the player and listens. "Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated. Repeat, Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated."
Tory steps away from the van and sees a jogger with a MP3 player receiving the message as well as a woman hearing it over her mobile.
"Doctor, Historian, what's happening?" Amelia asked.
The Doctor grabs Tory's arm, leaps over a low white fence into a pretty front garden. Amelia runs around to the front as they're entering a house.
"Hello! Sorry to burst in, we're doing an investigation in this area," Tory told an old woman inside the house. "If you don't mind, may I?"
The old woman let Tory takes the remote and keeps changing the channels on TV. "I was just about to phone. It's on every channel." Then, she sees Amelia. "Hello, Amy, dear. Are you a policewoman now?"
"Well, sometimes."
"I thought you were a nurse."
"I can be a nurse."
"Or, actually, a nun."
"I dabble."
"Amy, who are your friends?"
The Doctor looks at Amelia. "Who's Amy? You were Amelia."
"Yeah, now I'm Amy," Amy replied.
"Amelia Pond, that was a great name."
"Bit fairy tale."
"What's wrong with fairy tale?" Tory countered, confused.
"I know you two, don't I? I've seen you somewhere before," the older woman noted.
"Not me. Brand-new face," he opens his mouth, then closes it. "First time on." Then, he looks at Amy again. "And what sort of job's a kissogram?"
"I go to parties and I kiss people," she explained, clears her throat. "With outfits. It's a laugh."
Tory grimanced. "You were a little girl 5 minutes ago. And now you're taking a job like that? Ew."
"You two are worse than my aunt."
"I'm the Doctor, she's the Historian, we're worse than everybody's aunt," the Doctor announced.
"We need a better way to introduces ourself," Tory commented, turns the TV off as the Doctor picks up a radio and uses the sonic screwdriver on it. They hear the same message about Prisoner Zero, in French and German, before it turns it off.
"OK, so it's everywhere, in every language. They're broadcasting to the whole world." He opens window and looks up.
"What's up there? What are you looking for?" Amy asked.
He goes back inside. "Okay, planet this size, two poles, your basic molten core... They're going to need a 40% fission blast."
Tory looks at the door's direction, sees a young man enters. She walks up to him, trying to see the heigth comparassion. "But they'll have to power up first, won't they?" She asked.
"Yep. So assuming a medium-sized starship, that's 20 minutes," the Doctor muttered, looking at the man, stands first on tip-toe and then back down. "What do you think, 20 minutes?"
Tory nods with a smirks. "Yeah, 20 minutes. We've got 20 minutes."
"20 minutes to what?" Amy wondered.
"Are you the Doctor and the Historian?" He asked them.
"They are, aren't they?" The old woman denoted. "They're the Doctor and the Historian! The Raggedy Doctor and the Quirky Historian. All those cartoons you did when you were little. The Raggedy Doctor and the Quirky Historian. it's them!"
"I know," Amy agreed, sounds embarass.
The Doctor looks bemused. "Cartoons?"
"Quirky?" Tory frowns.
"Gran, it's them, aren't they? It's really them!" The man pointed out at the older woman.
"Jeff, shut up!" Amy hissed, staring the duo. "20 minutes to what?"
"The human residence," Tory addressed, played with her hair. "They're not talking about your house, they're talking about the planet."
"Somewhere up there, there's a spaceship and it's going to incinerate the planet," the Doctor added. "20 minutes to the end of the world."
Note: and now the adventure of 11th Doctor and 3rd Tory begins! Writing 3rd Tory is quite fun myself. She's nothing like her last incarnations, but she's still have some traces of her personality.