3. Starship UK

Tory watches from near the TARDIS's door as Amy, still in her nightgown and robe, is floating outside the open door of the TARDIS and the Doctor holds her ankle.

"Come on, Pond," the Doctor said, pulls her back inside.

"Believe us now?" Tory asked.

"Okay your box is a spaceship. It's really, really a spaceship," Amy uttered. "We are in space! Whoo! What are we breathing?"

"We've extended the air shell, we're fine," the Doctor told her as he and Tory see something below them and squats.

"Interesting," Tory admitted as they are flying over the spaceship. "Let me guess. 29th Century?"

"Yep. Solar flares roast the earth," he walks to the console and Tory follows, "and the entire human race packs its bags," he works on the controls, "and moves out till the weather improves. Whole nations..."

"Doctor?" Amy called.

"...migrating to the stars."

"Doctor?"

"Isn't that amazing?"

"Doctor! Tory!"

They look up from the console to see Amy isn't there. When they get outside, they find Amy's clinging to the roof of the TARDIS.

"Here," Tory stretching her arm and Amy grabs it. "The Doctor's found us a spaceship to explore."

"This is the United Kingdom of Britain and Northern Ireland," the Doctor described. "All of it, bolted together and floating in the sky. Starship UK. It's Britain, but metal. That's not just a ship, that's an idea. That's a whole country, living and laughing and... shopping." Amy chuckles while Tory smiles. "Searching the stars for a new home."

"Can we go out and see?" Amy asked.

"Course we can but first, there's a thing."

"A thing?"

"An important thing. In fact, thing one," he looks through magnifying glass, we are observers only. That's the one rule I've always stuck to in my travels. I never get involved in the affairs of other peoples or planets."

Tory snorted. "Yeah, right," she joked, before looking at the screen that's shows a girl's sitting alone, crying.

"So we're like a wildlife documentary, yeah?" Amy noted. "Cos if they see a wounded little cub or something, they can't just save it, they've got to keep filming and let it die."

The Time Lords decide to go out first, to meet that crying girl. As they left, they heard an announcement that's saying, "Welcome to London Market. You are being monitored." Just as they're about to ask, she's left them in hurry, accidentally bumping the Doctor.

"Well that was rude," Tory huffed and Amy follows them outside the TARDIS.

"I'm in the future," Amy whispered. "Like hundreds... of years in the future. I've been dead for centuries."

"Oh, lovely. You're a cheery one," the Doctor remarked, takes her by the arm and walk besides Tory. "Never mind dead, look at this place. Isn't it wrong?"

"What's wrong?"

"Use your eyes, notice everything. What's wrong with this picture?"

"Is it... the bicycles?" Amy points to rickshaw. "Bit unusual on a spaceship, bicycles."

"Says the girl in the nightie."

"Oh, my God! I'm in my nightie."

"Don't worry about that," Tory waves her hand, find it not important. "Look around you properly."

"London Market is a crime-free zone."

"Life on a giant starship, back to basics. Bicycles, washing lines, wind-up street lamps. But look closer. Secrets and shadows, lives led in fear. Society bent out of shape, on the brink of collapse. A police state. Excuse me," the Doctor runs over to a table and takes a glass of water from one of the people sitting there while Tory follows from behind. He sets it gently on the floor and looks at it intently. He sets it back on the table. "Sorry. Checking all the water in this area. There's an escaped fish." He taps the side of his nose and they and rejoin Amy. "Where was I?"

"A police state," Tory recalled.

"Why did you just do that with the water?" Amy asked.

"Don't know. I think a lot. It's hard to keep track," the Doctor shrugged. "Now, police state, do you see it yet?"

"Where?"

Tory gestures to the little girl before. "There."

She's sitting alone on a bench crying yet everyone walks past, ignoring her. The Doctor, Tory, and Amy head towards her, sitting on a bench facing her.

"One little girl crying," Amy noticed. "So?"

"Crying silently," Tory elaborated, recalling that feeling when she was younger. "Children often cry because they want attention, either they're hurt or afraid. When they cry silently, it's because they just can't stop."

"Any parent knows that," the Doctor agreed, gently rubbing Tory's head, knowing that's how Tory used to be before regenerated again, how scared she was.

"Are you a parent?" Amy suddenly asked the Doctor. Because the way the Doctor's agree with Tory seems to indicate he used to be a father.

He looks away, doesn't want to remember the loss of his family during the Time War, then with his daughter Jenny at Messaline. "Hundreds of parents walking past this spot and not one of them's asking her what's wrong, which means... they already know, and it's something they don't talk about."

"Secrets," Tory denoted, rubbed her eyes. "They're not helping her, so it's something they're afraid of."

"Shadows, whatever they're afraid of, it's nowhere to be seen, which means it's everywhere. Police state."

The girl gets up as the lift bell rings and the figure in the nearby booth turns to watch her.

"Where'd she go?" Amy wondered.

"Deck 207, Apple Sesame block, Dwelling 54A. You're looking for Mandy Tanner. Oh," he reaches into his pocket, "this fell out of her pocket when I accidentally bumped into her." He hands Amy the ID wallet. "Took me four goes. Ask her about those things, the smiling fellows in the booths. They're everywhere."

"But they're just things."

"They're clean," Tory pointed out. "Everything else here is battered and filthy. But none laid a finger on those booths. Not a footprint within two feet of them. Try ask Mandy about it... and why they're scared of those booths."

"No. Hang on, what do I do?" Amy whispered. "I don't know what I'm doing here and I'm not even dressed!"

"It's this or Leadworth. What do you think?" The Doctor playfully taunted her. "Let's see. What will Amy Pond choose? Ha-ha, gotcha!" He checks his watch. "Meet us back here in half an hour."

"What are you going to do?"

"What we always do. Causes more troubles!" Tory grinned.

"Stay out of trouble," the Doctor corrected as they stand. "Badly."

They leap over bench and walk away. Amy gets up and faces them, "So is this how it works, Doctor, Tory? You two never interfere in the affairs of other peoples or planets, unless there's children crying?"

The Doctor's holding Tory's arm tightly. "Yes."

They climb down a ladder, places their hands on the wall before leaning in to listen. "Can't be," the Doctor murmured, uses the sonic screwdriver to get a reading.

"But it is, isn't it?" Tory asked back, notices a glass of water on the floor. She lies down and stares at it.

"The impossible truth in a glass of water," a woman whispered to them, wearing a mask. "Not many people see it. But you do, don't you, Doctor, Historian?"

"You know us?" He asked with Tory stands up.

"Keep your voice down. They're everywhere." The woman glances at Tory. "Tell me what you see in the glass."

"Who says we see anything?"

"Don't waste time. At the marketplace, you placed a glass of water on the floor, looked at it, then you two came straight here to the engine room. Why?"

"No engine vibration on deck," Tory responded. "I mean, a big ship like this, you should feel it's vibration. The water should move. But the water doesn't move."

The Doctor opens power box on the wall. "It doesn't make sense. These power couplings, they're not connected. Look. Look, they're dummies, see?" He crosses hall and taps the wall. "And behind this wall, nothing. It's hollow. If I didn't know better, I'd say there was..."

"No engine at all," the mysterious woman murmured.

"But it's working. This ship is travelling though space. We saw it."

"The impossible truth, Doctor, Historian. We're travelling among the stars in a spaceship that could never fly."

Tory frowns. "How?"

"I don't know. There's a darkness at the heart of this nation. It threatens every one of us. Help us, Time Siblings. You're our only hope. Your friend is safe." She hands the Doctor a device. "This will take you to her. Now go, quickly!" She insisted, begins to walk away but the Doctor quickly asking her.

"Who are you? How do we find you again?"

She turns to face him and whispering, "I am Liz 10. And I will find you."

There's a crashing sound and the Time Lords look around. When they turn back, she's gone.

Using the device, they manage to find Mandy's standing in front of a door. The door suddenly open and they enter the room, where Amy's sitting on a chair.

"What have you done, Amy Pond?" Tory asked her, getting her to stands up while the Doctor's stand on the chair, using the sonic screwdriver on the lamp above.

"Yeah, your basic memory wipe job. Must have erased about 20 minutes," he murmured, jumps to the floor.

"But why would I choose to forget?" Amy wondered.

"'Cos everyone does. Everyone chooses the 'forget' button," Mandy answered.

The Doctor gazes at her. "Did you?"

"I'm not eligible to vote yet. I'm 12. Any time after you're 16, you're allowed to the see the film and make your choice. And then, once every 5 years..."

"And once every 5 years, everyone chooses to forget what they've learned. Democracy in action," he finished, heads back to the monitors.

"Wish I'm here," Tory admitted. "I'm pass 16. I can choose 'protest' button instead. See some changes."

"You're still around my age," Mandy argued. "And how do you not know about this? Are you Scottish too?"

"Trust me, Mandy, me and my brother dear? We're way worse than Scottish."

"I can't even see the movie," the Doctor argued. "Won't play for me."

"It played for me," Amy recalled.

"The difference being the computer doesn't accept me as human."

"Really?" Tory hops into the monitors. Nothing happen. "Darn. I hope it will play for me. You know, since I'm part human."

"You look human," Amy noted, joins them.

The Doctor looks at Amy. "No, you look Time Lord. We came first."

"So there are other Time Lords, yeah?"

"No. There were, but there aren't... Just us now. Long story. There was a bad day. Bad stuff happened, and you know what? I'd love to forget it all, every last bit of it, but I don't. Not ever. Cos this is what I do, every time, every day, every second," he addressed, holding Tory's hand. "This. Hold tight. We're bringing down the government."

The Doctor pounds the 'Protest' button. The door slams shut, leaving Mandy outside. Tory pulls Amy into the corner of the room as the floor slides open.

"Say Wheee!" The Doctor sad.

"Aaargh!" Amy responded.

"Wahooo!" Tory cheered with them fall down the chute and landing in some place that illuminates with red and some weird liquid.

The Doctor stands up and uses the sonic screwdriver. "High-speed air cannon. Lousy way to travel."

"Where are we?" Amy asked.

"600 feet down, 20 miles laterally, puts us at the heart of the ship. I'd say... Lancashire. What's this, then, a cave? Can't be a cave. Looks like a cave."

Amy stands alongside Tory. "It's a rubbish dump, and it's minging!" Amy muttered, throws a piece of rubbish.

"Yes, but only food refuse." The Doctor sniffs. "Organic, coming through feeder tubes from all over the ship."

Tory gets down on hands and knees. "The floor's all... squidgy, like a water bed. But if it's for feeding, feeding what, exactly?"

"It's sort of rubbery, feel it. Wet and slimy," Amy denoted.

The Time Lords hears a distant moaning, soom realizing where they are. "Er... It's not a floor, it's a..." he puts screwdriver away, "so..."

"It's a tongue," Tory cut in and grinning.

"A tongue?" Amy pondered.

"A tongue. A great big tongue," the Doctor revealed, looks excited.

"This is a mouth? This whole place is a mouth? We're in a mouth?!"

"Yes, yes, yes, but on the plus side, roomy."

"How do we get out?"

The Doctor takes out his sonic screwdriver. "How big is this beastie? It's gorgeous! Blimey! if this is just the mouth, I'd love to see the stomach." He and Tory hear a grunting. "Though not right now."

"Doctor, how do we get out?"

"Well, it's being fed through surgically implanted feeder tubes, so the normal entrance is..." Tory sees the sharp teeth of a closed mouth, "that."

"We can try, though," Amy said and heads forward.

"No! Stop, don't move!" The Doctor warned as the mouth heaves in agitation. "Too late. It's started."

"What has?"

"What do you after chewing your food?" Tory inquired as they slip and fall back into the refuse and the Doctor uses the screwdriver on the mouth walls.

Amy looks at him. "What are you doing?"

"I'm vibrating the chemo-receptors," he answered.

"Chemo-what?

"The eject button."

"How does a mouth have an eject button?"

"Think about it!" He simply said as they hear the creature growl, and, on their knees, look to see a wave of bile coming towards them. "Right, then," the Doctor straightens tie and holding his sister's hand. Both look excited. "This isn't going to be big on dignity. Geronimo!"

"Wahooo!"

"Ahhhh!" Amy yelled as the wave comes to them.

Soon, they find themselves out of the mouth and back in the ship. The Doctor helps Tory to stands up and examines the door. "There's nothing broken, there's no sign of concussion and yes, you are covered in sick."

"Where are we?" Amy asked.

"Overspill pipe, at a guess."

She stands. "Oh, God, it stinks."

"That's not the pipe."

"Oh." Amy smells herself. "Whoo! Can we get out?"

"One door, one door switch, one condition." He and Tory move to show the button on the door. "We forget everything we saw. Look familiar? That's the carrot." The lights come on to reveal two Smilers. "Ooh, here's the stick. There's a creature living in the heart of this ship. What's it doing there?"

The faces spin to show mad. Tory rolls her eyes. "Pu-le-ase! As if that's gonna work with us!"

"Big old beast below decks, and everyone who protests gets shoved down its throat. That how it works?" The Doctor guessed. The faces spin again to show anger. "Oh, stop it. We're not leaving and we're not forgetting and what are you fellows going to do about it? Stick out your tongues?"

The booths open and the two Smilers stand and walk towards them who back away.

"Doctor? Tory?" Amy called.

The mysterious woman from before appears behind them and shoots the Smilers. She twirls her pistol before placing it back in its holster.

"Look who it is. You look a lot better without your mask," the Doctor admitted.

"You must be Amy," Liz 10 guesses. "Liz. Liz 10."

"Hi."

Liz 10 shakes her hand. "Eurgh!" She wipes hand on cloak. "Lovely hair, Amy. Shame about the sick." She heads for door. "You know Mandy, yeah?" She puts her arm around her shoulder. "She's very brave."

Curious, Tory asking her. "How did you find us?"

"Stuck my gizmo on him," Liz 10 throws a device at the Doctor. "Been listening in. Nice moves on the hurl escape. So, what's the big fella doing here?"

"You're over 16, you've voted. Whatever this is, you've chosen to forget about it," the Doctor told her.

"No. Never forgot, never voted. Not technically a British subject."

"Then who and what are you, and how do you know us?"

"You're a bit hard to miss, love. Mysterious stranger, MO consistent with higher alien intelligence, hair of an idiot," she added. The Doctor points like he's about the argue then runs his hand through his soaked hair instead. "I've been brought up on the stories. My whole family was."

"Your family?" Tory frowns, starts to get a feeling who Liz 10 might be. But before she can ask, one of the Smilers begins to move.

"They're repairing. Doesn't take them long. Let's move," Liz 10 suggested and they leave the overspill.

After makes sure they're safe, Liz 10 explains herself as they're walking on a corridor. "The Doctor and the Historian. Old drinking buddy of Henry XII. Good friend with Liz II, who gave you that sword," Liz 10 noted at Tory before alluding the Doctor. "Vicky was a bit on the fence about you, weren't she? Knighted and exiled you on the same day. And so much for the Virgin Queen, you bad, bad boy!" She teased.

The Doctor looks slightly embarass before asking, "Liz 10?"

"Liz 10, yeah. Elizabeth X. And down!" Shs turns and fires both pistols at the Smilers. Both fall. "I'm the bloody Queen, mate. Basically, I rule." Liz 10 takes them to another corridor. It is the base of a vator shaft. "There's a high-speed Vator through there," Liz told them. The Time Lords look into a caged area where there are two of the things. "Oh, yeah. There's these things. Any ideas?"

"Doctor, I saw one of these up top," Amy remembered. "There was a hole in the road, like it had burst through, like a root."

"Exactly like a root. It's all one creature, the same one we were inside, reaching out. It must be growing through the mechanisms of the entire ship," the Doctor agreed.

"What? Like an infestation?" Liz 10 guessed.

"Someone's helping it. Feeding it."

"Feeding my subjects to it. Come on. We've got to keep moving."

Liz 10 storms off in anger and Mandy follows.

Amy soon notices something's off with the Time Lords. "Doctor? Tory?"

Tory looks solemn, as if she's in pain. The Doctor gently patting her head, looks sympathetically at creatures as they bang against the bars. "We should never have come here," he murmured sadly.

They arrive at Liz 10's room. The Time Lords walk carefully through the maze of glasses on the floor of her room. "Why all the glasses?" The Doctor asked.

Liz 10 sits on her bed. "To remind me every single day that my government is up to something, and it's my duty to find out what."

Tory picks up a mask, showing it to the Doctor. "A queen going undercover to investigate her own kingdom?" Tory asked.

"Secrets are being kept from me. I don't have a choice. 10 years I've been at this, my entire reign, and you've achieved more in one afternoon."

The Doctor starts to pacing around. "How old were you when you came to the throne?"

"40. Why?"

The Time Lords looking at each other. Could it be...?

Yeah, the Doctor agreed.

Amy's putting her hair up. "What, you're 50 now? No way!"

"Yeah, they slowed my body clock," Liz 10 explained as Amy and Mandy sit on the chaise at the floor of the bed. "Keeps me looking like the stamps."

The Time Lords sit on the bed, still holding the mask. "And you always wear this in public?" Tory imquired.

"Undercover's not easy when you're me. The autographs, the bunting."

"Air-balanced porcelain," the Doctor added. "Stays on by itself, cos it's perfectly sculpted to your face."

"Yeah. So what?"

"Oh, Liz. So everything."

The door opens and four hooded men enter.

"What are you doing?" Liz 10 demanded. "How dare you come in here?"

"Ma'am, you have expressed interest in the interior workings of Starship UK. You will come with us now," one of the hooded man stated.

"Why would I do that?"

His head spins to show the face of an angry Smiler.

"How can they be Smilers?" Liz 10 asked.

"Half Smiler, half human," Tory shrugged.

"Whatever you creatures are, I am still your queen. On whose authority is this done?"

"The highest authority, Ma'am."

"I am the highest authority."

"Yes, Ma'am. You must go now, Ma'am."

"Where?"

"The Tower, Ma'am."

The group is escorted to a large stone room containing high-tech machines. There's a grating through.

"Doctor, Tory, where are we?" Amy wondered.

"The lowest point of Starship UK," he replied, spins, arms out. "The dungeon."

"Ma'am," a grey-haired man greeted Liz 10.

"Hawthorne! So this is where you hid yourself away. I think you've got some explaining to do," Liz 10 demanded.

"There's children down here. What's all that about?" The Doctor asked.

"Protesters and citizens of limited value are fed to the beast. For some reason, it won't eat the children. You're the first adults it's spared. You're very lucky."

"Yeah, look at us. Torture chamber of the Tower of London. Lucky, lucky, lucky. Except it's not a torture chamber, is it?" He starts to examines the equipment around. "Well, except it is. Except it isn't. Depends on your angle."

The Doctor and Toey join Liz 10 by an open 'well' with a railing around it. Inside seems to be something alive. "What's that?" Liz 10 inquired.

"Depends on the angle," Tory replied, starting to look grim.

"It's either the exposed pain centre of big fella's brain, being tortured relentlessly," the Doctor remarked, looks solemn.

"Or?" Liz 10 questioned.

"Or it's the gas pedal, the accelerator. Starship UK's go-faster button."

"I don't understand."

"Think, Elizabeth X," Tory quietly imparted. "The spaceship that could never fly and no vibration on deck. Why? Because a large creature already operates this ship. And this place? This is the place where you hurt it and torture it, day after day, just to keep it moving." Tory looks at an intermittent electrical beam shoots down into the creature's exposed brain. Amy notices how no smile or playfulness can be see on her face. Tory looks so cold and distant.

"Tell you what," the Doctor moves to another well and lifts the grate. "Normally, it's above the range of human hearing. This is the sound none of you wanted to hear." He uses the screwdriver at one of the extensions of the creature breaks free and the others hear the creature's scream that the Time Lords keep hearing for while.

"Stop it," Liz 10 begged and look at Hawthrone. "Who did this?"

"We act on instructions from the highest authority."

"I am the highest authority. The creature will be released, now. I said now!" But no one moves. "Is anyone listening to me?"

Still holding Liz 10's mask, the Doctor approaches her. "Liz. Your mask."

"What about my mask?"

He tosses the mask. "Look at it. It's old. At least 200 years old, I'd say."

"Yeah, it's an antique, so?"

"Yeah, an antique made by craftsmen over 200 years ago and perfectly sculpted to your face. They slowed your body clock, all right, but you're not 50. Nearer 300. And it's been a long old reign."

"Nah, it's 10 years. I've been on this throne 10 years."

"10 years. And the same 10 years over and over again," he takes her by the hand, "always leading you," he shows her the voting area, "here."

Tory slowly follows them and sees the buttons that read 'forget' and 'abdicate'.

Liz 10 turns to Hawthorne. "What have you done?"

"Only what you have ordered. We work for you, Ma'am. The Winders, the Smilers, all of us." Hawthrone turns on the screen. They can see Liz 10 at the screen, seems like a recording one.

"If you are watching this... If I am watching this, then I have found my way to the Tower Of London. The creature you are looking at is called a Star Whale. Once, there were millions of them. They lived in the depths of space and, according to legend, guided the early space travelers through the asteroid belts. This one, as far as we are aware, is the last of its kind. And what we have done to it breaks my heart. The Earth was burning. Our sun had turned on us, and every other nation had fled to the skies. Our children screamed as the skies grew hotter. And then it came, like a miracle. The last of the star whales. We trapped it, we built our ship around it, and we rode on its back to safety. If you wish our voyage to continue, then you must press the 'forget' button. Be again the heart of this nation, untainted. If not, press the other button. Your reign will end, the Star Whale will be released, and our ship will disintegrate. I hope I keep the strength to make the right decision."

"I voted for this?" Amy muttered, look at the Time Lords. "Why would I do that?"

"Because you knew if we stayed here, we'd be faced with an impossible choice. Humanity or the alien. You took it upon yourself to save me from that," the Doctor replied, stern. "And that was wrong. You don't ever decide what we need to know."

"I don't even remember doing it."

Tory starts to chuckles before speaks mockingly. "'Oh! I don't remember doing it, so I'm innocent! Oh, look! A large creature actually sailing this ship! What should I do? Upsie, I'm better agree with this nonsense so the Doctor and Tory won't know! I mean, it's for the best, right? I mean, it's just a creature. What's the deal?'" She stares at Amy, looking so pissed. "You know, Amy, we made a mistake. Once, at Mars. It wasn't until a woman wake us up from our mistake. We hope... we hope that Humans won't made a mistake that the Doctor or I did. That humans can see the wonder of the universe with brilliant minds and wisdom." She looks around. "But instead... you and the entire population in this ship just agree to uses this innocent creature for your selfish benefit without consider the creature's pain. You're not better than those STUPID humans at Midnight plane!"

Tory takes a deep breath. She's not crying, which is odd. She always crying whenever she speaks about heavy subjects she can't bear. This is one of them. But for the first time, she's so angry she can't form tears at her eyes. She feels... betrayal. She always find humans are amazing and smart and wise, like the Doctor. Yes, she knows not all of them are like that. Some can be rotten and horrible and frustrating. But she hopes that humans who set sail across the stars can be more understanding than their ancestors that's stuck on Earth. That they can learn compassion.

She knows... there's that tiny hypocrisy in her hearts about this. She and the Doctor also became corrupt at Mars, became selfish. Not to mention, the mistake the Doctor did with Gallifrey and Harriet Jones. She's already forgive him from that matters. But that doesn't mean she's agree fully with his options of Gallifrey. It's still wrong.

She genuinely hope people can learn their mistakes from the past and make a better choice at the future, like she initially though of her reasoning to choose her title.

"I'm... I'm sorry," Amy apologized, doesn't know what to react or say.

"Oh, I don't care. When we're done here, you're going home," he grumbled and walks away.

"Why? Because I made a mistake?" Amy demanded, upset. "One mistake? I don't even remember doing it. Doctor!"

"Yeah. I know. You're only human," he responded, checks the intrumental panels.

"What are you doing?"

"The worst thing I'll ever do. I'm going to pass a massive electrical charge through the Star Whale's brain. Should knock out all its higher functions, leave it a vegetable. The ship will still fly, but the whale won't feel it."

"That'll be like killing it."

"Look, three options. One, I let the Star Whale continue in unendurable agony for hundreds more years. Two, I kill everyone on this ship. Three, I murder a beautiful, innocent creature as painlessly as I can. And then I find a new name, because I won't be the Doctor any more."

Tory gently holding his arms, slowly putting it away. "Don't do this," Tory begged, speaks in Gallifreyan.

"We don't have other choices," he insisted, trying to pull away, but Tory resist.

"I'm still angry with them," Tory admitted, making the Doctor turns his head at her. "Trust me. I still do. But... but we can't make this decision to ourself. We... we should think of another way out. And this won't help the problem itself."

"Why?"

"Because this isn't different from what you did at Gallifrey. Don't add this into your list of regrets."

The Doctor looks bewildered, not even consider that though cross his mind.

Unknown to them, Amy finally figures out a way to solve this. She grabs Liz 10's hand and
leads her to the buttons. "Sorry, Your Majesty, going to need a hand."

"Amy, no! No!" The Time Lords screamed, rushing over. But Amy forces Liz 10's hand down on the 'abdicate' button. The whale bellows and the whole ship shakes, causing havoc on every level.

"Amy, what have you done?" The Doctor hollered.

"Nothing at all. Am I right?"

"We've increased speed," Hawthrone reported.

"Yeah, well, you've stopped torturing the pilot. Gotta help," Amy contended, smiles.

"It's still here?" Liz 10 frowns. "I don't understand."

"The Star Whale didn't come like a miracle all those years ago," Amy revealed. "It volunteered. You didn't have to trap it or torture it, that was all just you. It came because it couldn't stand to watch your children cry. What if you were really old, and really kind and alone? Your whole race dead, no future. What couldn't you do then? If you were that old, and that kind, and the very last of your kind," she turns to look at the Doctor, then at Tory, "you couldn't just stand there and watch children cry."

The Doctor and Tory are standing beside each other, looking out onto the starship from observation deck.

Amy joins them. "From Her Majesty." She holds out the mask. She says there will be no more secrets on Starship UK."

"Amy, you could have killed everyone on this ship," the Doctor reprimanded her.

"You could have killed a Star Whale."

"Still, it's a gamble, Amy. For all we know, the Star Whale will ravaging the ship," Tory shared, sighs, tugging her right earlobe. "I'm sorry for getting pissed at you. It wasn't fair of me."

Amy shook her head. She doesn't know what truly happen to them before meeting her, but she can guess it's not pleasent to talk about. There's no way a girl like Tory, who always cheerful and carefree get sudden outburst like that for nothing. "It's okay," she admitted, looking at the stars. "Amazing, though, don't you think? The Star Whale. All that pain and misery... and loneliness." She looks sideways at them. "And it just made it kind."

The three of them hug.

"Hey," Amy whispered.

"What?" Tory wondered.

"Gotcha."

The Doctor smiles. "Ha! Gotcha."

They head back to the TARDIS. "Shouldn't we say goodbye?" Amy pondered. "Won't they wonder where we went?"

"For the rest of their lives," Tory replied with sneaky smiles.

"Oh, the songs they'll write!" The Doctor mused. "Never mind them. Big day tomorrow."

"Sorry, what?" Amy frowns.

"It's always a big day tomorrow. We've got a time machine. We skip the little ones," he said, unlocks the TARDIS.

"You know what I said about getting back for tomorrow morning... Have you ever run away from something because you were scared, or not ready, or just... Just because you could?"

"Once...a long time ago."

"What happened?"

"Hello!"

A phone begins to ring.

"Right," Amy responded. "Doctor, there's something I haven't told you."

"Seems like someone's calling us," Tory muttered as she, the Doctor, and Amy enter the TARDIS.

"People phone you?" Amy frowns.

"Well, it's a phone box. Would you mind?" He asked, prepares to dematerialize the TARDIS with Tory.

Amy answers phone on the console. "Hello? Sorry, who? No, seriously. Who?" She muffles the phone against her shoulder. "Says he's Prime Minister. First the Queen, now the Prime Minister. Get about, don't you?"

"Which Prime Minister?" He asked and motions Tory to pull a lever, dematerialized the TARDIS.

"Er, which Prime Minister?" Amy questioned as Tory does what the Doctor told her. "The British one."

"Which British one?"

"Which British one?" She inquired before her eyes widen, passes the phone to him. "Winston Churchill for you."

"Oh! Hello, dear. What's up? ... Don't worry about a thing, Prime Minister. We're on our way," he assured before ends the call.

"What happen?" Tory asked.

The Doctor grins. "Sister dear, we've got an appointment with Prime Minister Churchill."

Note: It's still confused me how Moffat said that he hated this episode. I genuinely like this episode. Not my favourite, of course, but I'm enjoying this episode.

And also, we've got see what kind person Third Tory much deeper. I really wanna show that despite being happy, go-lucky girl she becomes, that doesn't erase the anger and negative side she has. I hope the explanation make much sense of why she got pissed with what the people on Starship UK, even Amy did.