6. Escaping The Angels
"Whoa!" Tory responded, standing up, looking around with a big grin. "That... was... awesome! Let's doing it again!"
"What happened?" Amy asked as she and others start to standing up as well.
"We jumped," River answered.
"Jumped where?"
"Up, up, look up!" The Doctor replied.
"Where are we?" Amy wondered.
"On the bottom of the ship. Or the Byzantium, to be exact," Tory answered.
"The artificial gravity. One good jump," the Doctor jumps in place, "and up we fell. Shot out the grav-globe to give us an updraft, and here we are!" Then, he returns to sonic the indentation.
"Doctor," Octavian called. "The statues, they look more like Angels now."
"They're feeding on the radiation from the wreckage, draining all the power from the ship, restoring themselves," the Doctor denoted. "Within an hour, they'll be an army!" Tory looks the indentation that opens up into the ship and the lights start going out. "They're taking out the lights. Look at them, look at the Angels. Into the ship, now, quickly all of you!"
He and Tory slips into the hole, standing upright. "It's just a corridor," he noted. "The gravity orientates to the floor. Now, in here, all of you. Don't take your eyes off the Angels. Move, move, move!" He urged, uses the screwdriver on a keypad.
"Okay, men, go, go, go!" Octavian ordered and joins them. "The Angels, presumably they can jump up too?"
The door closes with everyone is inside. "They're here," Tory confirmed. "Come on!"
A large door behind them closes, blocking their only escape.
"This whole place is a death trap," Octavian argued.
"No, it's a time bomb. Well, it's a death trap and a time bomb. And now it's a dead end," the Doctor blurted. "Nobody panic."
"Actually, you can," Tory affirmed, witnessing the Angels try to come in the exterior door that causing some sparks on the door.
"What's through here?"
"Secondary flight deck."
"Okay. So we've basically run up the inside of a chimney, yeah?" Amy concluded. "So what if the gravity fails?"
"I've thought about that," the Doctor replied as River begins to work on bypassing the power.
"And?"
"And we'll all plunge to our deaths. See. I've thought about it. The security protocols are still live. There's no way to override them, it's impossible."
"How impossible?" River asked.
"2 minutes," the Doctor noted as the hum of the engines powers down and their way in has reopened and they can see the cavern outside.
"The hull is breached and the power's failing," Octavian said.
The lights go out and Tory spots a hand of a Weeping Angel.
"Sir! Incoming!" A cleric informed.
"Doctor!" Amy called. "Lights."
The Doctor uses the sonic to help River. The lights come on briefly and they can see an Angel making its way inside. The lights go out again and come on brighter, showing four Angels inside the corridor with them.
"Clerics, keep watching them," Octavian ordered.
"And don't look at their eyes. Anywhere else. Not the eyes," the Doctor added. "I've isolated the lighting grid. They can't drain the power now."
"Good work, Doctor."
"Yes. good. Good in many ways, good you like it so far..."
"So far?" Amy frowns.
"Well, there's only one way to open this door. I guess I'll need to route all the power in this section through the door control."
"Good, fine, do it," Octavian agreed, not seeing the problem.
"But that means the lights as well. All of them. I'll need to turn out the lights."
"How long for?"
"Fraction of a second," the Doctor guessed, "maybe longer. Maybe quite a bit longer."
"Maybe?"
"I'm guessing. We're being attacked by statues in a crashed ship, there isn't a manual for this!"
"Doctor, we lost the torches. We'll be in total darkness," Amy argued.
"We know about that Amy," Tory told her. "So? Father Octavian?"
Octavian just looking at River. "Dr. Song, I've lost good Clerics today. You trust this man and girl?"
"I absolutely trust them," River replied.
"They're not some kind of mad, then?"
"I absolutely trust them."
"Excuse me," the Doctor excused himself and goes back to work on the door.
"I'm taking your word, because you're the only one who can manage these two," Octavian whispered to River, not noticing Tory can heard them. "But that only works so long as they don't know who you are. You cost me any more men, and I might just tell them. Understood?"
The young girl observes River's face. How quiet yet there's a hint of concern. "Understood."
"Okay. Doctor, we've got your back."
"Bless you. Bishop."
"Combat distance, ten feet. As soon as the lights go down, continuous fire," Octavian alluded to the Clerics. "Full spread over the hostiles. Do not stop firing while the lights are out. Shot gun protocol, we don't have bullets to waste."
"Sister dear," the Doctor called her and gesturing her to be closer. "When the lights go down, the wheel should release. Spin it clockwise, four turns."
"10," Amy suddenly said.
"No, four," Tory corrected.
"Yeah, four, I heard you."
Tory takes her position at the door as the Doctor places his sonic screwdriver into the circuit. "Ready!" He announced.
"On my count then. God be with us all. 3... 2... 1," he counted and the lights go out. "Fire!"
The clerics open fire on the Angels. The Doctor, Tory and River try to get the door open. "Turn!" The man ordered.
"Doctor, quickly!" River urged as Tory manages to open it. She let Amy and River slip through the opening first.
"Fall back!" Octavian commanded and the Clerics move through the doorway followed by him and the Time Lords, move down a similar corridor to another door. The Doctor holds the door open with the sonic as the others, including Tory, go through.
"Doctor, quickly," River said.
"Doctor!" Amy and Tory called and he runs to join them as the door closes quickly behind him and immediately goes to one of the controls. "Doctor! What are you doing?"
"Magnetized the door. Nothing could turn that wheel now," Octavian noted.
"I don't think so," Tory commented as the wheel begins to turn behind him.
"Dear God!"
"Ah, now you're getting it!" The Doctor chimed. "You've bought us time though, that's good. I am good with time."
"Doctor!" Amy called as another door wheel is spinning.
"Seal that door. Seal it now!" Octavian ordered and s cleric places a magnetic device on the second door.
"We're surrounded!" River realized and the third door begins to spin open.
"Seal it, seal that door." A second cleric places a device on the door and Octavian looks at the duo. "Doctor, how long have we got?"
"5 minutes, max," he replied.
"9," Amy blurted.
"5 minutes, Amy," Tory clarified.
"5, right yeah."
"Why d'you say 9?" The Doctor asked.
"I didn't."
"Yes, you are," Tory pointed out.
"We need another way out of here," River interjected.
"There isn't one," Octavian said.
"Yeah, there is, course there is," the Doctor responded. "This is a galaxy class ship, goes for years between planet-falls. So," he snaps his fingers, "what do they need?"
"Of course," River understood and he snaps his fingers again.
Amy frowns. "Of course, what? What do they need?"
"Can we get in there?" Octavian asked.
"Well, it's a sealed unit, but they must have installed it somehow. This whole wall should slide up," he denoted, presses against the rear wall. "There's clamps. Release the clamps!" He said and uses the sonic on the clamps.
"What's through there? What do they need?" Amy asked, still confused.
"They need to breathe," Tory answered as the door slowly rises. She and the Doctor smiles.
"But that's... That's a..." Amy muttered, shock to sees vegetation and trees.
"It's an oxygen factory," River clarified.
"It's a forest."
"Exactly," Tory addressed. "It's a forest and an oxygen factory. If Doctor's right, we can find an escape route."
"8," Amy said.
"What did you say?" River frowns.
"Nothing."
Tory watches Amy, worry. She's counting. But for what? And why can't she realizes it?
"Is there another exit?" The Doctor wondered. "Scan the architecture, we don't have time to get lost in there."
"On it!" Octavian followed, steps into forest. "Stay where you are until I've checked the Rad levels."
"But trees! On a space ship?" Amy pointed out.
"Oh, more than trees, way better than trees. You're going to love this." He steps into the forest and opens a section of peat moss to reveal circuitry.
"Treeborgs. Trees plus technology. Branches become cables, become sensors on the hull. A forest sucking in starlight, breathing out air," Tory explained. "It even rains."
"There's a whole mini-climate," the Doctor added. "It is an eco-pod running through the heart of the ship. A forest in a bottle, on a space ship, in a maze. Have I impressed you yet, Amy Pond?"
Amy chuckles bwfore saying, "7."
"7?" He frowns, joins her back on the flight deck with Tory.
"Sorry, what?"
"You said 7."
"No. I didn't."
"Yes, you did," River confirmed.
"Doctor! There's an exit, far end of the ship, into the Primary Flight Deck," Octavian inforned.
"Good, that's where we need to go," he noted.
"Plotting a safe path."
"Quick as you like!"
"Doctor? Excuse me. Hello, Doctor? Angel Bob here, Sir."
He sits in command chair, receiving the call with Tory standing besides him. "Ah. there you are, Angel Bob. How's life? Sorry, bad subject."
"The Angels are wondering what you hope to achieve."
"Achieve? We're not achieving anything. We're just hanging. It's nice in here, consoles, comfy chairs, a forest. How's things with you?"
"The Angels are feasting, Sir. Soon we will be able to absorb enough power to consume this vessel, this world, and all the stars and worlds beyond."
"Oooh, what a dangerous threat, buuut..." Tory pretends playing a drum. "News flash! It's not the first time and certainly not the last time we ever heard that."
"And, we've got comfy chairs, did I mention?" The Doctor mentioned.
"We have no need of comfy chairs."
The Doctor gazes at Tory, grinning. "I made him say comfy chairs!"
"I know. Can you believe this?" Tory giggles.
"Six," Amy agreed.
Tory takes the radio from him. "Enough flip-flap, Angel Bob. Tell me. What have you done to Amy?"
"There is something in her eye."
"What's in her eye?"
"We are, Miss."
"What's he talking about? Doctor, Tory, I'm five," Amy replied, making everyone stares at her. "I mean, five. Fine! I'm fine."
"You're counting," River noticed.
"Counting?"
"Counting from 10 ever since we're landing at the bottom of the Byzantium," Tory pointed out.
"Why?" Amy asked, scared.
"Making us panic? Making you afraid? Both?"
"We shall take her. We shall take all of you. We shall have dominion over all time and space."
The Doctor takes the radio. "Get a life, Bob. Oops, sorry again. There's power on this ship, but nowhere near that much."
"With respect, Sir, there is more power on this ship than you yet understand."
There is a loud, horrible screeching, causing Tory to wincing and closed her ears.
"Dear God, what is it?" River wondered.
"They're back," Octavian addressed.
"It's hard to put in your terms, Dr. Song, but as best I understand it, the Angels are laughing."
"Laughing?" Tory frowns. "For what?"
"Because you haven't noticed yet. The Time Lords in the TARDIS hasn't noticed."
"Doctor!" Octavian insisted.
The Doctor stands up. "No, wait, there's something..."
"We missed," Tory ended, pointing a glowing crack high in the wall, looking intense. The Doctor runs back to the wall.
"That's... That's like the crack from my bedroom wall from when I was a little girl," Amy recalled.
"Yes," he agreed.
"Okay, enough, we're moving out!" Octavian ordered.
"Agreed. Doctor?" River called.
"Yeah. Fine!" He said, uses his sonic on the crack.
"What are you doing?"
"Right with you."
"We're not leaving without you!"
"Oh. yes you are. Bishop?"
"Miss Pond, Miss Historian, Dr. Song, now!"
"You better be okay," Tory warned, grabs Amy, pulling her to the forest alongside River. Without wasting time, Octavian and the clerics are walking slowly through the forest, keeping River, Tory, and Amy safely in the center.
Amy starts to walk slower, looking sick.
"Amy?" River called, walks over and grips her arms.
"Amy, what's wrong?" Tory asked.
"4," she simply said and curls up on a moss-covered rock.
"Med-scanner, now!" River insisted and one of the clerics gives it to her.
"Dr. Song, Miss Historian, we can't stay here, we've got to keep moving," Octavian addressed.
"We wait for my brother," Tory told him as River uses the scanner on Amy.
"Our mission is to make this wreckage safe and neutralise the Angels. Until that is achieved..."
"Father Octavian, when the Doctor and his sister is in the room, your only mission is to keep them alive long enough to get everyone else home. And trust me. It's not easy. Now, if he's dead back there, I'll never forgive myself, and if he's alive, I'll never forgive him," River claimed, then stop for a brief moment. "And, Doctor, you're standing right behind me, aren't you?"
"Oh, yeah," a voiced replied and both girls face the Doctor, who's jacket is missing.
"I hate you!'
"You don't. Bishop, the Angels are in the forest," he announced, goes to Amy's side.
"We need visual contact on every line of approach," Octavian affirmed.
"How did you get past them?" Tory curiously asked.
"Found a crack in the wall and told them it was the end of the universe."
"What was it?" Amy asked.
"The end of the universe. Let's have a look then." The Doctor checks the med-scanner.
"So. what's wrong with me?"
Tory looks at the scanner. "Uh, bad news, Amy. Very, very bad news."
"What's the matter with Amelia?" The Doctor pondered. "Something's in her eye. What does that mean? Doesn't mean anything..."
"Doctor," Amy called.
"Busy."
"Scared!"
"Course, you're dying, shut up!"
"Okay, let him think," River alluded.
The Doctor stands. "What happened? She stared at the Angel, she looked into the eyes of an angel for too long..."
"Sir! Angel, incoming!" A cleric announced.
"And here," another cleric added.
"Keep visual contact, do not let it move!" Octavian ordered.
The Doctor starting to paces and slaps sides of his head. "Come on, come on, wakey, wakey! She watched an Angel climb out of the screen. She stared at the Angel and…"
"And it snuck inside of her," Tory realized. "'The image of an Angel is an Angel.'"
"A living image in a human mind. We stare at them to stop them getting closer, we don't even blink and that's exactly what they want, cos as long as our eyes are open, they can climb inside. There's an Angel in her mind," he puts his hand over his mouth.
"3," Amy said. "Doctor, it's coming. I can feel it. I'm going to die!"
"Please just shut up, I'm thinking. Now counting, what's that about?"
Tory takes the radio from the Doctor, needs an conclusive answer. "Angel Bob, why are they making Amy count?"
"To make her afraid, Miss."
Tory scratched her nose. "And let me guess. You're enjoying this, are you?"
"Of course, Miss."
"Good, thank you for that," she replied before tossing the radio far away.
"Doctor, Tory what's happening to me? Explain!" Amy demanded.
"Inside your head, in the vision centres of your brain, there's an Angel," he began, sits by her side. "It's like there's a screen, a virtual screen inside your mind, and the Angel is climbing out of it, and it's coming to shut you off."
"Then what do I do?"
The Doctor stands. "If it was a real screen, what would we do, we'd pull the plug. but we can't just knock her out, the Angel would take over!"
"Then what?" River asked. "Quickly!"
"We've got to shut down the vision centers of her brain. We've got to pull the plug, starve the Angel."
Tory gazes at the scanner. "Doctor, she's got seconds. Better be quick."
"How would you starve your lungs?"
"I'd stop breathing," River and Tory responded at the same time.
"Amy, close your eyes!" The Doctor suggested.
"No, no, I don't want to," Amy disagreed.
"The Angel inside of you refused. But you must fight it, Amy," Tory pleaded. "Quick. Close your eyes!"
Amy seems uncertain, but finally, she closes her eyes when the Doctor nods his head. The scanner beeps and the readings return to green.
"She's normalising," River informed, sighs. "You did it! You did it!"
"Sir? Two more incoming," a cleric shared.
"Three more over here," another one stated.
River's putting away the scanner. "Still weak, dangerous to move her."
Tory helps Amy to sitting up. "So, can I open my eyes now?"
"Don't. If you open your eyes now, you will die. The Angel is still inside you. We're just stopping you from dying."
"Doctor, we're too exposed here. We have to move on," Octavian insisted.
The Doctor straightens up his position. "We're exposed everywhere, and Amy can't move, and anyway, that's not the plan."
"There's a plan?" River asked, sits next to Amy to ease the ginger with Tory.
"I don't know yet, I haven't finished talking. Right! Father, you and your Clerics will stay here, look after Amy and my sister. If anything happens to her, I'll hold each of you personally responsible, twice. Especially when my sister in danger. River, you and me, we're going to find the Primary Flight Deck which is, he licks his finger and holds it up to test the air, "a quarter mile straight ahead. We'll stabilise the wreckage, stop the Angels, and cure Amy."
"Why am I staying here?" Tory protested.
"Because we need someone to guard Amy."
"Uh, the Clerics?"
"You had a power. You can guard Amy in case something's wrong."
Okay. Tory can see that logic.
"How?" River asked him regarding his last statement about 'stabilise the wreckage, stop the Angels, and cure Amy'.
"I'll do a thing," he answered.
"What thing?"
"I don't know, it's a thing in progress. Respect the thing. Moving out!"
"Don't get cranky, Doctor, or you'll get grumpy," Tory teased.
"Doctor, I'm coming with you. My Clerics can look after your sisted and Miss Pond. These are my best men, they'd lay down their lives in her protection," Octavian offered.
"I don't need you," the man disagreed.
"I don't care. Where Dr. Song goes, I go."
"What? Because you're blackmailing her?" Tory asked defensively as River comes over to them. "I heard that, you know. It's very uncool, doing that tactic. Using someone's secret."
The Doctoe looks at River and then back to Octavian, entirely confused.
"It's nothing like that, Miss Historian," Octavian argued. "Marco, you're in charge till I get back."
"Sir!" Marco complied.
"Be safe, okay?"
The Doctor smiles. "On it, sister dear." He glances at the Clerics. "Good luck everyone. Behave. Do not let that girl open her eyes. Protect my sister. And keep watching the forest. Stop those Angels advancing. Amy, Historian, later!"
"Yeah. Later," Amy replied, fidgets nervously while holding Tory's hand.
Tory frowns as the Doctor comes back, now with his jacket on. "Hey, sister dear."
"Brother dear," Tory greeted. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah. Just... makes sure things okay."
Clearly, he's lying. But Tory shook her head for now. The way he's acting... seems like he's in a hurry. She doesn't know what's happening now, but it would be better to play along. For now, at least. "Okay, then."
He smiles to her and then looking worry at Amy. "Amy. you need to start trusting me, it's never been more important."
"But you don't always tell me the truth," Amy protested. "Both of you."
"If me and my sister always told you the truth, we wouldn't need you to trust me."
"Doctor, the crack in my wall, how can it be here?"
"I don't know yet, but I'm working it out. Now, listen. Remember what I told you when you were 7?"
"What did you tell me?"
The Doctor rests his forehead against hers. "No, no... That's not the point. You have to remember," he insisted, kisses her on the head and leaves.
"Remember what? Doctor? Doctor?" Amy called.
"Well, that was weird," Tory admitted.
"So, what's happening? Anything happening out there?"
"The Angels are still grouping," Marco informed. Tory spots one of the Angels reaches into a tree and pulls at the wires causing the lights to flicker. "Are you getting this too?"
"The trees?" Another cleric asked. "Yeah."
"What's wrong with the trees?" Amy asked.
"The trees are going out," Tory informed, looking around. "Seems like the Angels' doing."
"Here too, sir. They're ripping the Treeborgs apart," another cleric informed.
"And here. They're taking out the lights," a third one cleric added.
"Angels advancing, Sir."
"Over here, again."
"Weapons primed. Combat distance five feet Wait for it!" Marco ordered.
"They're starts moving here, Amy," Tory described so Amy understand the situation. "The Angels."
"Keep your position and, Ma'am, keep your eyes shut!" Marco ordered. "Wait!"
Tory gasped as a bright light appears and spreads.
Marco looks away towards the light. "The ship's not on fire, is it?"
A cleric turns to light. "It can't be. The compressors would have taken care of it." He turns back. "Marco, the Angels have gone. Where'd they go?"
"They're afraid," Tory realized. "Oh goodness. The light! It's the light from the crack before!"
"This side's clear too, sir," another cleric informed.
"The Angels have gone?" Amy pondered, confused.
Marco reads his handheld. "There's still movement out there, but away from us now. It's like they're running."
"Running from what?"
"The light," Tory answered.
"Phillip, Crispin, need to get a closer look at that," Marco ordered.
"Don't!" Tory insisted.
"Miss, we have to check."
"It's the crack! Why else the Angels just running away?"
"But we don't know that. Philip, Crispin."
Philip and Crispin head towards the light, and from what Tory can tell, disappear behind some trees.
"What is it feel like?" Tory asked Marco suddenly, wanting confirmation.
"It's like, I don't know... a curtain of energy, sort of shifting. Makes you feel weird, sick," Marcu shrugged.
"You think it scared the Angels?" Amy alluded Tory. "The crack?"
"That's my best guess," Tory admitted. Although she doesn't understand much why would those statues are scare with the crack.
"Marco, you want me to get a closer look at that?" A Cleric asked.
"Don't!" Tory insisted, starts to get worry.
"Go for it, Pedro. Don't get too close," Marco permitted.
"Just don't okay?" The Time Lady stands up, facing Marco. "Do you want to disappear like those two clerics before?"
"I didn't send anyone before."
"You did. I heard you," Amy reminded. "Crispin and Phillip."
"Crispin and who?"
Tory staggers back. "Oh goodness," she muttered, now knowing her guess to be true. "What about that man before? Pedro. Remember Pedro?"
"Who's Pedro?"
"Tory, what's going on?" Amy asked, scared.
"The crack. It erases them from existence," Tory explained. "Those three man... none of them exist anymore. The crack erases them the moment they're getting closer."
That's why the Angels get scared when the light came. And maybe... that's why Amy cannot remember the event that transpire in London since 2005, with Daleks, Big Ben destroyed, and others. The crack somehow erases her memories of those. But is it only affecting her? Or her last companions also forget as well?
"But we still remember," Amy argued.
"Time Travel?" Tory shrugged. At this point, she had no clue whatsoever. "Probably got some effects here and there."
"Listen, listen," Marco said, not understanding what both girls are talking about. "I need to get a closer look at that light, whatever it is. Don't worry, I won't get too close."
"No, you can't!" Tory disagreed.
"Here, spare communicator," he presses the device into Tory's hand. "I'll stay in touch the whole time."
"If you go back there what happened to the others will happen to you!" Amy pointed out.
"There weren't any others!"
"There won't be any you if you go back there."
"2 minutes, I promise," he insisted then leaves.
"No use," Tory grumbled. "He's just think we're lunatic." She frowns, looking that the device in her hand. "Well, not that I can blame him. I am quite mad myself." Then, she turns on the device, sitting next to Amy. "Hello, are you there?"
"I'm here. I'm fine. I'm quite close to it now."
"Then come back!" Amy shouted. "Come back now, please."
"It's weird looking at it. It feels really..."
Both girls just heard static.
"He's gone," Tory mumbled, grumbles. Okay, maybe she should call the Doctor. "Doctor? Are you there?"
"Historian? Is that you?" The Doctor replied. "Where are you? Are the Clerics with you?"
"They've gone," Amy said.
Tory nods. "The light from the crack erased them."
"Time running out. Amy, Historian, I'm sorry, I made a mistake. I should never have left you two there."
"That's okay," Tory assured him. "Just tell us what to do now."
"You come to us. The Primary Flight Deck, the other end of the forest."
"Which way?"
"I'll give you my signal. When the communicator sounds like my screwdriver, that means you're facing the right way."
"All right. Meet you in there?"
"Yeah."
"Well, then, see you soon," she ended the communication hold Amy's hand as the Angels start to surround them. "Just keep closer okay? Since I can't see every Angels around, you need to help me a bit with this. Just pretend you can see. I'll lend you some help. Okay?"
"Okay," Amy replied, still scared, but trusting Tory to help her moving.
"That's it, Amy. You're doing great," Tory encouraged her, knowing that's what the girl needs so she won't be terrified as she looking deadly at the Angels.
Then, suddenly, they're engulfed in a bright light
Next thing Tory knows, she and Amy appear on the flight deck. River soon helps them. "Don't open your eyes," River told Amy. "You're on the Flight Deck, the Doctor's here. I teleported you." She glances at the Doctor. "See? Told you I could get it working."
"River Song, I could bloody kiss you," the Doctor claimed.
"Ah well, maybe when you're older." Then, they heard an alarm blares. "What's that?"
"The Angels are draining the last of the ship's power, which means... the shield's going to release!"
The shield to the forest opens and they are confronted by a large number of Angels. The Doctor and Tory step forward. "Angel Bob, I presume," the Doctor guessed.
"The Time Field is coming. It will destroy our reality."
"And all of you come here in fear," Tory mocked. "Bohoo."
"There is a rupture in time. The Angels calculate that if you throw yourself into it, it will close and they will be saved."
"As if we'll ever doing that. What would the point?"
"Your friends would also be saved."
"Well, there is that," the Doctor admitted.
Rivee steps forward to the duo. "I've travelled in time. I'm a complicated space-time event, too. Throw me in."
"Oh, be serious! Compared to me and my sister, these Angels are more complicated than you and it would take every one of them to amount to me, so get a grip."
"Doctor, I can't let you do this. And certainly not your sister."
"River, he meant that. In a figurative way," Tory clear up.
"Oh, you genius!" River realized and goes to Amy.
"Sir, the Angels need you to sacrifice yourself now."
"Thing is, Bob, the Angels are draining all the power from this ship, every last bit of it. And you know what? I think they've forgotten where they're standing. I think they've forgotten the gravity of the situation. Or to put it another way, Angels..."
"You hold on tight and don't you let go for anything," River told the ginger as she places Amy's hands on a handle attached to the panel before gripping one herself
"Bye-bye, suckers!" Tory leered, holding a grip of a handle with the Doctor as the gravity fails due to the loss of power and the deck turns to its side. Four of them just hang on with the Angels get sucked into the crack.
The is a burst of light and the crack in the secondary flight deck closes.
"Fiuh! What an adventure that was!" Tory cheerfully said, walking around the beach. River's standing not far from her position, looking at the beach.
"I'm glad you're enjoying that," River admitted. "You do always love some danger."
"Would you believe me if I tell you that I usually never like this?"
"Really?" River raises her eyebrown, like never heard that before. "Can't imagine you not complaining about a bomb, or being excited with more adventures, or about your precious sword, or not getting bored and then proceed to yelling and shouting on a planet."
"Trust me. The last me? She's very much scared with people's shouting voice, gunshot, or any kind of loud noises. I used to be very sensitive." She sighs, remembering River's confession before she died in The Library. This must be the moment she told her about her second incarnation. "And... and always blame myself for many things."
"Never in my wildest dream," she look at Tory for a long time. "Aren't you concern?"
"Hmm?"
"About this incarnation of yours? How... well, quite bizzare you are?"
Tory shrugged. "Not really. I mean, I can make a guess why am I like this. Perhaps this is just me after my experienced with my second body. Or this might just the effect of my Initiation that's just surface now. I do get all of them. The inspired one, the run away, and the mad one. So I guess I'm just bound to be a madgirl."
Which, if she thinks about it, makes much sense. Her first incarnation was the inspired one, wanting to lifting her title as the Historian, in a hope to create a better future, while her second incarnation was the one who run away, who terrified with everything. And now, her third incarnation acts quite unusual and pretty close as a mad one.
Tory's not sure if this is just temporary for early incarnation or it will be permanent for her future self. "And beside," she smiles softly. "I'm quite happy. I've never been this happy since... well, for quite some time."
And trully, she never been this happy and confident with herself. Her first body does tend to smile, but not always smile, since she couldn't remember her memories and her hellish life of Time War that still lingering inside despite her memory issue. Her second body was just too scared for almost everything. She never got any chance to become assure and satisfied, lived in constant fear.
River nods, understand what Tory means. Both girls look behind and sees the Doctor's approaching. "You two, me... handcuffs," she muttered, holds out her hands encased in cuffs. "Must it always end this way?"
Tory smiles sadly, recalling what happen in The Library. With River and, well, handcuffs.
"What now?" The Doctor asked.
"The prison ship's in orbit. They'll beam me up any second," River informed. "I might have done enough to earn a pardon this time. We'll see."
"Octavian said you killed a man."
Tory looks at the Doctor and River. "What?"
River sighs, knowing this might happen. "Yes. I did. A good man. A very good man. The best man I've ever known."
"Who? Why?" Tory asked, confused.
"It's a long story, Tory, can't be told. It has to be lived. No sneak previews. Well, except for this one. You'll see me again quite soon, when the Pandorica opens."
"Pandorica," the Time Lady mumbled, remembered that story her father read for her and Prisoner Zero's warning before.
"The Pandorica, ha!" The Doctor whispered in her ear. "That's a fairy tale."
River laughs. "Oh, Doctor, aren't we all? I'll see you two there."
"We're look forward to it."
"I remember it well."
The Doctor chuckles and walks away, follows by Amy who walks up to River. "Bye. River."
"See you. Amy." Then, Tory hears River's handcuffs beeps. "Oh! I think that's my ride."
"Can I trust you, River Song?" The Time Lady asked with a smirk.
"If you like. But where's the fun in that?" River winks and teleported away.
The Doctor turns and looks out at the ocean.
"What are you thinking?" Amy asked.
"Time can be rewritten," he replied, in a hopeful tone that makes Tory stops smirking, knowing that the Doctor's still lingering in a way for saving River from her death.
Back inside the TARDIS, Tory and the Doctor are at the console while Amy sits on the jump seat, arms crossed. "I want to go home," she said.
"Okay," the Doctor quietly agreed.
But the ginger smiles and joins him. "No, not like that! I just… I just want to show you something. You're running from River. I'm running too."
As they're arrive inside Amy's bedroom, the Time Lords and Amy are sitting on her bed, looking at the closet where her wedding gown is hanging.
"Well!" He realized.
"Yeah!" Amy agreed.
"Blimey!"
"I know. This is the same night we left, yeah?"
"Yep," Tory assured her as Amy leans over, gets ring box and opens it.
"I'm getting married in the morning."
The Doctor takes the box. "Why did you leave it here?"
"Why did I leave my engagement ring when I ran away with a strange man and girl the night before my wedding?"
"Okay, fair point," Tory admitted. "Let me guess... is it Rory?"
"Bingo!" Amy smiles.
"The good looking one or the other one?" The Doctor asked, causing Tory to facepalmed.
"The other one," the ginger confirmed, taking the box, annoys that the Doctor doesn't get it. "Doctor... Tory... can I ask you something? It's been bothering me and... and I don't know if you two agreed on this."
Tory frowns. "Yes...?"
"Can I... Can I ask someone else to come with you? In the TARDIS?" She asked, now looking terrified and scared, fearing that both of them would reject the idea of having someone, other than her, also inside the magic blue box.
She... she really torn. She wants to married with Rory. But she's also wants more of the adventure, the fantasy life with the Time Lords. And she wonder... can she have both? Her life in the TARDIS and her life with her future husband? Would Rory agree with this? Would the Time Lords agree with this too? Because trully, she feels like... she can't live without those two things. She needs them.
"You mean Rory?" Tory guessed. "Well, I suppose we can let him travel. But it all depends on him. Does Rory ever wants to travel?"
And that's the issue. Truthfully, Amy isn't sure if Rory ever wants that. For the longest time, Rory seems doesn't care much about traveling with the Time Lords. Unlike her or Mels, Rory doesn't eager with adventures and stuff, wanting nothing but normal days, which to Amy, is such a boring things to do. She loves Rory and respect his opinions. But still... there's this part of that makes her feel like... well, like a selfish person. For wanting more.
Suddenly, the Doctor stands up. "Come on!"
Amy frowns. "Doctor?"
"Let's get him!" He suggested, pushes her and Tory into the TARDIS.
Note: Yep. You're reading this right. I've removed the kiss scene. I don't like it at all. And even Moffat admitted he regret to put that scene into the episode. So this is what I personally think the scene would become without the kiss scene. Tell me about what do you guys think about it.