A street lamp sparked as the Doctor, Amy, and Rory walked by.
"That's not right," the Doctor said. He scanned it with the sonic screwdriver as he hopped and floated into the air.
"It's a street lamp," Rory said.
"An electric street lamp about ten years too early," the Doctor said, studying the light up close.
"It's only a few years out," Rory said.
"That's what you said when you left your phone recharger in Henry VIII's en-suite."
"Doctor, um . . . ." Amy began.
"Anachronistic electricity, keep-out signs, aggressive stares . . . ." the Doctor listed as he floated down, "Has someone been peeking at my Christmas list?" He pulled a toothpick out of his pocket and placed it in his mouth.
"Doctor!" Amy said.
The crowd suddenly rushed on the Doctor and lifted him off the ground as he struggled. They carried him outside and down the street. The Doctor heard Amy and Rory struggling to follow, restrained by more men.
"Doctor! Put him down!" Amy shouted.
"Don't think we won't kill you," a man said.
The Doctor floated out of his captors' hands, much to their surprise. He floated upright, but they held onto his ankles.
"Doctor!" Amy shouted.
"Leave her alone!" Rory shouted.
"Don't worry! Everything is completely under control!" the Doctor called, trying to kick the citizens off.
There were too many. They grabbed his legs, trying to pull him down, still taking him to the edge of the town.
"Get off me!" Amy shouted.
The Doctor flapped his arms to fly backwards, pulling away from the edge of the town. Their progression slowed dramatically as they struggled to pull him. The Doctor realized his mistake when they began to pull him down without upward resistance. He tried to fly up again, but they had too strong a hold on him. They increased speed and ran to the edge.
"Guys! Guys!" the Doctor shouted, realizing resistance wasn't an option, "Oh, dear."
They tossed him across the line of logs and stones.
"Whoa!" he shouted. He wasn't in the right position to catch the air and fell and rolled on the ground. He stood up, groaning in pain, and cracked his back. He quickly spun around to cross the line, but nearly every man immediately pointed a gun his direction. He raised his hands and his feet, floating defensively very slowly backwards, his feet barely off the ground, until he touched the sand again.
The Doctor ran through the town to gather momentum. His feet rose off the ground and pounded the air as he ran. Each stride pushed him farther than the last. He leaned forward and spread his arms as he flew over the barrier. His feet stopped moving and he flapped his arms, picking up speed as he soared into the desert.
He'd considered borrowing a horse, but he could fly faster than a horse could run once he'd gotten his speed up, and he could see more of the desert with a higher vantage point. But he didn't want to be too high and miss something small.
He thought he saw a curving line across the sand. Many waves of sand created many curving lines, but this one seemed long and uniform. He swerved and dove, flapping his arms to slow down. He landed on his feet in the area. Now that he wasn't high enough to see the whole picture, he couldn't tell where the line was. He dropped to his knees and felt the sand.
He found a hose running along the ground and picked it up. He sniffed it and tugged it loose before dropping it. He stood up and began to run along the hose. He ran into the air again, picking up speed until he could spread his arms and glide. He flew close to the ground, following the hose.
He swerved back and forth to give himself more room to slow down when he saw the sparking end of the hose. He flapped his arms to stop himself and flew past the end before his feet touched the ground. He turned back to it and spotted a large, unusually round, somehow out of place rock. He approached it and yanked off the tarp disguising it as a rock and revealed a white, oblong space capsule. He studied the capsule. "Where is the damage?" he asked himself.
He hopped and floated on top of it with a slight downward wave of his hands. He hit it and whacked it and slapped it in every way he could think of, even jumping up and down on it, before pulling out the sonic screwdriver. As soon as the screwdriver whirred, a loud, ear-piercing alarm went off. The Doctor covered his ears with a shout of pain as a door opened in the top. He jumped down into the capsule, not even bothering to float gently down just to get away from the alarm as fast as possible.
"Looking at you, Doctor, is like looking into a mirror. Almost," Jex said, calmly polishing his monocle, "There's rage there, like me. Guilt, like me. Solitude. Everything but the nerve to do what needs to be done. Thank the gods my people weren't relying on you to save them."
The Doctor could restrain himself no longer. He rushed at Jex. "No. No!" He grabbed Jex and yanked him up. "But these people are!" he shouted, shoving Jex toward the door, "OUT! OUT! OUT!" He shoved Jex through the town. "Move!"
"No," Jex said, too frightened to resist further.
The Doctor grabbed Jex under his arms and flew down the street, dragging Jex along. "Move!"
Jex was absolutely right in every way. They were mirror images of each other. The Doctor couldn't bear to see another one of himself. No one like the Doctor should ever exist. All his anger toward himself came bursting out of him, directed at Jex.
The Doctor was too angry to concentrate. He struggled to stay in the air. He mustered the rest of his strength and tossed Jex over the boundary. The Doctor stumbled on the ground and Jex landed facedown on the dirt.