The Doctor slowly lowered the newspaper when he heard the sound of an engine. A bright red Corvette appeared, rushing straight toward them. The Doctor, Amy, and Rory screamed and dove out of the way. The car spun around, sliding to a stop, its back end coming straight for the Doctor. He jumped and flapped his arms and flew above the car. Its back end came to rest inches from the TARDIS.
A hipster, dark-skinned young woman stepped out of the car, looking up at the Doctor. "You said he was funny, you said he could fly, you never said he was hot."
"Mels?!" Rory said.
"What are you doing here?" Amy asked angrily.
"Following you, what do you think?" she answered.
"Um, where did you get the car?" Rory asked.
"It's mine . . . ."
Police sirens wailed in the distance.
". . . -ish."
"Oh, Mels, not again," Amy complained.
"You can't keep doing this. You'll end up in prison," Rory said.
She rolled her eyes and jumped onto the back of the car, then jumped into the Doctor's arms.
He caught her and held her up, utterly confused and shocked at how light she felt. "Sorry, hello, Doctor not following this." He let go and simply held her hand and she stood on the air with him. "Doctor very lost." He pushed her up by her hand and she floated back down. "Where did you learn to fly? You never said I was hot!?"
"Mels, are you flying?" Amy asked.
"Not on my own. It's physical touch from him." She leaned on the Doctor and he tried to push her away. "If he stops touching me I'll fall."
The Doctor began to find interest in her. "Amazing. How does this work?" He walked around her as he spoke. "You have some skill, and touching me while I'm flying enhances your abilities, but that's not all." He came back around to the front and looked in her eyes. "Oh! Oh, wow! You have unbelievable levels of confidence! It's the confidence that allows you to stay so easily in the air when I'm around. How well can you fly on your own?"
"I've been able to stand on the air for a few minutes, and I've even taken a few steps once or twice."
"Where did the sirens go?" Rory pointed out.
"I gave them a false trail," Mels answered.
"Who taught you how to fly?" the Doctor asked.
"Guess I'm just a natural-born flier."
"No! There's no such thing! Actually . . . I might have to ask about that."
"Ask who?" Amy asked.
"My flying teacher."
"You have a flying teacher?" Mels asked.
"Yes."
"What sorts of things did he teach you?" Mels asked.
"She, actually. Once I had got my feet of the ground for a while like you, she had me jump off the back of her deck! She had a deck on the back of her house and a steep downhill backyard, so it was a long fall. The first few times, I thought I was falling, but I was floating, and I landed gently and had to try again. Hey, look! We can try it up here!" He carried Mels up on top of the TARDIS and set her down. "Now, don't jump until you're already on the air. You can have your feet on the ground, but still be on the air, you know? So make sure you're on the air, then jump off. You won't be jumping into empty space, you're just jumping from one spot on the air to another. It's just a faith exercise. It's a test of-."
She hopped off the TARDIS and landed on the air.
"Confidence," the Doctor finished, stunned at how much confidence she had. "You can do anything! Anything at all! You just need someone to tell you what to do. You know how to use your feet to stand on the air, next is realizing you can use your arms too. Your arms can catch the air like your feet. Pump your arms to fly higher and faster."
Mels raised her arms and pumped them downward. She didn't move and seemed to have trouble standing on the air.
"That's it, keep trying."
She pumped her arms again and rose a few centimeters.
"That's good! Yes!"
"Doctor, why are you teaching her how to fly?" Amy questioned.
"Because she can?" he answered, wondering himself why he was teaching her.
Mels pointed at the TARDIS. "So, this is the phone box?" She floated down and landed hard, just short of falling. "The bigger-on-the-inside phone box?" She caressed it. "Time travel . . . . That's just brilliant."
The Doctor floated down and leaned on the TARDIS beside her.
"Yeah. I've heard a lot about you," she said to the Doctor, "I'm their best mate."
"Then why don't I know you? Amy would've told me about her friend who can fly, and I danced with everyone at the wedding. The women were all brilliant, the men were a bit shy."
"I didn't know she could fly," Amy said.
"And I don't do weddings," Mels said.
The Doctor noticed the police sirens again, coming rapidly closer.
"And that's me out of time," Mels said. She suddenly pointed a gun at the Doctor's head.
He quickly put up his hands.
"What have you done?!" the Doctor growled. His legs buckled and he collapsed.
"It was never going to be a gun for you, Doctor," River said, standing on the windowsill, "The man of peace who understands every kind of warfare, except, perhaps, the cruellest."
The Doctor rubbed his lips, remembering the kiss.
River jumped off the windowsill onto the air. "Kiss, kiss." She blew a kiss and let herself fall.