"So..." said Graham, hoping to lighten the mood a little. "How long have you been time travelling?"
"Couple of years," grunted Rory, taking a sip of the beer that he had brought with him.
"Right..." said Graham, looking for ways to fill the conversation. "And what did you do before that?"
"I stole things," Rory said gruffly.
"Ah," said Graham. "Yeah, my cousin use to do that until he got locked up. Still, I see you've gone straight, being a superhero and all that."
"Something like that," said Rory, as the two men continued to walk through Fantasyland. Graham wished he could visit at a better time, one where he wasn't stuck with some sort of harden criminal. Still, no need to judge people too harshly.
"Do you have any family?" Graham asked, hoping to break the silence.
"Nope," said Rory, in a way that clearly indicated that the conversation was over. Graham shrugged, and decided that much like with Ryan, sometimes it was better to just stay quiet and let the man have his privacy.
"Any idea what we're looking for?" asked Graham. "I mean the Doc said we were to look for something suspicious, but I wouldn't have the first clue."
"Some magical beast no doubt," said Rory.
"Magical?" said Graham, sceptically.
"Just roll with it," said Rory. "I stopped questioning things a long time ago."
"Duly noted," said Graham. "Hey, what's that?"
He pointed to two strange figures who were slowly making their way over. He'd say they were people dressed as Mickey and Minnie Mouse, but clearly whatever they were didn't look remotely to what he had seen in all the adverts. Instead they were just two people wearing black spandex and giant, horrifying, badly-recreated versions of the famous duo's heads.
"Whatever they are they better leave," said Rory, raising his gun at the two.
"What?" said Graham in shock, grabbing Rory's arm and pulling it down. "No. Are you crazy? They're just people in costumes."
"My point stands," said Rory, raising his gun again. "I've been burned once trusting these things before."
"I..." said Graham, at a bit of a loss. "Look, you can't go round setting fire to innocent people."
"Can't I?" said Rory.
"Shouldn't, then. Look, lets just talk to them. Maybe they know what's going on."
Graham's plan was quickly thwarted, however, by an appearance of another man.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"We're safety inspectors," said Graham quickly, before Rory did something stupid. "You know, just checking that everything is up to code. Don't want any accidents for tomorrow, Mr..."
"Disney," said the man.
"Walt Disney?" asked Rory, slightly impressed.
"No, Roy," said Roy, frowning. "I don't recall any safety inspection being scheduled."
"Yes, well, you're not suppose to suspect a safety inspection, are you," said Graham. "Otherwise you might try to hide some things... not that I think you are hiding anything, of course."
"I see..." said Roy slowly. "And your associate? He seems to be carrying a gun of some sorts."
"Oh, that," said Graham. "That's... err... a testing device. We test to see how flammable some elements of your materials are, to see if they're up to scratch. Safely, of course."
"Of course," said Roy. "You know, I think you two better come with me."
"Oh but of course," said Graham. "I mean we'll just go and finish our inspection."
Roy's face soured, and he clicked his fingers. Suddenly the Mickey and Minnie leapt forward, grabbing the two men. Both of them struggled, but the grip was too strong.
"'ere, what's the meaning of this," said Graham.
"Get off me you freaks," snarled Rory, trying to aim his gun properly.
"Take them to the others," said Roy. Both figures nodded, dragging the protesting men away. Roy said nothing, wondering who these strange men were, and what terrible fate was awaiting the park if they had suddenly turned up.