AN: This one is a bit more short but that is because I am hopefully adding another chapter on Monday. Sorry I didn't upload yesterday my WiFi wen't out. Thanks for not giving up. I also apologize for not giving a chapter preview to the reviewers. I just didn't have time.

Chapter 6:

"What? I thought you said this was the way out of here, not a dead end!" The Doctor said while panting.

"I know; I'm working on it." Taylor responded. He carefully placed his hands on the wall and let his fingers slide across the smooth surface. His ability to find every hidden message around him was starting to get a little edgy. It was becoming harder to figure out things now, possibly it was the fact that there was a big gap of memory missing from his head. Or maybe it was because he was clueless as to why this whole mess had to happen to him and not some other idiotic bloke. Whatever the reason was he didn't have time to think about it. The Doctor and him were being chased by an unknown figure.

The Doctor sank down to the floor still panting. "Are you almost done yet; I think I hear four pairs of footsteps running towards us…or maybe that's just my hearts beating out of my chest."

Taylor payed no attention to the man in the bow tie and continued with his so called investigation of an escape. If he couldn't find a way out in time he would have to try through other means. Until he knew how to control those means he wouldn't turn to that plan until the very end. Several minutes had passed before Taylor felt a click go off in his head. He finally knew how to get out. Taylor balled his hand into a fist a punched the center of the wall. The wall broke apart and revealed a small door.

"Doctor let's go I found a way out." Taylor turned to look at the Doctor only to find him asleep against the opposite wall. Quietly chuckling to himself, he reached down to the Doctor and softly shook him. Failing to awake him; he shook the Doctor again. This time the man let out a groan and stood up. He then slowly walked to the door and slumped against it.

"You okay Doc?"

"I am so tired, which is weird because that never happens unless I stay up for ages. Let's keep moving so I can get back to the T.A.R.D.I.S., figure out what's happening, and take a nap."

"We'll do all of that as soon as you get off the door."

"Oh" The Doctor picked himself up and moved to the side. Sleep still lingered in his eyes but he wiped them away as fast as he could.

Taylor put his hand on the knob and slowly turned it. He anxiously awaited the moment where he would open the door and find himself in his room again. Perhaps all that had happened in the time elapsed was just a bad dream, a nightmare that he was having a hard time waking up from. The hand reassuringly touching his shoulder told him differently. The look the Doctor gave him said a completely different story. Time passed slowly as Taylor opened the door. It seemed to be taking forever to find out what was on the other side of the door. As the door started to open, Taylor could see a very bright light. It began to hurt his eyes from being in the dark so long. Time regained speed when the door opened fully. Footsteps could finally be heard behind him again and the pressing need to run urged him to keep moving. He ran through the door and braced himself for what he was about to face.

What he saw was actually very surprising. The door lead to the outside. Nothing looked out of place. Sure it was awkward that an inside facility door lead to someone's front yard but it was better than running into another dead end. He was actually surprised it wasn't that due to the day he was currently having. The Doctor looked equally as intrigued; his face all scrunched up, and confused.

Another thought clicked in Taylor's head. As he slowed down his pace from running to walking he couldn't help but feel a familiar sense of where he was at. Right in front of him was a red car. Nice new looking wheels, clean windows. Behind the car there was a row of houses. One stood out the most though. The door was painted a dark blue; the house was painted the color of the sky.

Taylor finally got his thought together and brought himself back to his senses. "This is Rory's house, right?"

Before the answer came to him, Taylor could already tell the Doctor hadn't been though any of what was going on yet. He still hadn't bought Rory his favorite car yet. He still didn't know that the last time he saw Amy, he had said goodbye in hopes to keep her safe.

The Doctor gave him a look that fell between 'Of course you would be the one to know that' and 'No need to shove it in my face, I know you're a genius…'. Taylor chuckled at the thought of the Doctor being a smudge bit jealous.

"If it's Rory's house then why don't we just go and see if he can help us out of this situation!" Taylor starting walking to the door but the hand of the Doctor pulled him back.

"What," he said.

"I would love to go and just barge into my friends' house but I want to take precaution before I do so. I could risk the chance of running into my former self, which wouldn't be good and I'm already running into my future so I think it's best if we take this slow. I also don't want to get Amy or Rory mixed into this mess; it just might get them hurt."

"Okay, so then how about we wait until either someone follows us through that magic mystical door, which I don't doubt will happen, or we hide until we gather enough evidence to prove that your companion isn't in any danger."

"How did you know he was my companion? You know what, don't answer that question I already know the answer."

"Which one shall it be?"

The Doctor waited a bit before answering. He was probably considering any other choices and narrowing them down. In the end he agreed to do what he probably thought was best. Hide. He knew the cost of waiting too long would result in the capture and ninety-five percent chance of execution, so he went with the second best.

"Looks like we need to find a hiding place."

The Doctor had concluded that nowhere would be a secure enough place to hide than in Rory's car. His companion was always so nagging about safety, yet he leaves his doors unlocked. Shame. There were comfy seats so he could take a nap and right now that was all that he wanted. He swore he had never been so tired in his life. How could humans always stay up to such extreme hours of the night while feeling the urge to lay their heads down on a pillow and sleep. People never ceased amazing him.

The sun was starting to go down and still no sign of Amy or Rory. The longer the Doctor waited, the more tired he felt. Boredom was starting to take its toll and not even sleep could take away the feeling of having nothing to do while time moved on. Taylor lay scrunched up in the front of the car while the Doctor sat in the back. Since the chairs blocked his view, the Doctor had no idea what the kid was doing. He hadn't uttered a word since getting inside the car.

Curiosity got the better of him and the Doctor stuck his head above the seat. Taylor was on his phone playing some game that included black tiles. His fingers were moving at amazing speed, touching every black tile with ought flinching, barely skipping a beat. Not until after several minutes did Taylor lose the round. He looked back at the Doctor. They stared at each other for no more than a second before turning back around.

Taylor sighed "I'm bored. How long are we going to wait? It's getting bloody cold outside."

The Doctor looked at Taylor with agreement. "I guess we'll wait until either Amy or Rory comes in the car. You can put the roof up you know."

"Not with ought the key I can't"

"Well then it looks like we are just going to have to use our body heat!"

"Fine, but if you get cold don't come crying to me."

"Why would I do that? You don't believe I can do things myself?"

"I never said that but you suggested it."

"I can't believe I'm getting mouthed by a kid."

While both of them fussed neither heard the sound of a door opening and closing, and footsteps walking down stairs until the sound stopped.

Rory stood at the driver's seat of his car but dropped his keys when he saw a boy and the Doctor in his car fussing. His first reaction was shock as he resisted the urge to grab the Doctor by the ear and ask him what the meaning of all this was, instead he quietly spoke six words.

"Why are you in my car?"

The arguing immediately stopped and the Doctor turned around to answer.

"We need your help."

The mood turned from a slightly bit pissed to full scale serious.

AN: Yay I finally brought Rory into the situation! See you guys next time!