This probably could've gone onto the end of the last phase, but oh well :L I'm getting back into the flow of writing this again pretty quickly after being busy with A-Levels, so expect some more updates soon. Thanks for reading :)

SOME QUICK TRANSLATIONS:
Sciò!- Shoo!
Scozia - Scotland

'Where the hell am I?'

'Signora, if you'd just lay back a moment – '

'Get away from me!'

'We only mean to help –'

'Stuff your help!' Amy shrieked, clawing at the hands on her shoulders which belonged to a woman in white and red robes with a hood that had fallen from her face, revealing curly brown hair that framed a face with eyes wide with concern. Two men dressed like her pinned down her arms – they looked quite alike, but one had dark hair and the other light. They had burst into the room at the sound of Amy's scream, and the woman had shouted at them to hold her down.

Amy wasn't having any of it.

She screamed again, and struggled in their grip, kicking wildly. Upon realising that she probably needed to get out of there and find Rory or the Doctor (Preferably both) she'd sat up in her hammock very carefully, and when she had reached for the poker by the fireplace that she'd recognised as an impromptu weapon, the pain in her head became something dreadful and she'd fallen with a thump to the floor, stunned for a moment. But a moment was all it had taken for the woman to come running.

Amy didn't like to admit it, but she was afraid. She couldn't see or hear Rory or the Doctor anywhere – and it looked like she was alone. And that thought made her terrified. When she shouted at them to get off her, it was hard not to cry, even though she really would've liked to.

'What are you doing!' A voice demanded from the doorway. 'Get away from her!' The three people looked up at someone Amy couldn't see, and hesitated.

'You're terrifying the poor girl! Sciò!' The voice said again, and the pressure on Amy's shoulders and arms lifted as the three people stood up and the owner of the voice rushed forward – a man with a black cloak, hair that was once blonde but now streaked with grey and the kindest blue eyes Amy had ever seen. Before she could do anything, he was kneeling at her side, holding her hand and putting a hand to her forehead.

'Signora, you are quite safe here, I promise. I can imagine you're very afraid, no?'

Amy stared at him for a moment, and then found herself nodding, and her cheeks becoming wet as she finally started to cry.

'Now now, there's no need for that!' The man said kindly, wiping away the wet on her cheek with a gentle thumb and smiling at her. Amy, despite herself, smiled back at him. 'Now, nice and steady…' He said, gently tugging on her hand to help her sit up. She did so, wincing slightly at the pain in her head as she lifted it; the man's hand went to the back of her neck to help her, and she was soon upright, shifting backwards so her back was resting against the warm brick of the fire place.

'There we go. Magnifico.' The man said brightly, and then barked over his shoulder. 'Vitorio, fetch me a wet cloth – cold, mind. Gabriele, a blanket for our guest. And Bianca, make her some hot wine. We shall take her upstairs. And do try notto stomp on the stairs, Ezio, its very loud.'

There had indeed been stomping on the wooden stairs – the sound of someone hurrying down them, and Amy had looked up and she saw something strange. It wasn't his general appearance – his red and white robes – or his face, which was, Amy deemed, very good looking, but it was the expression underhis expression of alertness.

It was the expression of someone lost. Amy recognised it almost at once – behind his eyes, there was something looking for something he hadn't had in a long time, and whatever it was, he ached for it.

Amy thought she'd never see that hidden expression on anyone else in the universe but one.

As the three people dressed like him brushed past him in the doorway, they murmured something that sounded a lot like Maestro, or Master as the TARDIS automatically translated for her. So a man of authority then. But the one who held her hand addressed him as though he were his equal.

'What happened, Leonardo?' The man called Ezio asked.

'Our guest took a little tumble, that's all.' The man called Leonardo replied, smiling at Amy again. 'Now, do you remember your name, Signora?'

Amy took in a breath (Her throat was sore from all the shouting and screaming) 'Amy.' She croaked.

'Amy – what a peculiar name! But it has a nice ring to it. And your accent! A lass from the wilds of Scozia, no?'

Leonardo's manner was so warm and friendly that Amy was able to crack a joke. 'Aye.'

'But your Italian is so fluent!'

Amy only replied in a shrug – that'd be explained later.

The two men came back down the stairs – Ezio stood back to let them past, nodding at their respectful murmurs of Maestro.

'The blanket and the cloth, Leonardo.' One said, as they were both handed to him.

'Eccellente,' Leonardo said, pressing the cold cloth to Amy's head and motioning to her to hold it there as he draped the blanket around her shoulders. 'Come now,' He said to her, leaning over to wrap an arm around her waist to help her up. Amy winced as she stood, and found herself leaning into Leonardo for support. 'Upstairs we go!' He said brightly, guiding her up onto the stairs.

And as they passed him, Amy's eyes met Ezio's vey briefly – a shock of recognition of a kindred spirit who'd seen too much for their time alive was shared, and then gone in a moment.

As I say, more updates to come. Please review - I may not reply but they mean so much. ^^