"Oh, God! Rory!" Amy gasped. "You're hurt!"

"Yeah, I, uh, might've landed on my sword. A little," he mumbled, eyes squeezed tight and face twisted in a grimace of pain. Her eyes grew huge.

"Let me look."

"It's fine, it's not that deep. It stopped when it hit my ribs," he confessed, but his halting voice betrayed how much it hurt, how bad it was. The Doctor was kneeling at his side in an instant and Amy ripped his shirt away. "Hey, you broke the buttons," Rory protested mildly, becoming slightly woozy. The red stain had grown noticeable- there was now a small puddle of blood on the floor. "This is my favorite button-up shirt. I'm a nurse, it isn't that awful."

"Lie back," Amy barked, pushing his shoulders down, while the Doctor inspected the wound, tilting his head this way and that.

"He's right, it isn't too terrible… We've got to get the bleeding stopped, but that's the worst part. I'd say it needs about three stitches, here in the middle," he poked the spot and Rory yelped. "Sorry. Amy, give me that hand towel, under the chair. Do we have a medicine kit here anywhere?" he asked, folding the complimentary towel into a pad and pressing it on the wound to slow the bleeding. Rory winced, but knew that it had to be done.

"I've got stuff," Neil said, opening his bag and pulling out a blue container. Amy grabbed it and opened it, pulling out a bag of cheese crackers, a sandwich, and a pair of juice boxes. "Oh, sorry, wrong box… Here," he said, handing her a different one. This one had batteries and lens cloths and camera lenses. Amy huffed impatiently, and snatched his backpack. In a second, she'd pulled out the right white box with a red cross on it.

"What kind of fool doesn't know that the one with the red cross is the 'help-hurt-people' one," she grumbled, pulling out butterfly tape, antiseptic, gauze, and medical tape. She grabbed the antiseptic and began pouring it over Rory's wound.

"Ow, ow!" he hissed. She gasped and stopped.

"Sorry, sorry! What do I do?"

"No, it's supposed to do that… but you can probably stop. That's enough, and I keep my blade clean always," he suggested, wincing. He sat up. "Maybe I'd better do this… I'm the nurse here."

"Right. Right, okay," she said, handing him the box. He quickly pinched it together and stuck the butterfly stitches over it, then pushed some gauze over it and covered it with medicine tape. He let out the breath he'd been holding.

"OWWWWWWWWWwwwwwww ow ow ow," he groaned. "Treating others is so much easier. I didn't realize that hurts so much. I'd almost rather have left it." He pulled his shirt on and went to button it, then frowned at the torn buttons. He picked up his sword and stood up, leaning on Amy. "Right. So. Midnight monster?" he said, trying to take attention off himself and go back to the matter on hand.

"Not a monster. Just confused, and new to people," the Doctor corrected, shaking his finger at him. "And I would say… it's here. But you aren't getting involved. You should probably sit." Rory rolled his eyes and remained standing.

"Great. Well, that worked well," Izzy said scathingly. "It's inside someone right now. So why isn't anyone hunched over or repeating like what happened last time?"

"Well," the Doctor mulled, scratching his head thoughtfully, "I would guess that, since it already assimilated the ability to learn and talk last time, it doesn't need to learn it again."

"So… it could be in anyone? And we wouldn't be able to tell? That's brilliant. What a fine mess you've got us in, Doctor," she said, sneering his name.

"Calm down, Iz, it's okay," Damian said, trying to comfort her. She glared at him.

"How will we know who it's in?" Neil asked slowly.

"Well… I'm not exactly sure. We'll have to watch each other for signs. Last time, it used mob psychology, and seemed fascinated by the light and warmth. But then, it's already experienced it once, so we can disregard that," he corrected. "Anyone not acting like themselves. And…" he hesitated. Why am I even telling them anything? They won't recognize it anyways. What are the chances they'll overreact? he thought.

"What?" Rory asked.

"It got in when emotion let it in. Strong emotion. It seemed drawn to strong emotion, especially fear and anger. Sky was certainly scared, and angry. I was angry."

"You were scared too, though," Damian argued.

"Yes, okay, I was scared. When it singled me out. It was terrifying. Even before it singled me out, they wanted to kill me, and before that, I knew it was going to chose me, the cleverest in the room," he confessed grumpily. "It's something new and never seen before and I didn't know what it could do, what it would do. It was invading my friend's minds. It's a scary creature."

"But it was just confused, you said," Neil spoke.

"Yeah, and last time, you defended it, you wanted to save it, even after it killed Sky and took her body," Damian agreed.

"How do you know it killed Sky, and it didn't just push her consciousness down? You're suddenly an expert on this monster," Amy said darkly. It's him. His father was weak to it, tried to throw someone out. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, she thought.

"Dad told me!" He looked at her blankly, then blanched. "Oh, you don't think it's in me?"

"Who knows. It might. It might not. There's no way to tell," she said coldly.

"You're awful quick to accuse, that's just as suspicious," he shot back. It's in her. She's defensive, pointing her finger before someone points at her, he thought.

"Or her husband. He was bleeding, he was cut. Wouldn't that be an easy win? 'The life is in the blood'," Helen quoted, narrowing her eyes.

"Now, let's not rush into things," the Doctor protested, holding his hands up, but the passengers ignored him. They're already arguing. It's already winning, and the game has barely started. They're going to pick someone and try to throw them out, just like last time. And last time… they chose me, he thought. The idea made his eyes darken with fear.

"It gets in your mind, not your body! Weak minds and weak emotion lets it in, not a cut," Amy said belligerently.

"Maybe we ought to listen to the Doctor, and not accuse anyone," Neil said.

"Maybe it's in your daughter! She's awful quiet. And everyone knows that in horror movies, children get possessed," Izzy barked. A little girl, so innocent, so sweet… I could never hurt her. It would be the perfect host, she thought.

"She's just a little girl," Neil said dismissively. "It goes for the cleverest."

"You've lived a long time. Bet you've got lots of clever stuff in there," Amy said to Helen. I'm so angry… someone here has the monster inside them, and I can't let it hurt me. Or Rory. Or the Doctor. But the cleverest… what if it's in the Doctor? He would want us to kill him… she thought. Then she blinked, pushing the thought away. No, no, where did that come from? He would want us to bring him to the TARDIS. Restrain him, if necessary. She silently berated herself for even considering killing him. She knew better than that.

Helen narrowed her eyes. "Age doesn't make someone clever, it makes them wise."

"Same difference, though, isn't it?" Izzy said slowly, raising an eyebrow.

"The Lord is with me. My mind is my castle, the Holy Spirit my moat. I am protected."

"Just the fact that you believe in such posh is proof that your mind is weak and vulnerable," Izzy said.

"Or you're clever enough to believe in God, and you'd be the ideal victim," Rory suggested. But the cleverest here is the Doctor. He's also the strongest, the most powerful. He doesn't die, he has a time-space machine at his disposal, but… he suddenly realized where his thoughts were going. No. He's strong enough, he wouldn't let it in. He can't be possessed. We'd know, wouldn't we? But the dangerous thoughts were back, louder than before. He got possessed once. It could happen again.

"Guys, guys-,"

"I'm not possessed! Why would it possess me, anyways? I'm old," she protested. I'm not a good host. The Lord will protect me. The other one, who is old… or claims to be… doesn't have faith. He has no protection, she thought.

"The Doctor is old, and it tried to take him," Amy said.

"It's not me! It's-,"

"But that's what it would say," Izzy said, advancing on the woman. Whoever has the monster must die. I must protect my husband, and the people back at the resort. Have to keep the universe safe for my future family. Whoever it is- we can't risk it. Have to kill her… or him. "You didn't crash into the walls like the rest of us. I saw you, sitting there. It was entering you. I bet you were all curled up, like that woman was- lucky it was dark, so we didn't see. We ought to lock you in the closet until the rescue comes."

"A door wouldn't contain it," Neil said.

"Right. It already came in through three hulls of reinforced steel," Damian agreed, moving to stand beside Izzy. What if we're wrong? Who else could it be? Nobody, nobody else is that clever... except the Doctor. And it got him last time… but no, it must be her. Neil got up and stood beside, Ella beside him. Rory and Amy followed, until they made a semicircle around the old woman.

"I think we're being a little hasty," the Doctor said, moving to stand beside Helen. "I've seen it before, she isn't acting like the creature did." Got to be careful, can't let the same thing happen… what if it's actually in me? Hiding away, waiting… I've had it in me before. If it is in me, I can't let it get to the resort, to the TARDIS. Can't let it have any of what I've got- who knows what it could do.

"I think we're being perfectly logical," Izzy snapped. "Get out of the way."

"But what will we do with her? We can't lock her in a closet, it might get out. The door has cracks and isn't strong enough," Damian said.

"She's old, and weak. She isn't going to force her way out," Rory pointed out.

"True…"

"But would you take that chance?" Neil said. "Would you endanger your loved one's lives on it?" Rory looked at Amy, and Damian took Izzy's hand.

"Well, what then?"

"We throw her out," Neil said. It was silent for a moment.

Here they go again. And before you get all ticked about Rory's injury just seeming redundant and unimportant to the actual plot, I have to say that it'll come back later. Rory's troubles aren't over. It wasn't just some silly quick whim I threw in there. You guys know how Doctor Who works- EVERYTHING is connected.

Any more guesses about who it's in?