"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.

"That is absolutely ridicu-," the Doctor started, but was interrupted.

"It worked last time," Izzy said thoughtfully. "And she's weak, we could do it."

"I don't know about that," Rory said uncomfortably. I think… it might be the Doctor. It makes sense- he hasn't done any magical rescue like he usually would, and it's already got in him once, and he thinks it would go for the cleverest, and the most afraid… he admitted to being afraid. He cringed. No, no. Can't kill the Doctor. Why would I even think that? The old woman… it's barely even murder. She's going to die anyways, and soon. If anything, it's a mercy killing, freeing her from the monster and the pain she'll feel before dying. And during. Dying hurts.

"Then what?" Neil hissed. "You leave her in here to kill your wife? To get in the rescue shuttle and be brought back to the resort, and kill all those people? We have to make a choice. End one life, or keep thousands out of harm's way."

"Daddy, we can't kill her," Ella said, tugging on her father's pant leg.

"Why not? We're stronger than her. And everyone dies eventually," he said coldly. "Don't interfere, sweetie."

"If it's her or you," Amy started, looking at Rory, "I'd rather it be her." Rory hesitated, then nodded.

"I agree. We throw her out." I have to kill it to save Amy. Must protect Amy, above all else.

"Let's get rid of her," Izzy snarled. The monster must die.

"We can't risk the lives of the people in the resort," Damian agreed. Can't let it start draining people, getting in other heads. Have to end it quickly, faster than last time.

"No, no, no!" the Doctor shouted, throwing his arms out. "You aren't throwing her out! We don't have any evidence that it's her. It wouldn't pick her anyways, she only has two months left. It's smarter than that!"

"Get out of the way," Izzy shouted back, her hands curling into fists.

"He has a point," Neil said suddenly. Everyone looked at him. "It wouldn't pick an old, almost dead body. It would, however," he said slowly, turning to stare at the Doctor, "take someone who doesn't appear to age, and isn't just old and wise, but clever."

"Him?" Damian said incredulously. "Actually, though, you could be right."

"What? No, not me," the Doctor said, confused. No. No. No, not again. I won't let this happen.

"Yes, you. You've already had contact with it. How do we know it left you last time? It could still be in you. Calling you back. And you wanted to open the door," Neil explained, looking at the others with wide eyes. "I just want to protect us. All my life, I've just taken pictures of things, preserved them, never changed them. Now, it's time to change things.

"We've been given the opportunity to fix something. Fate threw us in here, the seven of us. One of the seven is plagued, and it's up to us to save the rest of the galaxy from this… abomination. Do you know what would happen if he got loose, spread it around? This isn't a man… it's a rat. Carrying a plague. We have to make a decision. This isn't the Doctor anymore- it's not even killing. This… creature. It already killed him."

"Well… he seems normal. We're with him, and he's never shown any inclination to here before. When we arrived, he didn't want to stay at all," Amy said.

"But what if it's because he could feel it in him, and didn't want to come here and have it rise up in him? Like it has?" Izzy said.

"Well… then we wait until we get back, and we take him back to the TAR-, um, his house, and… someone there can fix him," Rory said.

"But it could spread."

"He can't go back and endanger all those people," Damian agreed. Izzy patted his hair encouragingly.

"We can't throw him out," Amy said quickly.

"Why not? You were willing to throw her out when you thought it was in her," Neil pointed out, gesturing to Helen, who was curled up in a chair, trying not to interfere. "We're wasting time. We're already endangering ourselves."

"Daddy, we can't. He's funny," Ella protested.

"He's not funny. He's wicked. And wicked things must die," he said icily.

"Endangering ourselves- how?" Damian asked, confused. "It's just in one person. Right?"

"You can hear it. Inside your head. Telling you to kill the monster. But it made a mistake- It told you to kill the monster, but your intuition told you that the Doctor is the monster. We have to kill it before it takes total control."

"Oh, God, I can hear it," Izzy moaned, covering her ears. No, no, not the Doctor. It's not the Doctor. Don't touch him, she thought. No… it told her.

"Me too. We have to get rid of it!" Damian exclaimed, stepping forward, and cringing as the voice in his head snarled.

"No, you can't," Amy argued. No, no, don't. Don't hurt him, she thought. But she shivered when she realized she wasn't sure if she was thinking it, or the monster was telling her to think it.

"You're not killing him," Rory agreed, holding up his sword, readying for a fight. But he wasn't ready fast enough.

Quick as a snake, Izzy jumped forward and thrust her nails into his side. After dying once, nearly dying a few more times, and fighting in bloody Roman battles, he would've thrown her off easily. But, already weak from blood loss, he staggered. Then her nails dug into the gauze in his side, pushing and tearing at his wound. He shouted in pain, doubling over, and Neil lunged forward and grabbed the blade of the sword, tearing it out of Rory's grasp. He flipped it over and grabbed the handle, mindless of the bloody cut on his palm.

"No, stop!" Amy cried, lunging at Izzy. Neil swung the sword down, forcing Amy to freeze. The edge, already bloodied from Neil's hand and Rory's side, pressed against her throat. Rory froze, with Izzy pulling his head back with a handful of his hair. The air was suddenly thick and silent.

"Don't move, or your wife's head will come off," Neil said coldly. Ella watched with wide eyes. The Doctor slowly raised his hands in surrender.

It's a bit short- but I only got two reviews D: Those who reviewed are awesome, though. Just one more would be nice? As in, not one review till I post again, but one more than two. As in three reviews before I post again. Other writers demand five or more- I'm being kind here. I just like to know who's reading this, that I'm not wasting my time.

Anyways. It's also short because the next bunch of pages are kind of crazy, and this was the best stopping point. We're closing in on the climax of the story! It might be next chapter. I think it'll have three more chapters total.

Any more guesses on who's carrying the beast?