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They had walked for blocks after the awkward introduction, nothing was said during the walk. Only momentary glances from one person to the other. Ana picked up pace for a few steps, before stopping beside a large door. The door wasn't special, just a plain wooden door against a brick wall. "Here we are," Ana said, she had regained her composer. The tears she had shed had dried up, and her voice had evened out again. She put her hand against the door, and smiled. Amy's hands went to her hips, and she frowned. The Doctor looked at her for a minute.
"What?" he asked, after a second glance that made sure she looked unhappy. She pointed down the alley. His TARDIS was parked only a few feet away from this door. The Doctor smiled sheepishly.
"That blue box is your TT Capsule?" she asked. "What kind of a disguise is that?" she asked, furrowing her brow.
"It's a police box! Can't you read?" he asked in return. Ana started to laugh.
"You mean your silly little machine took you all the way to me? Right passed my ship and to that shop!" Ana said through her laughter.
Rory leaned close to Amy and mumbled, "are all Time Lords bipolar like this?" Amy laughed quietly.
"Well what kind of a disguise is a door on a wall anyways?" he asked, frowning.
"A police box is big and blue! Someone might notice it. If they are really clever, they might still see it and wonder! Who has even heard of a police box anyway?" she said slowly, as she tried to end her laughter.
"They were all over the place in the '60s, she blends in perfectly in the '60s," he snapped. She laughed a little again, but this time she managed to stop quickly.
"Well, as good as I'm sure that is—in the 60's, whatever that means—mine is good too. A door, is just a door. It's not interesting, there are no signs on it, telling people to keep out. Just a wooden door against a wall," she said. Ana started to unbutton the collar of her jacket as she spoke. She carefully pulled the her key out from around her neck. "If you open the door without a key, all you see is the wall." She explained slowly. She reached out and pulled open the door, the brick wall behind the door was all you saw. She closed the door again, and then inserted the oddly shaped key into the lock. It clicked as she turned it to the side, and she smiled. Then again, she slipped the key into a second lock, mixed into a mess of other fake locks. She pulled the door open again. This time she reveled the large control room.
"Oh," The Doctor said, as he stepped into this TARDIS. He didn't wait for an invitation, he needed to see it. "Oh, look at you. Look at you." He ran his hands along the wall as he walked. His lips curled up into a goofy smile.
"Hello, who are you?" there was a voice that echoed around him. The voice was soft, and kind. It echoed around them, it was almost doubled.
"Oh," he repeated. He looked back at Ana who had let Amy and Rory inside as well. He looked at her just long enough for her to nod at him, he turned back to the control panel. "I'm the Doctor," he said.
"It's nice to meet you," the voice answered.
"Doctor is that... the TARDIS speaking?" Amy asked.
"Oh yes," he answered. He didn't turn to look at the group, instead he walked toward the console. "A prototype TARDIS. Type 142, military class... and she speaks."
"But you said, you said that TARDISes couldn't be made to talk," Rory said.
"Spacey-wasey," Amy added.
"Some talked, wasn't common. Oh, but she's gorgeous," The Doctor said, glancing over his shoulder just for a minute. As much as he wanted to explain everything to his companions, he wanted to explore much more.
"Most of them went mad," Ana said.
"Mad?" Rory asked, raising an eyebrow. Ana nodded at him.
"It takes a lot of companionship to keep a TT Capsule happy, years of bonding are required to keep a normal one sane, and happy," she started explaining, when The Doctor cut in.
"But most of the sentient TARDISes couldn't take it, they see across all of time and space. Everything that is, everything that has been, everything that will be, and everything that could be. They see it all at once—all TARDISes are like that, but these ones talk, and express what they see—" he paused thoughtfully for a minute, "imagine what that would do to any creatures mind... But you! You are in total working order!" he said excitedly.
"I am," the TARDIS answered.
"How long?" The Doctor asked suddenly. "How long have you been here?"
"Two days," the TARDIS answered.
"No, out of the war!" he asked.
"30 years," it said softly. The Doctor turned to Ana, and titled his head to the side.
"It was locked," she answered. She fumbled with the key, that was still in her hands. Her eyes stayed on the key instead of looking anywhere else.
"You locked yourself inside the TARDIS? Are you daft?" he asked sharply. There was a loud smashing noise, as part of the control panel shot from the TARDIS in the Doctor's direction. He hopped back as the unimportant piece hit the ground. He looked back at the panel.
"You will not speak to Ana that way," it snapped. He tilted his head to the side once more, and then smiled again.
"30 years, you two have been together for 30 years," he said slowly.
"More," the TARDIS answered. Then she went silent, a few of her lights blinked off, and an odd humming noise filled the room.
"Oh good grief!" Ana said, dropping the key so it hung loosely around her neck. Her hands went to her hips, and she started toward a long corridor. "Are you coming Doctor?" she asked sharply. The man jumped at the opportunity, and chased after her. Amy and Rory followed, mostly because the layout of this TARDIS was different and they didn't want to get lost.
"What's happening?" Amy asked, as the lights in the hallway continued to flicker.
"Sometimes she gets upset, and something shuts down," Ana answered. She turned suddenly, pushing open a door, and heading down a flight of stairs. The stairs ended suddenly, and the there was a drop. Without even thinking about it, Ana sat down and pushed herself over the edge. She thumped down onto the lower level, her high heels creating another painful snapping sound. Then she was off again. The farther the went, the darker everything seemed to become. Then they reached a door, there was no handle, and when the doctor put his hand against it, nothing happened. "It doesn't recognize you," she said, smiling. She put her hand on the door, it slid open. The inside of this room looked more like a boat, the walls were wooden, and everything seemed to be made of bronze.
Ana shuffled around the edge of a secondary console, it was pressed against the far wall of the room. There were coils, wires, and other things coming off the console and up onto the walls. Ana was now out of sight, she had squeezed herself behind the malfunctioning section of the TARDIS and was pulling at different things. Snapping wires echoed around the room, then a soft humming noise, a little like the sonic screwdriver. The Doctor stood curiously watching her work on her ship, occasionally he would touch something, but either nothing would happen. Or the ship would let out an unhappy groaning sound. "Stop that!" Ana shouted, it sounded like she was under the floor now—which she was, but they hadn't seen her force her way under. It was odd to watch the Doctor being bossed around by this girl, and when she reappeared again he just stared at her.
"She should be good now," Ana said brightly. She hurried out of the room, since the power there still seemed to be working, while other parts were totally off. They followed her again, she took an entirely different path back to the control room and when Amy comment she simply answer, "well, it's fasting going this way." No one questioned her. They passed through a room that looked like an old hospital, then one that looked more like a cinema, the next was a library, and then hallways. So many that Amy and Rory were sure this TARDIS was more twisted and backwards then The Doctor's.
"Ana!" a voice called as they moved through a playroom. A little boy hurried up to her, she dropped down and put her hand on his head.
"Feeling better?" she asked, messing up his hair. The doctor examined the boy for a minute, and then frowned. The little boy shook his head, he opened his mouth to speak, but instead he let out and chirping noise.
"N-n-n-no-o-o," he stuttered, his voice glitching with an electronic echo. His body did the same thing, fading suddenly and then reappearing.
"Well, I will keep looking then," Ana said. She—much like before in the brass room—forced her body into a hidden area of the room. She had moved a bookshelf and dropped down into an unseen area. She fiddled with whatever was broken, and the boy switched between visible and invisible.
"Better!" he would called when he was closer to solid, then he would promptly follow it by yelling, "Worse!" as he flickered away again. She gave up fairly quickly, returning from her hidden place. The Doctor watched her, and then he ducked behind the bookshelf, and vanished. There was a humming noise, this time unmistakably made by the sonic screwdriver, the boy flickered as Ana watched. He became solid, she shrieked with excitement. The Doctor reappeared, he tossed the screwdriver into the air, caught it, and then put it into his pocket.
"What else is broken?" he asked with a grin.