Dr Rouge
"This doesn't look much like a police station to me." Rory gazed around the brightly lit reception space.
"That's because it isn't." The man behind the desk tapped away furiously at his computer keyboard as he talked.
"Oh? So what is it then?" Amy leant against the desk nonchalantly.
"Prison Planet X." He looked up and saw the raised eyebrows on their faces. "Yes, I know, but I didn't name it, did I?" He went back to his typing for a moment, before seemingly realising that he hadn't actually answered the question. He sighed.
"Prison Planet X is the largest maximum security jail in the Universe. We only have the very worst of the worst in here."
"Nice. So why were we brought here?"
"I would imagine that it has something to do with your friend." He gestured towards the Doctor, who was in a heated discussion with someone further down the desk. "But don't ask me what he's done. Nobody tells me anything."
At that moment, the Doctor ended the argument, and walked over to them.
"All sorted," he said, with an easy grin, "just a misunderstanding, as it turned out." The man behind the desk raised his eyebrows, but never looked up from the keyboard.
"So we can leave?"
"Well, no. Not just yet at any rate."
"Why?"
"When they heard that I was a doctor, they asked me to have a look at one of the inmates."
"'A' doctor? What happened to the 'the'?" The Doctor put his finger to his lips to silence them, before pointing to a hologram 'WANTED' poster on the wall. It showed a tall, serious-looking, dark-eyed man with wild, unkempt hair, wearing a blue, pin-striped suit and a long brown coat. Beneath it flashed the words, "The Doctor".
Amy frowned.
"He looks nothing like you."
"Yeah, well, it's a long story. I'll tell you one day. But while we're here, I'm Dr John Smith. Remember that."
A door opened further down the room, and a woman stepped into view. She was tall and dark skinned, with hair that fell in neat waves around her face, and set off her luminous lilac eyes. Her grey suit was covered by a white coat that flapped open as she walked over towards them and extended a hand.
"You must be Dr Smith," she took hold of Rory's hand and shook it. He opened and closed his mouth, but no words came out.
"Actually, I'm Dr Smith," the Doctor interjected, looking slightly put out.
"Oh." The woman looked him up and down unbelievingly. "It's just that you don't look much like a doctor. Or any kind of health professional for that matter."
"And you can tell that just by looking at someone, can you?" Amy was sceptical. The woman's voice was cool.
"I should hope so, seeing as how reading people is my job." She turned her attention back to the Doctor and so missed the roll of Amy's eyes.
"I'm Dr Rouge. Head of the psych-evaluation team here at PPX. I heard you're here to help us out."
"Rouge. Good name for someone who works in a prison." The woman ignored Amy's jibe.
"I hope you're as good as you're papers suggest, Dr Smith. She's a bit of an enigma to us all. Your opinion will no doubt be invaluable." With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, back through the door. Amy and Rory shared a look as the three of them followed her.
"Papers?" Amy whispered to the Doctor.
"Psychic paper. Although . . ." he glanced around at her, and for a couple of seconds, faint lines of worry touching the edges of his eyes. "People trained in psychic evaluation can normally see through it."
"So, she's either not very good; or she is, and this is all a very elaborate trap."
"Most likely, yes."
"Excellent."