Alright, sorry for the wait. I told myself I would finish this chapter a while ago, and just sort of procrastinated. Sorry. I'll try to get the new chapters on sooner, especially the next one. Anyway, here it is- chapter three.

Rose had, of course, heard murmurs and bits of myths about the Pandorica- a prison, for the most dangerous creature in the multiverse, a great warrior bathed in the blood of billions. Of course, the legends had exaggerated it quite a bit- one Alternian myth claimed it was thousands of miles within a star, guarded by hordes of fire-beasts- but it was still incredible. It echoed off a sort of quiet power, like a constant wind gently flowing through the tunnel. If she was the person she was almost a lifetime ago, she would have been frightened, or at the very least unnerved. But that was then.
For now she stood silently, barely disturbing the quiet of the area. The room seemed timeless, not unlike the two people currently standing within it- one with immortality an accident by an alien projection, and the other with immortality schemed ahead by a goddess of time. Of course, it was the younger who broke the silence.
"What are we going to do for two thousand years?"

1996 AD

Over the last two thousand years, Rose and Rory had participated in numerous occasions in history- some bloody, some incredible, and a few that were both- but this was certainly one of the most boring. Rose was currently leaning against a wall, playing with her flashlight in front of the museum's most popular displays. Of course, this time of day, it was abandoned other than the night guards. Namely herself and Rory. Rory, at the moment, was on the lookout for any signs of time travel like he always was at this time. She mused about this for a few moments before quiet foot steps alerted her of another presence. A young girl? Rose stepped back into the shadows of a display, observing the intruder before her- a child, a girl, bright red hair. The child stood in front of the Pandorica, hand hovering over the box. Just as Rose was going to guide her out, she pressed her hand to the box, gasping and tripping backwards when it glowed a bright green and opened. Looking inside, Rose stifled a gasp. It was Amy.
"Alright, kid, this is where it gets complicated."

Amy was examining the exhibits intently, and the child (maybe a younger version of Amy? They looked alike) stared at the woman disbelievingly. The adult Amy ran her hand across a screen, jumping when it played a documentary. The Pandorica, discovered in 1398 by an English explorer, is said to be protected by the Last Centurion. All throughout history the famed figure has protected the Pandorica, moving it from dangers. They say he protects a treasure, the woman Pandora herself. He was last seen during the London Blitz, moving the Pandorica away from the bombs. Amy stared at it uncertainly, processing the information. Rory was the Last Centurion, she was sure, and she was Pandora? After a moment, the video continued. Rumors and myths speak of a woman with eyes golden and lupine also following the peculiar box, known as the Bad Wolf. The words follow her throughout history, and no one is certain of who she is. Little is known about her, other than that she is on a quest, which takes her all throughout history. Now Amy was confused- who was this Bad Wolf? She looked to the video, which listed the history of the Bad Wolf, searching through for any sort of clue. While Amy skimmed through the info, and her younger self looked at her puzzled, neither of them saw Rose slip out of the exhibit to the guard room.

"RORY! She's here, and she's out!" Rose called, slamming open the door and startling Rory. She disregarded his confused look, retriving what looked like a stun gun. "Wait, she as in-?" Rory started, as she loaded the gun.
"Yes, Amy. And if she's out, the Doctor's bound to be here, and if he's here, trouble's not far behind."
"Wait, we're going to get her now? What if she remembers that I almost killed her and she-" Rose rolled her eyes, attaching the officer's baton to her leg.
"Relax. She'll be fine with it, and if this is anything like my encounters with the Doctor, there will be too much running for her to properly get mad at you. Besides, she'd never do anything like that." Rose grabbed his wrist, guiding him out the door. The sprint to the Pandorica exhibit was silent, as was the entry. Neither of the Ponds were there, though there was a near destroyed Dalek smoking slightly. Rose groaned.
"Great, now we got Daleks in this mess. Let's get out and find the Doctor before the entire place comes to life."

Though the Doctor had had various encounters with impossible things, this was one of the most he had ever experienced. With an Amy on either side of him, the entire museum of fossilized- and likely hostile- aliens coming to life, and no reapers in sight, this was truly impossible. Thousands of thoughts ran through his head-extinct things returning to life-paradoxes-trouble-a whole lot of running- but they all stopped as he reached the end of a hallway. He stopped completely and let go the Amys, and they flung forward with momentum-sorry ponds- as he stared at the impossible, impossible thing in front of him. BAD WOLF. It was written on a exhibit direction sign, pointing to the left. Impossible. The Doctor gathered the Ponds by the hand and started pulling them towards it. The adult Amy dug her heels into the tiled floor.
"Doctor, what's going on? Why did you stop?" She growled, as the Doctor pulled harder.
"Amelia Pond, it is possibly the most important thing that we get to that exhibit right-" He pulled her hand harder- "this-" Another tug- "instant!" He yelled, dragging them both forward- right into Rory.

Rory toppled to the ground, with Amy on top of him, revealing a blonde woman silhouetted by a beam of light. The Doctor blinked, confused. Was that-
"Sweetie? Are you okay?" the blonde asked, stepping forward and revealing herself as River Song. The illusion was broken, and he couldn't hold the groan of defeat.
"Yes, yes, I'm fine, but we have to get to the Bad Wolf exhibit-" He started. The group of people all started talking and arguing at the same time.
"Doctor, I need to explain something, during the two thousand years-"
"River, can you explain what's going on? What's bad wolf?"
"The Bad Wolf exhibit is right next to the Daleks, we can't go there-"
Everyone babbling at once was incredibly frustrating- nothing was getting done. He was about to raise his voice and shout for them to be quiet, but someone did it before him. A whistle silenced the group, as they tried to find the source. Approaching with a golden, shimmering glow, a woman appeared. As she stepped forward, Rory nodded respectfully, River asked "Wolf?" and the Doctor merely squeaked. As he attempted to regain his voice, he stammered a bit.
"Rose Tyler." She looked to him with golden, wolf-like eyes, and smiled.
"Hello, my Doctor."