"Ah," the Doctor said, indicating for me to open my mouth.
"Ah," I replied, opening as wide as I could. The Doctor looked inside my mouth before patting my head.
"Yep, like I said. Just your basic knock-out dart," he clarified, turning back to the screens.
"But. I don't understand. Why would they knock me out? I told them I worked there," I said, hopping off the mangy looking chair I had been sitting on.
"It mustn't have been programmed into their settings."
"Settings? What are they robots?"
"Nestene duplicates to be correct. Living plastic, controlled by the Nestene Consciousness."
"But they're human. You're not seriously suggesting they're some kind of alien," I scoffed. He gave me a look and it dawned on me.
"Wait. You're being serious. So this," I said indicating to the TARDIS, "Isn't some crazy science thing. But what about you?"
"Two hearts," he said, tapping either side of his chest.
"Not a weird mutation?" I asked hopefully.
"No. Now, why are they here? I mean, generally it's to take over the planet, but that doesn't seem to be the case."
"Generally? Well that's encouraging."
He pressed a few buttons, and weird symbols appeared on the screen.
"That's odd," he said examining the screen.
"What is?" I asked, moving closer, even though I had no hope deciphering the weird circles.
"Can you hand me that?" he asked, ignoring my question and pointed to a hand sitting on the console.
I stared at it. It was a hand, from wrist up just sitting there.
"Come on," he said impatiently.
I reached over, hesitantly picking it up. It felt real, as real as a severed hand feels. But it was heavier, also the wires sticking out at the wrist weren't normal. I handed it to him.
He pulled out the silver stick and pressed the button, holding it up against the wires.
"What is that?" I questioned.
"Sonic screwdriver, incredibly handy." He answered, looking at the hand.
"Ok, and why do you have a severed hand?"
"From one of the Nestene duplicates. Now. There doesn't appear to be any signals coming from it. Normally I can track down where the signals are coming from. But it doesn't seem to exist."
"I'm guessing that's a bad thing?"
He placed the hand down and ruffled his hair.
"There should be a signal, something in their programming. All that's coming up is 'Pandorica', but that's impossible. It's a myth."
"The Pandorica?" I asked.
"Don't worry."
"No. Big box thing, made of stone."
He stared at me perplexed.
"Yes. How did you know?"
"Because it's in the museum." I stated simply.
"Must be a fake. It doesn't exist. Or. They think it exists. Maybe they're trying to find it. Oh! Maybe they believe that the one in the museum is the real one." He exclaimed. "But why security guards?" He questioned, pacing as he mumbled to himself.

I took this time to check my phone, I had forgotten all about it.
There were several messages, most of them from my parents. The last one, the one that got me caught. Was from Rory. It hit me. Rory was working tonight. He is in the museum right now.
"Doctor," I said, fear lacing my words.
He looked up at me and saw my face.
"Doctor, are all the security guards aliens?"
"Most likely, why?"
"Because my friend is working tonight. And he's as human as they come."
He stared at me, thoughts going through his head. Probably if Rory was worth saving.
"Where is his post?" he asked, turning to the consul, flipping switches, making the TARDIS shudder.
I grabbed onto the railing as sparks flew from around the console.
"The Pandorica," I answered. The Doctor looked at me, cogs turning in his mind. He pressed a few buttons, the TARDIS making a wheezing noise, as the whole thing shook violently. The Doctor pulled out a mallet and smacked the console. Oh yeah that always works.

After a few seconds of being thrown about, it came to a shuddering stop, steam rising out of the machine.
"Here we are," the Doctor said, pulling me up from to floor. I stood up shakily, dusting myself off as I followed him to the door. My sides hurt from where they slammed into the railing, I could already feel them bruising. The Doctor opened the door, and I was surprised to see that we had moved from the small storage room. In front of us stood the Pandorica, a massive stone box in the centre of the room.
"Impossible," the Doctor marvelled as he moved closer. He was stopped in his tracks by a blast shooting past his head, hitting the TARDIS door that I had pushed close in front of me. I opened it to see the singed mark on the door. The Doctor swirled around as another shot went off. Well this isn't good.

AN: And another chapter is up. Hope you guys liked it, not sure if the Doctor is in character, I think I have 11 stuck in my head. So I apologise if 10 appears 11ish. If you think he's going way out of character, please tell me.
School is starting up again for me, bringing with it Exams. So although I am aiming to update every Sunday, it may not go to plan.
But thank you to everyone once again. :)