The raxillion threw themselves at the Doctor, lashing their pointy tongues and whipping their pointier tails. Almost immediately, they were sucked back up to the ceiling as their unique relationship with gravity took over. They tried over and over again to jump so far as to reach their prey but could never get further than a scratch just above his head.
''I've been wondering all day what would happen if they actually got a chance to try that!'' he said whimsically.
Amy was cowering under her own arms. She unveiled herself when she realised the dogs weren't attacking them and scowled at the Doctor.
''What if they could jump that far?'' she shouted.
''Admittedly, something I probably should have thought about,'' the Doctor confessed.
The raxillion that had dug their sharp claws into the walls and yanked themselves down to the floor began to drag their strained bodies along the ground, while the ones on the roof were backing up, getting ready to make a running leap.
''Right, well, actual plan time it seems,'' proclaimed the Doctor. He glanced over to the elevator and then to Amy, back and forth until she put the pieces together.
''No,'' she stated absolutely.
''Do you see another way out?'' the Doctor asked. Amy folded her arms. Still looking at her, the Doctor smarmily pulled out the sonic screwdriver and pointed it at the elevator doors, which opened to display the lift slowly descending past them. Amy cleared her throat to turn the Doctor's attention to the escaping elevator.
Over he looked, and the raxillion seemed to notice too. They made their move, taking advantage of the Doctor and Amy's lack of escape.
''Run!'' cried the Doctor. They pelted around the corner of the hallway, away from the floor crawling hellhounds and past the roof dwellers. They skidded over to the staircase, raxillion gaining speed behind them. They bounced from the roof to the walls and the floor and back again, using their gravity reversal as a flight aid. Some bounded down the staircase through the air after Amy, others running ahead of the Doctor on the ceiling and attempting to jump at him from there.
They reached the next floor down and rushed around to the elevators. The doors were heaved open by the sonic screwdriver to reveal the lift once again descending past them. The Doctor managed to swing open the doors to the actual lift before powering onwards to outrun the raxillion.
''We can make the next one!'' he yelled over the sound of wild, rancorous barking. ''Come along, Pond!''
''I'm in front of you!'' came a cry from ahead of the Doctor. They thudded onto the next floor, the elevator doors already reeling into the walls. Amy leapt into the lift, now a touch faster than it was going before, followed swiftly by the Doctor. He slammed against the back wall in his haste, and turned to close the doors just as a raxillion jumped through them.
Amy acted before the Doctor could react.
''Heel!'' she exclaimed, kicking the beast out of the lift. The Doctor gaped at her as the doors slid clumsily shut. The lift zipped a little faster along its vertical path with the added weight, but the Doctor had faster plans. He pointed the sonic directly upwards and lit it up with a whir.
''Emergency sonic brakes on,'' he said.
''Brakes?!'' bellowed Amelia. ''Brakes?! You're making us fall?!''
''No,'' said the Doctor with a smirk, ''I'm making us fly. We just have to wait.''
''Wait for wha-'' Amy started to ask, but was interrupted by a huge quake that shook the building.
''We just got hit by the ghost of a meteor that's actually a ship that came alive and built the elevator that we're standing in,'' chirped the Doctor. ''Oh, it doesn't get better than this!''
Not far above them, a horrendous crunching noise shook the air, followed by a whip crack as the cables above them snapped and ricocheted around the shaft, clanging against the sides. The elevator got a burst of speed as it entered free fall.
''Hold on to your hat, Pond!'' shrilled the Doctor, far too enthusiastic about free falling down an elevator shaft.
''I'm not wearing a haaAHHH-'' Amy's sentence turned into a scream as the lift plummeted. Amy held on to the rail with all of her strength. The Doctor grasped it strongly enough to not be shaking about by the fall.
Amy's scream was outmatched by the whistling made by the screeching of metal on metal. Sparks flew from every edge where the lift met the shaft. The sheer speed of the thing, made faster by the force from the simulation that was emulating a collapsing building, was enough to make Amy want to pass out, while making the Doctor laugh like he was on the best roller coaster in the world.
Gravity decided it no longer wanted a part in the fun, leaving the scene and letting Amy and the Doctor's feet slip off the floor and into the middle of the elevator, tugging their bodies up with them. Still holding onto the rail, they were able to keep themselves from floating entirely in mid-air.
''Best. Vacation. Ever!'' the Doctor belted as loud as he could, but all he got in return was a continued set of variously pitched screams.
Amy's grasp on the rail slipped and she ended up floating in the air for a few seconds before the Doctor's hand reached out and pulled her back down. He placed her hand back on the rail and kept his rested firmly on top.
Just as the screeching, grinding and whooshing reached its peak, the Doctor and Amy glided elegantly down, their toes touching the floor with barely a tremor, joined soon after by their heels. The emergency, sonicked up brakes took effect, bringing the out of control elevator to a smooth stop. Amy and the Doctor rested steadily on their feet for a split second before the elevator faintly landed on the springs at the bottom of the shaft, sending them both crashing to the floor in a heap.
The elevator doors slid open with a ding. The Doctor and Amy looked at each other wearily, let out a weak laugh and lay on their backs, breathing heavily. Their moment of peace was disturbed by clang of the doors closing, followed by a light, cheery voice coming from the speakers above them.
''Going up,'' it said. The Doctor rolled over and reached out for his sonic screwdriver, which he had dropped during the fall.
''No, no, no, no, no,'' he quavered, zapping the doors with the waves of the sonic screwdriver.
...
Hurrying through the lobby was a trickier challenge than they had anticipated. The electronic guests were scrambling about in a frenzied panic, distraught at the devastation that the 'meteor' was causing. The uproar was made more prominent by the fact that people were flat out disappearing without a trace all around the hotel, while the walls, floors, tables, chairs, ornaments and everything in between were crumbling away like a rock struck by a pick axe.
Pieces of the hotel were falling away and landing in nothingness, revealing nothing but metal of all kinds of density, gradually melting away to the floor below. The process of everything was speeding up as the hotel powered down. Amy and the Doctor reached the front door. Before they could even attempt to open it, it disappeared, leaving the shape of a door which started to melt into one wall.
''Amy, cover your eyes and take my hand,'' said the Doctor. She did as he instructed. The Doctor took one last look at the melting wall before scrunching his eyes closed and running directly towards it. They squished through the gooey metal and came out mostly clean on the other side, the remnants of it zooming off their skin and clothes and leeching back onto the rest of the substance.
''Ew,'' squirmed Amy, her face crumpled up in displeasure, ''never do that again.''
''If I ever have to do that again,'' replied the Doctor, ''I will not have done the future right. I'll have to go back and try again. Which, for me, is not out of the question.''
A crash, a thud, a bang and a thump made the floor tremble, causing Amy and the Doctor to stumble forward. They managed to stay on their feet and began their final escape from the melting hotel.