Unfortunately, I still own nothing.

"Are you guys ready to go or not, because it's really quite warm in here and I'd very much like to leave for Space Florida as soon as -" Rory paused as he reached the deserted console room.

"Guys?" He called out.

Silence.

Rory sighed and peered towards the monitor: "Unknown environment", it read. He flopped down onto a bench.

"They left without me," he said out loud. "They just went up and decided to go someplace else and left me here alone, without a thought, without a, 'goodbye, Rory, have fun by yourself,' and now no Space Florida and I'm... Talking to a box."

The uppy-downy-thing (he didn't know what else to call it) in the center of the console continued on its endless round, up and down, up and down.

"EXTERMINATE."

Rory jolted upwards with a dreading, "uh," sound, eyes wide, facing forward.

"EXTERMINATE... EXTERMINATE!"

The Last Centurion squeezed his eyes shut before turning around and cracking one open. Before him stood - what else, really? - a Dalek. He gave a slow breath as his stomach sank downwards.

The alien extended its arm menacingly.

"What're you going to do, huh?" Rory taunted, acting as though he had a plan to buy himself some time. "Plunger me? Whisk some eggs?"

A laser shot towards him and he ducked. "Whoa! Okay, fair enough."

The Dalek continued to wheel itself slowly towards him.

"Right. Just... One thing. I..." Rory held a finger out for a moment, then turned and sprinted towards the door. "Gotta go!"

Reaching the safety of the outdoors, he slammed the doors shut and rested his back against them. That was a close one.

Key. His eyes flew open. He'd forgotten to bring a key!

The flustered companion whirled around to bang on the door in frustration - only to have it slide right open.

"What." Rory's mouth fell open at the sight of the T.A.R.D.I.S. interior - or what should've been the T.A.R.D.I.S. interior.

Instead, he just saw... Blue. A blue box that wasn't bigger on the inside.

Just as the two has before him, Rory shut and re-opened the doors, hoping for the familiar glow of the console room (albeit the Dalek.)

Nothing.

He repeated the action.

And repeated.

And -

"Hi," said a voice.

Rory twirled around and jumped with a startled noise, pinning himself against the doors of the blue box. A man stood before him.

He looked exactly like Rory.

Well, not exactly. He looked a little cooler than Rory, with sleeker clothes and without the frightened face.

"Are you the new stunt double?"

"Stunt double?" Rory echoed, giving the man a once-over. How could someone look so similar? Yet carry himself so differently?

"Wow," the man nodded approvingly. "I knew the people'd raised the budget for you guys, but didn't know they'd do such a good job. Impressive. You look just like me."

"Uh..." Rory blinked. "Right."

Guess they didn't choose them based on brains, though, Arthur thought to himself. "They're filming right now, why don't you -"

The actor suddenly vanished and Rory gave another startled hop.

He looked to the right, then to the left, then back right again. Nobody in sight.

"Okay," a confused Rory said to himself. He glanced around once more, then began to walk, putting the disappearing man out of his mind. The Doctor and Amy were bound to be here somewhere.

He swallowed as a woman with frizzy, blonde-ish hair marched towards him. "River Song?"