AN: The second chapter is finally here! Enjoy!

I heard a voice from behind me. "She isn't home, Rory, not anymore. I was too late. Amy is gone."

I jumped in surprise and spun around at the sound of the voice, and saw a man with brown floppy hair, and wearing a tweed jacket, a white dress shirt and suspenders, and a red bowtie standing a few feet behind me. How had I not seen him earlier? Was he following me? He looked familiar somehow, but I couldn't quite place it. "What? Who are you? How do you know my name? Where's Amy?" I asked in my panic.

The man awkwardly clapped his hands together. "Yes, about that. Almost forgot you haven't met me yet. Rory, I know you. I also know Amy. But you don't know me. Well, not yet anyway. But you will some day. Long story. I'm the Doctor. I think Amy has been kidnapped, and I need your help saving her."

"What?! Kidnapped! Shouldn't we call the police?"

The man called "the Doctor" snapped his fingers and pointed at me. "No Rory, we can't call the police. I need to do some scans to try to identify who took Amy, be back in a tic." The Doctor pushed past me and rushed through Amy's front door. He pulled a strange white- and bronze-colored device out of his jacket pocket. It looked like a metal stick with claws with a green bit at the end. The Doctor proceeded to point it all over Amy's house-at the front door, under welcome mat, at the shoes in the closet, even at the television in her living room-all the while making it buzz and shine a green light, while I bombarded him with questions: "What are you doing? What's that thing you're pointing everywhere? How does this help find Amy?"

He ignored my questions and continued probing around, and muttered to himself something about how her house hasn't changed a bit. After a couple frustrating minutes of watching him from Amy's entry way, I was just about to tell him to stop and answer my questions when he yelled "AHA! Got it!" The Doctor turned to me and quickly explained: "This is my sonic screwdriver. It can open doors and scan things and lots of other cool sciency stuff. I've just scanned the premises for 26 different wavelengths of temporal distortion residue because I figured whoever took Amy is likely from her future. I need to get back to the TARDIS to do a quick analysis of the data. I've got a hunch who took Amy, but I need to make certain."

The Doctor bounded past me and out the front door. As he strode past he looked over his shoulder and said, "Come along, Pond!" His comment confused me, and I was about to follow the Doctor when I heard a strange clicking sound and felt like I was being watched... I shook my head and pushed the feeling away, and ran to catch up with the Doctor.

After following the Doctor a block or two towards my house, realization hit me like a football to the face (I have, unfortunately, experienced this sensation). "Oh my god! You're him! You're the Raggedy Doctor! You're real!" I exclaimed. No wonder he seemed familiar! Most of Leadworth's population had heard about Amy's imaginary friend (I had even dressed up as him once for Halloween at her insistence).

The Doctor stopped walking and spun towards me. "Well of course I'm real! Did you really think Amy invented fish fingers and custard by herself?"

"She made me try it once, how can you eat that stuff?"

The Doctor waved his arms about as he replied, "What do you mean? It's delicious! But we can continue this discussion later, we're wasting time. We're almost to the TARDIS."

We continued walking about another block, until we reached the blue police box I had seen earlier. "There she is! Rory, this is the TARDIS!"

"What? How's a wooden police box going to help you analyze the scans from Amy's house?"

"Oh Rory, it's so much more than just a blue box," he replied as he pushed open the door with a creak and stepped inside. After a few seconds, the Doctor realized that I hadn't followed him and called out, "Come on in! There's plenty of room!" His voice echoed slightly as if he was in a large room. Confused by his remark, I stepped up to the police box doors and looked inside.

What I saw astounded me: the police box contained a huge room with stairs leading up to a central console in the center of a glass floor. I walked in and took in more of my surroundings, noting the bronze-orange hue of the walls and and the various objects on the console, including what looked like a gramophone, typewriter, and many buttons and levers. The central console also had a long glass column that went up to the ceiling of the immense room. The Doctor stood next to the central console and was looking at me with his eyebrows raised expectantly (or rather, he would have been raising his eyebrows, but he seemed to be lacking in that department). "So, what do you think, Rory?'

"How's this possible? It's-It's bigger on the inside!" I stammered.

"Yes! Thank you! I love it when people say that. The older you gave me a much more boring response. Basically, it's another dimension." The Doctor grinned and straightened his bow tie, then pointed to where he plugged the sonic screwdriver into the TARDIS console, "I've started the data analysis. I should be able to figure out who took Amy in a few minutes."

"What is this thing? Some kind of laboratory?"

The Doctor chuckled. "Not quite. This is my TARDIS. It's a ship that travels through time and space."

What? No way! Bigger-on-the-inside police boxes are one thing, but a real time machine? "Seriously? Well, let's go back in time and stop Amy from being kidnapped, then!"

The Doctor hesitated a moment before answering, "I'm sorry, Rory, but no. It doesn't work like that. We can't go interfere with our own timelines, it would cause a paradox."

That was not the answer I wanted to hear. I could feel my eyes start to burn as they filled with tears. "And how would you know this?! Why do you get to make the rules? We have to save Amy!"

"Rory, we will save Amy. I promise. But we can't change what's already been established in our own timelines. I know how you feel. There have been many times when I've wanted to go back and ignore the laws of time in order to save more people. I just need to-"

The Doctor was interrupted by a shrill pinging sound. He spun towards the TARDIS console flipped a lever. Having stopped the annoying sound, he quickly read a message displayed on the monitor. "Just as I suspected," he said to himself. He looked over to me. "Rory, the TARDIS finished analyzing the scans from the sonic screwdriver. I know who took Amy."

"Yes, and…?"

"It's the same people who took her before, well, not yet from your point of view, but before for me. Anyway, Madame Kovarian is behind this and-"

"Madame who?"

"Stop interrupting! Madame Ko-var-ian. She's a woman from the future who wants me dead. She's also the leader of a group called the Silence, who also happens to want me dead."

"What did you mean when you said 'people who took her before'?" I asked.

"Long story: Basically future you and Amy get married, Amy gets pregnant, Amy gets taken, and Kovarian raised your Time Lord child as a psychopath to kill me-totally married her by the way-after we got through that, I was taking future you and Amy travelling when future Amy got kidnapped and future you died. Again," A disappointed look passed over his face, "You're so death prone in the future."

That was definitely the strangest thing I've ever heard, so I responded with: "What?"

"You heard me, Rory. Let's just say your future is, well, exciting." The Doctor smiled, spun around, then clapped his hands. "Let's go find Amy!"

The Doctor immediately began running around the TARDIS console, pulling various levers and flipping switches as he went, like some strange dance. He spun a crank and pulled down a large lever. The TARDIS lurched forward-at least I think it was forward-and a strange, wheezing mechanical noise filled the room. "What are you doing?" I yelled over the noise.

"I'm flying the TARDIS through the time vortex! We're going to Demon's Run!"

AN: So guys, do you like the story so far? Please review!