Hi. So this is really late again (sorry!) but I think it's okay. I reckon there'll only be one more chapter, and I have it pretty much worked out this time, so it probably won't take as long.

Oh, I should probably also mention that I'm not Steven Moffat, and I don't own any of this (apart from the plot and the aliens).

The Sonic Screwdriver buzzed dully as The Doctor hovered it above the ground on his hands and knees; ear held close to the floor. John and Rory exchanged a grin at how stupid he looked.

'Can't you turn that thing down a bit?' Amy hissed, 'You're going to get us caught!'

'Oh yeah, that's what I forgot to add when I built my amazingly complex sonic screwdriver -a volume button! Thanks Amy!' he replied sarcastically. Sherlock mumbled something incoherent and frowned, seemingly to himself, and everyone realised they'd almost forgotten about him.

'You alright, Sherlock? You seem a bit-'

'Shut up! I'm thinking!' the detective spat, cutting Rory off. John, who had recently returned from checking along the gleaming metal walls and down the long corridor, whispered, 'Doctor, they're coming. I don't want to hurry you...'

'Right, sorry, I was just relaxing until now. I'll speed up.' The Timelord got sarcastic under pressure. 'Can you see what they look like?' he added.

'No, they're still too far away. They're big, though, and moving quickly. Very quickly.'

'Something's still not right' Sherlock said absently. The footsteps got alarmingly louder and The Doctor exclaimed proudly as the same, neat patch of metal sunk and everybody backed away in surprise, before hurriedly clambering down the steep, shiny steps one-by-one.

The group sped through the myriad of metal corridors, not stopping to think about where they were going, while Amy had a hushed argument with The Doctor.

'I just want a closer look at them!' he practically pleaded.

'No way! I don't want to get anywhere near those things, especially since we don't know what they are. Why didn't we just call U.N.I.T. in the first place?' she hissed.

'U.N.I.T. uses guns. I just want to talk to them, I'm not going to kill them!' he snapped back. Little did they know, they would be meeting them soon enough, whether they wanted to or not.

What felt like hours (and hundreds of long corridors) later, they turned another seemingly identical corner tiredly, only to be faced with three huge, towering creatures, covered head to toe in menacing black warrior armour. Amy gasped, but The Doctor stepped up without hesitation; footsteps echoing along the shiny metal floor. 'Hi!' he said brightly, flashing both his psychic paper and a confident grin. 'I'm...' a quick glance at what the wallet read as he handed it over, '... the Shadow Proclamation Judoon Inspectorate for this area, and I'm just here to... err... see what you're doing... and things. ' he faltered.

'It started so well...' Amy mumbled.

'Anyway, we have reason to believe that you are illegally cloning humans here, and we're only going to warn you once before we take action.' Sherlock snapped back to reality and picked up smoothly. 'Leave now, and we need not take this any further.'

'We do not take orders from humans!' the Noose boomed.

'Actually-' Amy began, gesturing to The Doctor, but he cut her off with a wave of his hand.

'Where did Rory go?' he whispered worriedly, glancing around.

Rory had thought he'd seen something strange earlier on in their journey through the labyrinth of tunnels, and had only doubled back a little bit to check, finding nothing worthwhile after all, before getting hopelessly lost looking to re-join the group. Great, he thought, staring down the identical, immaculate metal walls. Glancing down at his phone, he sighed when he remembered that they were underground, so of course there was no signal. Why couldn't The Doctor zap his phone with the sonic like he had Amy's? 'Superphone' she'd called it. He wished. He wandered for a while, knowing that he didn't even know how to get back through the corridors to the warehouse anymore. Sherlock would know. He probably had a whole map planned out in his head by now...

Meanwhile, the others were getting nowhere with the gigantic Noose. 'When I say run, you RUN.' Amy hissed, while The Doctor rambled away, his original confidence ebbing away with every word.

'Okay.'

'Agreed.' John and Sherlock said simultaneously.

'Okay. RUN.' She yelled, and they took off, thumping steps ringing along the metal; ricocheting off the walls, in search of Rory.

They had been running non-stop for about five minutes when Amy broke the silence. 'We'll… never… find him…' she panted.

'Okay, slow down.' Sherlock said calmly. He had his hands back in his 'prayer' position under his chin; it didn't seem like he'd been running at all. 'We need to think about this logically. When did we last see him? About half an hour ago, fifty-third corridor in.' Amy gaped as he answered his own question, but the genius only rolled his eyes and dismissed her with a wave of his hand. 'From what I've seen already I think we can deduce that there is a shortcut down this corridor and to the left, which will basically take us back about thirty minutes worth of walking. Amy, close your mouth, you'll catch flies.' Amy shut her mouth abruptly, embarrassed. The group walked a little more, Sherlock leading the way down yet more long corridors. He had apparently returned to his mind palace, as his brow was furrowed in concentration. John was also enjoying the 'adventure' they were having; no one ever realised (and he would never admit it) but he missed the sense of danger that accompanied exciting cases too, not just his best friend.

They eventually found Rory, standing at a large sort of window which overlooked hundreds and hundreds of huts, and, walking around them, were people who lookedvery different to the Noose they'd seen earlier. 'Oh!' the geniuses exclaimed together.

'Neat!' Sherlock added.

Amy ran straight to her husband, not even noticing the amazing view, before following his awed gaze and letting her jaw drop in astonishment.

'So… are you going to explain what's going on?' John sighed, exasperated.

'Hmm, that would be nice…' Rory agreed. Everyone could tell they knew, just by looking at the excited grins on their faces.

'It's obvious, isn't it?' Sherlock rolled his eyes again dramatically. The Doctor smiled in agreement at this, while the others merely huffed grumpily. Rory couldn't imagine being John, and having to put up with this sort of thing all the time. 'There is another species, who are cloning the Noose, who appear to be cloning the humans, but it is just a decoy, to throw us off the scent, and it is actually just the original species.'

'Mmm. Visicle.' The Doctor added.

'Okay, so now we know what they're doing we can confront them, yeah? Make them leave?' Amy sounded confident.

'Ummm...' Rory less so.

'Well, their machine must be broken; they're trying to fix it and testing on humans.' The Doctor said.

'So where do we go first to find them? All we've seen is Noose so far.'

'My guess...' (the time-lord paused for dramatic effect, gazing down on the buildings below, and settling his eyes on a large one in the centre)

'...is there.'

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