They managed to get Amy to sit up. But she was still too weak to move.
"Can I open my eyes now?" she asked, blindly looking round.
"Amy, listen to me. If you open your eyes now for more than a second, you will die. The Angel is still inside you. We haven't stopped it, we've just sort of paused it. You've used up your countdown. You cannot open your eyes." The Doctor said kindly.
"We're too exposed here. We need to move." Aderyn said. Some of her anger had abated, but it had been replaced with a nervous energy. She constantly moved around, constantly looked round the forest.
"We're too exposed everywhere. And Amy can't move. And anyway, that's not the plan."
"There's a plan?" Aderyn said sarcastically. Once again the Doctor ignored her pointed tone, giving onlookers the impression that he was used to this.
"I don't know yet. I haven't finished talking. Right! Father, you and your Clerics, you're going to stay here, look after Amy. If anything happens to her, I'll hold every single one of you personally responsible, twice. River, you and me and Aderyn, we're going to find the Primary Flight Deck which is," he paused, held up a finger, then pointed "A quarter of a mile straight ahead, and from there we're going to stabilise the wreckage, stop the Angels, and cure Amy."
"How?" River asked. As much as she respected the Doctor, this was one of those few moments when she was getting annoyed with him. This was clearly very early in his regeneration. He was like a hyperactive child.
"I'll do a thing." he said.
"Great, we get a thing. Care to be more specific?" Aderyn crossed her arms, uncrossed them, then started to pace back and forth.
"I don't know. It's a thing in progress. Respect the thing," he stopped moving around long enough to square up to Aderyn "And that is more than enough attitude from you young lady."
Aderyn stopped pacing, put her hands in her pockets and sheepishly looked at her feet.
"Doctor, I'm coming with you. My Clerics'll look after Miss Pond. These are my best men. They'd lay down their lives in her protection." Father Octavian said defiantly.
"I don't need you." The Doctor replied. Father Octavian caught sight of Aderyn over the Doctor's shoulder. He got the distinct feeling that she was biting back a comment.
"I don't care. Where Doctor Song goes, I go."
"Are you two engaged or something?"
"In a manner of speaking." Father Octavian was not going to bend on this one.
Aderyn couldn't keep her mouth closed any longer "Why don't you two move this arguement to the Primary Flight Deck and I'll stay here with Amy."
"No!" River and the Doctor shouted in unison.
"Aderyn you are coming. If this really gets us moving then Father Octavian is coming as well. We don't have time for you two to stand here and argue." River said. She stood up, looking from one to the other.
"How can she get away with it?" Aderyn stropped, sitting on the log next to Amy.
"Fine, fine," the Doctor said, resigned to the situation "but Aderyn you are coming."
"I'll be fine here."
The Doctor completely ignored her "Amy You'll be safer here. We can't protect you on the move. I'll be back for you soon as I can, I promise."
"You always say that." Amy said sadly.
"And I always come back. Good luck, everyone. Behave. Do not let that girl open her eyes. And keep watching the forest. Stop those Angels advancing. Amy, later. River, I'm going to need your computer and bring Aderyn." He stomped off through the trees.
"Come on Aderyn." When Aderyn didn't move River walked over to her and lifted her off the log she was sat on. Amy could hear Aderyn protest at being carried around like a child. From the distance she heard the Doctor shout "Well if you did what you were told you wouldn't be treated like a child. Now hurry up."
Amy felt a hand close over her own, which were clasped in her lap.
"Amy, you need to start trusting me. It's never been more important." It was the Doctor. His voice sounded so mournful that it sent a shiver down her spine.
"But you don't always tell me the truth."
He put his hand on her cheek.
"If I always told you the truth, I wouldn't need you to trust me."
"Doctor, the crack in my wall. How can it be here?"
"I don't know yet, but I'm working on it," he rested his forehead against hers "Now, listen. Remember what I told you when you were seven?"
"What did you tell me?" Tears formed behind her closed eyelids. His voice was so sad, so tired that she could swear she could feel his sadness.
"No, that's not the point. You have to remember." he kissed her forehead. Then as quick as he had been there, he was gone. She reached out a hand but couldn't feel him there.