Author's Note: Wow, lots of positive response to the last two chapters. Thanks to everyone that reviewed, faved, alerted, or just read. You're all brilliant. Alright, this chapter was a bit weird to write (I kind of feel like a speed through it and the dialogue is a little awkward) but I was just having a bit of writers block. It's getting better though, so the next chapter will be as good as the last two (hopefully). Thanks again for reading :) I don't own Doctor Who.
The street seemed deserted, cars parked along the sides and abandoned papers fluttering in the breeze created by the TARDIS as it landed. The Doctor stepped out, apples in hand, and took a look around, rubbing his hands together. Amy and Rory went slowly after him, gazing down the street around them.
"So? Where's this crack?" Amy asked, looking up at the Doctor expectantly.
"Yeah, where are we anyway?" Rory glanced at the shops lining the road. "Is this… this is just London, isn't it?"
"Yep." The Doctor nodded, starting down the sidewalk. "A special part of London, though."
"Well, what's so special about it?" Amy asked, moving a bit faster to keep up with him. The Doctor turned a corner and led them into a tall brick building.
"A department store?" Rory trailed after them, trying not to draw attention to himself in the crowded shop. "Doctor, can't you just explain what's going on?"
"I will in a bit." The Doctor pushed open a door labeled "Employees Only" and led them down several long corridors. Several workers glanced at them as they passed, but the Doctor simply held up the psychic paper and continued on. At the end of the hall, he pushed open the last door and brought them into a storage room full of mannequins.
"Ew, these are creepy." Amy said, glancing at the seemingly endless amount of white plastic statues.
"Oh, you have no idea." The Doctor smiled, moving towards the back of the basement. They met a stretch of wall, severed by an all too familiar crack. The Doctor let his eyes wander across the wall, remembering the moment that had changed everything. Seeing her surrounded by the mannequins, grasping her hand, whispering that one word to her: "run."
"Doctor." Amy's voice brought him out of his memories, leaving him staring sadly at the crack on the wall.
"Alright, so how do we get there?" Rory asked. "Won't it just erase us from history?"
"No, I'm guessing it won't do that. Some must be some kind of pathway, leading to other places… parallel worlds." The Doctor stepped back, pulling a shining apple from his pocket. He held it in front of him, taking the sonic screwdriver out and scanning it quickly. Shaking his head, he handed them both back to Amy and rubbed his hands together. "Now, the question is how do we get through? She said the apples were the key to the crack."
"Well, would it open with the screwdriver? That's how you opened it when I was little, right?" Amy asked, leaning against the wall.
"No, we need the apples- oh." He grabbed the screwdriver and apple from Amy, turning back to the crack and scanning it. Holding the apple out in front of him, he ran the green light over it quickly. A bright golden glow surrounded it, spreading along the crack in front of him. The edges slowly opened, leaving them showered in a yellow light. "Yes!" The Doctor shouted, shoving the screwdriver and apple back into Amy's hands. "Amy, keep the sonic on it. I'm gonna bring the TARDIS down here."
Amy nodded and held the small device in front of her, watching him leave. The Doctor bounded over crates and boxes, trying to get back to the TARDIS as quickly as possible. He forced the doors open, leaping towards the console and plugging in coordinates. The next moment he was dragging Amy and Rory in with him, leaving the golden light streaming towards them, wrapping gracefully around the TARDIS and pulling it towards the opening. Stems of yellow glow surrounded the TARDIS, engulfing it in a warm spark. In seconds, the blue box disappeared, a shower of golden light in its place.