Amy was officially a superstar in her own right. Her writing and modelling career had skyrocketed and she was never without an entourage of people in charge of her image.

"Can I have a glass of water, please" Amy extended her hand without looking away from the mirror.

"We need water over here!" Clara yelled. "Her hand is empty and she's thirsty! Let's move people" Clara walked around the set. "No, sorry this color's all wrong. You have to take it back." She went into her trailer and turned up her radio.

"Carmen, lovely show" Dr. Smith admired Clara's musical tastes from the doorway.

"I don't believe we've met. Clara Oswin, Junior Entertainment Manager" Clara extended her hand to the stranger. "And you are?"

"Dr. John Smith, Senior Opera Enthusiast." The Doctor shook her hand. "I'm sorry I thought this was Amy's trailer."

"Are you a fanboy?" Clara raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

"I'm her friend." The Doctor clarified. "And her psychiatrist."

"Oh, thank god!" Clara was suddenly glad to see him. "Doesn't she look mad to you?" Clara walked out of the trailer and pointed at Amy walking onto the set with a scowl on her face. "I only just met her but I'd been told she's a joy to work with. Obviously something isn't right." Clara heard a crash. "Great, duty calls" She ran down to the set. "It broke? Well, get some masking tape and fix it. See, what did I tell you about the color. This is so much better."

The Doctor waited for the shoot to finish before catching Amy at the right trailer this time. "Is there anything you want to tell me?" He sat with his legs crossed on an armchair with a very psychologist interrogation type of look.

"Are we going to do this now?" Amy rolled her eyes.

"Well, what's happened?" The Doctor looked concerned.

"Stuff." Amy sat at her make up chair and looked at The Doctor from the mirror's reflection. "Rory and I split up. What can you do?"

"Amy I know you and I know you love him" The Doctor was worried.

"That has nothing to do with it." Amy stood up and walked back out. "If you don't mind I need to get back to work." Amy stormed out.

The Doctor called Rory in hopes of them all talking together for a marriage counseling session.

"We both signed the papers. She wants it to be over. I don't know why but she doesn't love me anymore." Rory's voice was sad but cold like he was too tired to cry. "Let it go, Doctor"

"No, I need you to meet me here now. We have to fix this" The Doctor didn't tell Amy he'd invited Rory. Rory agreed reluctantly and made his way to the building where they were holding the photoshoot. He got into the lift just as the woman inside it held the door open for him. They were on the tenth floor when the lift stopped working. It was stuck and completely out of power. There was nothing but a blinking red light in the darkness.

"I'm Oswin" Clara broke the tense silence. "What do I call you?"

"Uhh.. Rory" In a moment of panic he'd almost forgotten his name.

"Lovely name, Rory. First boy I ever fancied was named Rory." Clara smiled.

"Ok." Rory was still a bit too panicked to have a conversation.

"Actually she was called Nina. I was going through a faze." Clara joked. "Just flirting to keep things cheerful."

Just then the elevator made a sudden drop. No more than a foot and a half but enough to make Rory's heart skip a beat. "Ok, anytime you want to start flirting again is fine by me."

Clara tried to see if she could see through the crack between the lift's doors but they were shut tight. She could hear a tapping coming from the outside. "Hello?" She called out but there was no answer. "Might as well get comfortable." Clara sat down.

Rory found a button for emergency calls and pressed it somewhat frantically. A recorded message came on followed by an operator. "What's your emergency?"

"We're stuck in this elevator and it keeps making this terrible tapping noise like either someone's trying to get in or like something is breaking. We're somewhere near the 10th floor" Rory was trying to remain calm. The operator said help was on the way.

"Ok, you're safe now" Clara smiled. "Now pop your shirt off quick as you like."

Rory took his jacket off before realizing he was following a strange woman's orders to undress. "Why?" He gave her a look.

"Does there have to be a reason?" Clara smiled flirtatiously. Rory rolled his eyes remembering he'd told her to flirt with him again anytime. It was helping him feel more relaxed but in the back of his mind it almost felt like cheating. The papers had been signed by both parties but he hadn't turned them in yet.

Outside Clara and Rory heard screaming. Clara bit her lip and covered her ears. Her initial confident exterior was fraying. Rory put his hand on the metal door and it felt cold. "I don't feel anything but maybe the lift isn't working because there's a fire." Rory hypothesized.

Then the sound of gunfire rang out. "That doesn't sound like fire to me." Clara walked up to the buttons on the inside of the lift and opened up the electrical box underneath.

"What are you doing?" Rory watched as Clara started messing with the wiring.

"I'm getting us out of here, Nina" Clara joked as she got the lift to start moving again.

"What?" Rory was dumbfounded. "How did you know what to do?"

"Is there a word for total screaming genius that's modest and a little bit sexy?" Clara smiled. "Hold on I'm looking for the door thingy." She went back to the wires and opened the door.

Rory ran out into a pitch black hallway. "Amy?!" He cried out and took a little flashlight out of his pocket.